"The dead don't lie, but the living do."
It was raining at night in Chang'an City. Among the corpses in the mass grave, Shen Li held a cold autopsy knife and crawled out from the pile of dead people. She was once the daughter of a guilty minister, but now she is an anonymous widow. She has a pair of strange eyes that can see the spots on corpses to determine the time of death, and can discern the authenticity of people's minds.
"I want to dissect this body."
Xie Linyuan, the minister of Dali Temple, known as the "Living King of Hell", was poisoned by strange poisons and acted cruelly, but he bumped into this daring woman in the autopsy room. She opened up a body that seemed to have died of illness in public, shocking everyone with her skills, and also revealed the tip of the iceberg of the serial "Painted Skin Case".
"Shen Li, are you investigating the case or seeking revenge?"
"If revenge was a sin, then I would have been doomed long ago."
From the painted skin case in Chang'an City to the extermination of salt merchants in Jiangnan Road, from the military pay case at the border to the poison secret technique in Miao territory, Shen Li used the corpse language as a blade to cut through the decay of the court step by step. Xie Linyuan went from seeing her as a tool to being willing to become the knife in her hand. In the whirlpool of intrigue and conspiracy, the two went from using each other to being evenly matched.
"Xie Linyuan, if this world is a chess game, you and I will be the chess players."
"Then let's bet on the country and the country and bet on a prosperous Changning."
When the coffin was carried to the Golden Palace not the body but the irrefutable evidence, when the woman in red gathered the forces of the world in the name of Tingfeng Louzhu, the game that spanned the court and the world had just begun.
