Forensic pathologist Song Zhiyi woke up in another world, and from the start, she was a condemned prisoner.
Her fiance had died of poisoning, and her stepmother had framed her for the murder. Now she was being taken to the execution ground.
The executioner had already raised his blade when she suddenly looked up. “I want to examine the body.”
Before everyone’s eyes, she opened the dead man’s stomach and extracted poison from the half-digested food, accurately reconstructing when and how it had been administered.
The real culprit was brought to justice on the spot, and the capital was thrown into an uproar.
From then on, the capital had a new female coroner.
The powerful could no longer keep the lid on things. One long-buried wrongful conviction after another came to light.
Then she was given a charred corpse to examine and discovered that the deceased was the former Crown Prince, supposedly dead for many years.
Xiao Yan, leader of the secret guards, gripped her hand. “If you keep investigating, you won’t live to see tomorrow.”
Song Zhiyi wiped away the blood and looked up at him. “Then, Your Highness, do you know that in my previous life, they killed me to keep me quiet?”
In her previous life, she trusted the wrong people. In this one, she trusted only the dead.
The dead never lie.
