"Big heroine + cool writing + suspenseful romance + slap in the face"
She was excommunicated in the mourning hall, humiliated, and forced to confess by her clan members. Everyone thought that Shen Zhiwei would kneel down and wait for death.
She escaped from the mourning hall on a rainy night, knelt at the door of Dali Temple, and read out the crimes of the prime minister's son in the street.
No one dared to accept her petition.
She bought herself a razor and a bone saw, and opened up her late husband's coffin in public on the long street.
Pei Yan, the minister of Dali Temple, took off his official robe and squatted beside her: "You test it, I'll bear it."
There is a mountain of ironclad evidence, pointing directly to the Prime Minister's Office.
But the Cui family's counterattack came faster.
False accounts, false accusations, prison, imperial edict, they wanted her to die in prison.
She only asked someone to send out a note with a series of numbers on it.
That was the location of the account books that had been burned fifteen years ago in the Ministry of Revenue's warehouse. It was also irrefutable evidence that Cui Shisong had deducted 500,000 taels of military pay.
A lowly widow, a minister of Dali Temple who has been deprived of the right to judge cases.
They want to bring down a prime minister in these three days.
