She is a modern top forensic examiner, whose uncanny hands can make corpses “talk.”
He is a cold-faced emperor, obsessive and deeply devoted. An old jade pendant at his waist holds an obsession that has endured for more than a decade.
After transmigrating into a book, she becomes a disgraced consort doomed to die a tragic death. From the start, she is handed a bowl of poison. She tests it herself and turns the tables on her accusers on the spot.
At court, the officials mock her, claiming that “a woman conducting autopsies is absurd.” She performs an autopsy before them all, overturns the Ministry of Justice’s wrongful verdict with hard evidence, and coolly declares, “The emperor’s authority is no greater than the truth of a human life.”
He angrily seizes her wrist, only to feel the old scar on her shoulder, a mark left when she took an arrow for him at the age of twelve. The jade pendant suddenly shines brightly. Memories flash back, and the emperor instantly loses his composure.
From then on, she solves cases through autopsies, reopens old investigations, and takes on the powerful, rising from a disgraced consort in the Cold Palace to a female judicial official. He uses imperial power to protect her, while she proves her worth and persuades him to dismiss his harem and dote on her alone.
“You are my empress, and my one and only forensic examiner.”
“Your Majesty, I only know how to examine corpses. I don’t know how to act cute.”
“That’s exactly what I like about you.”
Transmigration into a book × forensic medicine × angst and sweetness × satisfying wish fulfillment. Using modern knowledge, she rewrites the fate that was meant to kill her; with a lifetime of devotion, he fulfills his promise of “one heart, one lifetime.” When a rational forensic examiner meets an obsessive emperor, every standoff at the autopsy table becomes the beginning of a romance.
