A glass of poisonous wine sent modern forensic doctor Su Qinghan to the cold palace of Dajing.
The beginning is a dead end. The queen wanted her to shut up, the prince wanted her to disappear, and everyone in the palace was looking forward to her leaving tomorrow. But they don't know that this body contains an autopsy knife, a pair of eyes that can see traces, and a heart that is dedicated to robbing people from the King of Hell.
Corpses don't lie. Stirling marks, pinholes, poison, fibers, everything is her knife.
A small case in the cold palace brings out the old grievances of the Shen family, and the old grievances of the Shen family reveal the huge corruption in the court. Wasted concubine? She doesn't care. What she wants is not the emperor's favor, but the queen's kneeling, the prince's fall, or the redress of injustice. The third prince Xiao Jue offered him an olive branch, and she accepted it, but don't try to manipulate her. Cooperation is possible, no need to negotiate for use.
From the abandoned concubine in the cold palace to the female official in Dali Temple, from the female official to the first female prime minister in the founding of the country. She investigated the harem drug case at the top, killed the evildoers in Northern Xinjiang at the bottom, and nailed the corrupt officials of the Manchu Dynasty to the evidence one by one.
Someone asked her, why should a woman stand in the court?
She said: Speak based on the corpse, speak based on the evidence, and the world owes the Shen family justice.
The queen fell, the prince was deposed, and Beidi retreated, but the old fox hiding in Fenzhou was still laughing.
It doesn't matter. The knife has been sharpened, and the next corpse is him.
