She, a partner of a top modern law firm, woke up and transformed into the only female lawyer in the Liang Dynasty. Others traveled through time with golden fingers, but she only had the ability to fight divorce lawsuits. While others were fighting for favor in the palace, she sat in the main hall of the Marquis of Jing'an and slapped the He Li book on the table: "Sign or not?" The prince knelt down to beg for mercy and cut off his fingers to show regret, but she only said one word: "act." From the capital to the north, from the East China Sea to the south, from the court to the arena - she litigated cases for divorced women, wrote petitions for salt workers who were deducted, and changed the law for girls who were domestically abused. What she cultivated was never immortality, but human heart; what she cultivated was never elixir, but justice. But when she peeled back the conspiracies behind the case, she found that all the clues pointed to the same secret that had been sealed for forty years - codenamed "Plum Blossom Brand", with 371 members spread across the government and the public, with an unknown leader. As for her master, his teeth were pulled out and thrown into a prison five years ago for investigating the case. His life and death are still uncertain. "My master didn't have time to speak, so I'll say it for him." A Shang Fang sword, an Iron Judge gold medal, a list of 371 people, and a divorce lawyer who traveled from modern times - she wants to use "Daliang Law" to review every name in the Daliang court that should not be forgotten. But she didn't expect that there was something deeper than conspiracy hidden behind those names. It was hatred fed by lies for fifty years, a child created as a substitute, and four words carved by two seven-year-old boys on the stone steps of Prince Yelang's Mausoleum - "I wish to be a mortal."
