My Lord Inquisitor

Poor Meng Ziwan studied medicine under her master for more than ten years. At last, she graduated, only to be dragged into examining a corpse on her first day down the mountain.

For the sake of a handsome man, she could examine a corpse, sure. But she never expected that after the examination was done and the murderer caught, she'd be finished. Not a single clinic in the market would hire her because she'd performed an autopsy.

Meng Ziwan looked up at the sky for a long while, then slung her battered basket over her back and turned toward the magistrate's office.

At the entrance, Meng Ziwan grabbed a handsome man by the arm. "You forced me to examine that corpse the other day. Now no clinic will hire me, so you're responsible."

The handsome man, Pei Yanchu, Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, tugged at his sleeve, but couldn't pull it free. "Fine! Just come with me!"

From then on, Meng Ziwan was well and truly set on the path of examining corpses.

But Pei Yanchu seemed like a jinx. Wherever he went, someone was bound to die.

Just now, Meng Ziwan saved the mother of a Vice Minister of Personnel, but as soon as he showed up, the old lady hanged herself in the Buddhist hall that very night.

They went to a banquet, where she exchanged a few sharp words with the grandson of the Minister of Revenue, who'd ridden his horse through the busy streets. Before the man even got home, his own horse trampled him to death.

Meng Ziwan shrank her neck, trying to remember whether she'd offended this "jinx," and muttered, "That's too accurate, too accurate!"

"What's too accurate?"

"Ha, haha, I meant you're too handsome, too handsome."

"Is that so?" Pei Yanchu took her little hand. "You were drooling with desire when you first saw me. Here's your chance to satisfy that craving. Want it?"

"Gah! ... I do!"

Theme: Be honest and upright