Chief medical examiner Song Ci traveled through time. Good news: Dressed as a queen, one person is inferior to ten thousand people. Bad news: I just passed through Shura Chang, who was deposed after plotting to murder the emperor's heir, and made his debut in the C position of the cold palace. There is a sinister empress dowager in front of her and a beloved concubine sharpening her knives in the back. The only cards in her hand are her courage and autopsy skills developed on the autopsy table. Song Ci sighed: Okay, let's find another place to start our career. Her goals are clear: 1. Make money. 2. Build a reputation. 3. Get the divorce letter, leave the palace and open the first detective agency in Daliang, specializing in solving unsolved cases and realizing your ideal in life. In order to retire as soon as possible, she "part-time" from the cold palace as a consultant at Dali Temple. With a homemade scalpel and a head full of modern forensic science knowledge, she repeatedly solved strange cases. "Skinning case in the suburbs?" - It's a simple idea. You can identify the murderer by looking at the edges of the skin wounds and the type of murder weapon. "A serial murder of officials in a secret room?" - Don't panic, check out Luminol's reaction and there will be no trace of blood. "River God's murder case?" - Come, let me see if there are diatoms in the lungs of "River God". Seeing that her performance KPI was about to be reached and the dawn of freedom was just around the corner, she happily drafted a divorce agreement and a detective agency business plan, preparing to get together with the aloof emperor CEO. Unexpectedly, the young emperor blocked her way and forced the phoenix seal into her hand. His handsome face was full of paranoia, and the storm gathered in his eyes: "Where is the queen going?" Song Ci: "You leave the palace to start a business. Your Majesty won't bother." He chuckled, his voice dangerous and aggrieved:
