The night Zhou Songyi was abandoned, his eyes were dyed gold and he burned three pages of his family tree.
When she returned home ten years later, she was already the youngest Taoist genius in Qin Tian Prison.
A series of strange cases occurred in the capital: the bride's sedan chair turned into a paper figurine, and wordless official robes emerged from the ink pond in the tribute courtyard.
The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were at a loss, and Xie Zhao, the chief minister of the poor family, personally knocked on her bamboo garden door.
She twisted the dirt at the crime scene with her fingertips and chuckled: "Sir, the truth is in your ancestral graves."
On the day the Xie family's ancestral grave was dug up, a new corpse exactly like Xie Zhao crawled out of the coffin——
Her birth date is written in cinnabar on the heart.
Clear organization and compact story! Good