Shen Zhaoxue, a small-town widow, dreams of doing autopsies, receiving her salary, and eating sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. A piece of paper was smashed down with the edict "Women's widows should be treated as special subjects". She counted the five or two months' salary three times on her fingers, and finally gritted her teeth: Go to Beijing!
In the first case, a faceless corpse floated in the canal. She squatted by the river with the autopsy box and had sex with a sharp-eyed "Mr. Pei".
She examined the bones: "The right-handed mason died of poisoning."
He looked at the marks: "The fingernails were stuffed with stone powder, so there is no doubt that the body was thrown away."
They go to Beijing together, Shen Zhaoxue performs an autopsy, and he records it; she analyzes it, and he makes up for it.
Shen Zhaoxue felt that there was nothing wrong with this guy besides being busy and always asking tricky questions during her autopsy!
As far as the Tongzhou Pier, the Imperial Guards knelt down and shouted, "His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson."
Shen Zhaoxue looked at the "Mr. Pei" who still had a cold look on his face, as well as his torn cuffs, and then looked at the lime powder and chili powder all over his body!
Oh my God, it turns out that the person who paid AA shipping fee to me is the emperor's grandson?
Later, the newly appointed Chief Shen of the Punishment Division was always busy on duty until late at night. A certain grandson of the emperor brought a late-night snack "on the way" and put down a few files of cases along the way.
The censor impeached "there is a motto for hurting officials", and the old emperor laughed in the court: "My grandson knows how to bring food to the girl? A good thing, a great thing!"
Shen Zhaoxue sighed at the file.
The job in the capital is finally secure. There is always an immediate boss sitting next to her who urges her to work and takes care of the food... In this day, is it considered a profit or a loss?
