The modern forensic doctor Shen Qingdai woke up and became the lowest-level female widower in ancient times. Lying beside the body of a bride in wedding clothes, the government officials broke in and accused her of being the murderer. She spoke in front of everyone: "The deceased had been dead for at least four hours, and he died before worshiping."
The whole hall was shocked.
The cold-faced prince Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes: "If the test is not accurate, your life will be decided here."
She smiled: "Then please give me a few more candles. It's too dark and I'm afraid the test won't be accurate."
Since then, there has been a female criminal in Beijing who uses modern forensic methods to solve cases. When the corpse spots are broken, the stomach residue determines the cause of death. The tongueless bride, the blood-stained wedding dress, the dead bones in the well, the actress in the theatrical troupe... She has discovered the shocking truth in every strange case.
Everyone said that Xiao Yan was ruthless. But only Shen Qingdai knew that this prince would deliver supper late at night, would shield her from the knife, and would say with red eyes, "The case is not as important as you."
Until she dug out an old booklet from the year her father disappeared, and there was a line written on it: This poison originated from the palace, and the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion is unfathomable.
Nine thousand soldiers are hidden in the seven states, and they should be everywhere in the palace. The death of Xiao Yan's mother-in-law was actually the same case she was investigating.
"Shen Qingdai, are you afraid?"
"Afraid. But I'm even more afraid of dying in an unknown way."
The autopsy examines the conspiracy and solves the crime to break the hearts of the people. She wants to use this knife in her hand to dig out the grievances buried in wells, built into walls, and sunk into rivers one by one.