Dark.
Endless darkness.
The smell of rotten wood mixed with the faint smell of blood penetrated Su Qing's nose like a cold, wet snake. She wanted to move, but found that her limbs were bound by some heavy force, and the airtight pressure squeezed in from all directions, almost crushing her internal organs.
Where is this?
Memories were like two carriages colliding head-on, exploding in her mind and sending fragments flying everywhere.
On one side is the cold and sharp scalpel under the shadowless lamp, the autopsy room filled with the smell of formalin, and her twenty-six years as a top forensic doctor, searching for the truth on countless corpses. Clear, calm and logical.
On the other side is the short and desperate life of a fifteen-year-old girl. Su Qing is the concubine of Su Wenhai, the Minister of Rites. Her biological mother died young and she is still living in the mansion. Three days ago, she was set up by her aunt, Fang's biological daughter Liu Waner, to have an "illicit affair" with a young guard and was caught. Immediately afterwards, Liu Wan'er's good friend, Mrs. Wang, the wife of the Minister of Civil Affairs, drank tea in the yard where the "traitor was caught" and died.
Poison.
All evidence points to the original owner. The little guard was beaten to death, and after she was beaten to death, she was stuffed directly into this thin-skinned coffin.
In an instant, Amelia Su understood.
She traveled through time.
