[The cold and posthumous female official × the cold-faced restraint of the powerful minister]
Forgetting the Wife in the Execution Ground｜Death on the Couch｜Marriage First, Love Later｜Suspense Reversal｜Changing Words to Save Life｜A Machiavellian Detective Case
When Jiang Wanqing entered Taichang Temple, everyone in the capital said that she had a good life.
After being a guilty minister, he was able to sneak into the noble yamen of the Qing Dynasty, prepare posthumous titles for the dead, and write steles for the nobles.
Only she knew that what she wrote was not a monument.
It is the life of a living person.
At the Cuntaimen execution ground, Xie Zhaoye was ordered to be executed.
He looked at the unknown female prisoner on the stage and felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was.
Before execution, he opened a black leather directory.
The first page is her name.
There is only one sentence on the last page:
If one day I forget her, I will open this book.
She is my wife.
The token fell to the ground and the guillotine hung high.
Jiang Wanqing opened his eyes again and returned to the bed in Xie's mansion a few years ago.
Her clothes were messy, and there was a criminal indictment on her pillow for "rioting at Xie's house at night". She was waiting outside the door to be caught and convicted. Xie Zhaoye was also drugged, but he restrained himself and asked her: "Who are you?"
She borrowed his knife and changed "chaos" into "suspicious".
I also saw his death monument:
Xie Zhaoye, regicide, split in the city.
His wife Jiang died on the same day.
The living coffins at the palace gate, the corpses being renamed in the East Palace, and the evil posthumous titles unsealed in the ancestral temple are approaching one after another. Her father's old case, his reputation for regicide, and her name that was about to be erased were all hidden under the same pen.
The world will write them off as sinners.
She decided to write a book to change her life.
Purpose: In the midst of stigma and oppression by power, we must still hold on to our truth and ourselves, and use our sobriety and courage to fight for justice for those who have been erased.
