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I Would Rather Be Ashes Than a Queen. from Now On, the Mountains and Rivers Will Not Come to You.
When Shen Zhaoning took his last breath, there was still ash stuck in his throat. It's not the burning thing - it's the poison. She remembered the ginseng soup, which was warm and had the sweet smell of tangerine peel. After drinking it, her internal organs felt like they were being torn apart inch by inch by fine needles. She didn't shout or struggle, she just kept her eyes open and watched the flames lick the corners of her skirt, watched the eunuchs take three steps back, and watched the gold
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The Old Characters Are Stained, and the Handwriting Prison Is Hard to Break.
After Su Tang disappeared, the whole school fell into a silent handwriting frenzy - her cold, snow-like handwriting appeared in every corner. Shen Zhiyao, the president of the student union, shredded his own manuscript paper late at night while imitating; Lin You from the art club thought that copying could become her, but she didn't know that there was an unsent farewell hidden in the words; and Zhou Yan, the silent assistant to the school doctor, secretly collected all the handwriting just to
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Although She Won, Justice Has Not yet Arrived.
She won the trial but never smiled again. Forensic doctor Shen Zhiyao personally sent the murderer to the guillotine, but he knew that the truth was concealed by the power. Five years later, a new corpse reproduces the old methods. Prosecutor Lu Zhaoheng returns to the line of investigation, while archivist Bai Lu, black market detective Xie Yunting and psychiatrist Zhou Yanzhi quietly approach each other carrying secrets. As the evidence is reassembled in the darkness, they are not solving the
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Yongchang's Incomplete Records, Women's History Breaks the Situation
The snow fell silently, but the candlelight in the torture chamber of Dali Temple flickered fiercely. Shen Zhaohua squatted in front of the dusty desk, twisting a yellowed page between his fingertips. The ink is not yet dry, as if it had just been written. But this file is the original document that Gu Huaijin was accused of collaborating with the enemy three years ago. It should have been sealed and stored in the warehouse long ago. Even the scribes have been changed three times. She didn't loo
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