I was obviously dead. I died in that dry well in late autumn. Gu Lingyun's anxious shouts were heard above my head. I tried my best to respond, but sweet blood gushed out of my throat.
"Miss, are you awake?"
Yun Shang's face came closer. She was too young to be true. There was no scar on her face from serving me for ten years.
I sat up suddenly and looked down at my hands.
Slender and fair, the three-inch old scar on her wrist is still there, but the color is new, as if it has just healed. I recognize this scar. When I was fifteen years old, I was scratched by a piece of broken porcelain while trying to save a kitten that fell into the water.
Fifteen years old.
I am born again.
"Miss?" Yun Shang waved her hand in front of me, "What's wrong with you? Your face is so pale."
"It's nothing." I clenched the corners of the quilt tightly, my nails digging into my palms, "What time is it?"
"It's three o'clock in the morning. The master told you to clean up and report to the Ministry of Justice today."
Ministry of Punishment.
By the way, in my previous life, I worked as a clerk in the Ministry of Justice, met Gu Lingyun, and then walked step by step towards the dry well.
His father had recently been transferred to the Ministry of Justice as the left assistant minister. There were too many eyes on this position in the court, and he needed someone he could trust to infiltrate the lowest-level widow's office. The ancestral autopsy techniques of the Shen family are indeed unique in the world. As the eldest lady, I am going to be a widower. Who will believe it?
But that's what my father did.
I lowered my head and saw a fragment of a jade pendant lying beside my pillow. It was only half the size of a thumb, with sharp edges and an incomplete Chinese character "" engraved on it.
I picked up the fragment, and as soon as my fingertips touched it, my head felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured into it, and the piercing images hit my head and face.
Cold.
So cold.
