Bone Sugar

Xie Guyin, a modern forensic doctor, traveled through time and became the "cadaver stitcher" of the Zhou Dynasty - a lowly woman who gave plastic surgery and makeup to the dead. On the first night, she touched the cervical vertebrae of a bride who had "hanged herself". The third spinous process was misplaced. She was not hanged, but had her neck broken and hung up. She reported it to the police and was beaten twenty times. She complained again and was thrown into death row. Cen Zhaoye, the commander of the Imperial City Division, was a lunatic who was killed from the secret guard camp. His hands were covered with blood, but he handed her a razor: "Can you do a bone test? Come with me. If the test is not accurate, I will remove your bones." She examined her bones, and he protected her. From the death row to the imperial city, from the corpse stitcher to the third-level bone examiner lady. She taught him that bones are more honest than living people. He taught her that the world is harder than bones. There was a murder in the palace twenty years ago, the late emperor's edict was hidden in the prince's bones, and the current emperor was not of royal blood... She found out the truth, and he drew the sword for her. But the day the truth came out, she opened a "bone examination hall" to teach women all over the world to do autopsies, and he resigned and moved in next door to her, delivering sweet-scented osmanthus candy cakes over the wall every day. "Cen Zhaoye, what do you mean?" "It's not interesting. I have retired and have nowhere to go." Bones age, truth does not. People's hearts will change, but some people will continue to test and some will continue to protect. ——Does this count as being together? Forget it. Nor does it count.