On her wedding night, a coffin was carried into the Marquis of Ning'an's residence.
They said the heir was dead.
They also said she was cursed, that her husband had died because of her, and that she had to keep vigil, accept her fate, and bear the blame for the rest of her life.
Xie Jingchun looked at the person in the coffin, gave it a sniff, and smiled.
“This isn’t your heir.”
The whole hall changed color at her words.
From marrying in as a replacement bride to bring good fortune, to examining bones in public; from the mourning hall of a noble household to old cases at court, she could tell how the dead had died and expose the rotten hearts of the living.
Later, everyone in the capital agreed that the heir's wife at the Marquis of Ning'an's residence was terrifying.
She opened coffins, solved cases, seized power, and dug up old scandals.
She hadn’t come to bring good fortune.
She had come to collect a debt.
