[Female-oriented suspense | Ancient mystery solving | Face blindness | Professional coroner | Subtle romance | Court conspiracy]
[Face-blind female coroner × poker-faced junior minister of the Court of Judicial Review] Professional suspense is the backbone, subtle romance the heart
She transmigrates into the body of a coroner, but she’s face-blind.
The faces of the living are always blurred mirrors to her, but the wounds of the dead are as clear beneath her fingertips as if carved by a knife.
“Women must not go near corpses” is an ironclad rule, but she insists on doing so.
Because the dead don’t lie. Every wound, every scent, every trace left on their bodies tells the story of their final days. And she is the one who can understand it.
In her first case, she tracks the killer by scent. The poker-faced junior minister Lu Yan gives her three days.
In a poisoning case, she sees through the fake clues left by a silver needle. He says, “You’re very thorough in your examination.”
In a case involving a floating corpse, she finds a silk clue. He makes an exception and gives his approval: “Continue.”
From being shunned to being accepted, she proves step by step that women can solve the mysteries of life and death, and that even someone who is face-blind can read bones and crack cases.
But undercurrents churn at court, and a conspiracy lurks behind Zhou Wenbin’s perfumed scent.
A string of officials dying sudden deaths points to the Chancellor’s residence. Pale blue silk, poison with a sweet almond scent, and the testimony of a driver missing a finger... are weaving a vast net.
“There are plenty of undercurrents in this world that you can’t see,” he says.
“I can’t see people’s faces,” she replies, “but I can see the truth.”
The dead are silent, but their wounds speak.
And she is the one who translates their words.
