Her name is Shen Qingci, and she has died once.
In her previous life, she was a forensic examiner with the Criminal Investigation Corps. After three years spent tracking an international human-trafficking ring, a bomb sent her into darkness. When she opened her eyes again, she was the eldest daughter of the Prince of Zhennan's household in the Jing Dynasty. Her birth supposedly killed her mother, and at five, her stepmother branded her a demon and sent her to Ghost Doctor Valley, deep in the Cangwu Mountains.
Twelve years. She sampled three thousand herbs under the Poison King's hand, mastered deadly Tai Chi techniques under a sword fanatic, and examined countless silent corpses beside a coroner with supernatural eyes. On the day she descended the mountain at seventeen, fully trained, a silver-threaded venomous snake coiled around her left wrist. She carried a sword on her back and one saying close to her heart: Corpses can lie, but evidence cannot.
Shenjing, the imperial capital she had been away from for twelve years, was waiting for her. A street ballad sang, “The waning moon hangs over sparse paulownias; the Emperor Star falls from the heavens.” In a secret chamber of Prince Liang's manor lay an edict capable of overturning the court, and a letter marked “Return at once” drew her into a shocking conspiracy buried for forty years.
A headless corpse lay in a dry well at the post station. Someone faked their death in a coffin at the public mortuary. An ancestral tablet in the Imperial Ancestral Temple wept blood. Gunpowder lay hidden beneath the waters of the Tianhe.
Every crime scene was a riddle left behind by the killer.
Her mission was to send everyone who deserved it straight to hell.
Zhao Zhun, the twenty-three-year-old Grand Secretary, had placed first in the palace examination at sixteen and was the cleverest man in the empire. After reading her autopsy report in the case files, he asked just one question: “Where did this Shen Qingci come from?”
He would soon find out.
Because some secrets had been hidden in this city for far too long. It was time someone brought them to light.
The writing is so good
There are too many descriptions of scenery, as if every sentence has some profound meaning, which makes me tired.
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Using "not" and "is" emphasizes too much and makes the description too "deliberate". The description of the scenery is too detailed, not suitable for those who pursue a fast pace.
Very, very good-looking
The logic is good. Those who like suspense are in luck.