My soul transformed into an unloved legitimate daughter, and an autopsy revealed the cause of the prince's death, shocking both the government and the public. The cold-faced prince held up a knife late at night and asked for my identity. I took off my mask and smiled lightly: "Your Highness, do you want to test my anatomy technique?" I stared at the 97% matching data on the system screen, and my pupils suddenly shrank.
The air in the cellar was cold and fishy, and there were mountains of bones. The woman in the crystal coffin in the deepest part was silently commenting on me standing in front of her, with a face that was very similar to mine.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Yan's voice came from behind, with a suppressed gasp. He blocked the falling rocks for me, and blood was still oozing from the wound on his right shoulder.
"Nothing." I turned off the system panel, my voice pretending to be calm, "I found some... Interesting things."
He didn't ask any questions, he just picked up the notes that fell on the ground with the tip of his sword and handed them to me.
The handwriting on it is beautiful and elegant, written with a very fine brush, and the ink has turned yellow. The first line made my hands start to tremble - "My daughter Qingci, by the time you see this letter, I will have been dead for many years."
I raised my head and looked at the face of the woman in the crystal coffin. The ridge of her brow, the bridge of her nose, the curve of her chin are almost identical to the face I see when I look in the mirror.
