Jiang Li, the chief of the forensic department, transformed into a waste queen who had just been given a glass of poisonous wine. The beginning is the Shura Field, the executioner's sword is unsheathed, and all the civil and military officials are waiting for her to splatter with blood. Jiang Li, however, stared intently at the executioner's sallow face and slightly trembling hands the second before the blade fell. "Wait a minute!" Her voice was as cold as ice, "The person you want to kill is the person who can save the emperor." Her words shocked everyone. She was temporarily detained, but she made a shocking request: to meet the "seriously ill" emperor and have his "illness" tested personally. Faced with the accusation of "the demon queen confuses the public," Jiang Li calmly pointed out the details of the emperor's body that were ignored by the imperial doctors - "Does the skin under His Majesty's dragon robe have red spots like spots? Do you have headaches and weakness in your limbs every day?" "This is not wind cold, but a typical chronic heavy metal poisoning." From then on, the Cold Palace became her exclusive forensic laboratory, and everyone in the harem became her suspect file. The scheming imperial concubine sent a "nourishing" bird's nest? ——"Please replace the silver needle with a mass spectrometer, thank you." The ambitious prince came to "visit the patient"? ——"Your Majesty, can you let me analyze the ingredients of this unknown spice on your sleeve?" Everyone thought that the abandoned queen was crazy. Only the man sitting on the throne looked deeper and deeper. At first, he watched with cold eyes: "Let her investigate, I want to see what tricks she can do." Later, he stepped into the cold palace late at night and handed over a top-secret file. His voice was hoarse: "Who will be investigated next?" Jiang Li didn't even raise his head: "Your Majesty, please get in line. Also, don't disturb my work until the autopsy report is out."
