The Widow's Record of Clearing the Wrongs

In the city of Xijing, murder cases occur frequently. The investigation in Jingzhao Mansion could not be solved for a long time, and people were panicked and uneasy. This alarmed the emperor, who summoned Xun Shang, the former minister of Dali Temple, to the capital. However, Xun Shang was seriously ill and asked his student Jiang Sesu to go to Beijing to assist in the investigation. Prince Pei Jizhou was ordered by the Emperor to investigate a murder case, but he was frustrated by the poor skills of the people in the capital and could not find out the cause of his death. So he placed his hope in Xun Shang. However, on the day of welcoming him to the capital, he did not see Xun Shang. He only saw a pretty lady stepping out of the carriage. The prince was dismayed, saying that the mutilated corpse was too bloody to be seen, and he was afraid of frightening the young lady, so he refused to let her in. It was night, and the candlelight was burning brightly in the mortuary. Pei Jizhou pushed the door open and saw a woman sitting quietly with her eyes closed next to the corpse. The night wind brought up waves of fishy smell, and even the prince could not bear the nausea welling up in his heart, but the pretty lady's expression remained motionless. Even the prince, who was used to seeing killings and corpses, suddenly felt a chill on his back at this moment. —————————— I first met Jiang Sesu outside Xijing City. Fu Siyuan rode back in the snow and stood beside Jiang Sesu's carriage. "The widower invited by Jingzhao Mansion is actually a woman." The gate guard who reviewed the official documents hissed. Fu Siyuan heard the sound and looked over, only to see a delicate hand stretching out from the car window and taking the official dish. The fingers are as white as onions and the skin is as white as gelatin. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the hands that a widower should have. The carriage wheel and the horses' hooves clatter. The wind lifted the curtain, and Jiang Sese and Fu Siyuan looked at each other. A faint smile, as graceful as a startled dragon. Fu Siyuan's heart moved, and he had a feeling of déjà vu. —————————— Seeing Fu Siyuan again, Jiang Sese thought she would lose control, question and curse hysterically, and spit in his face. I don't know if it was because she stayed with the corpse for a long time, but her mood rarely fluctuated. The moment she met Fu Siyuan, she was able to calmly take him into her eyes, and even couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. —————————— TIPS: The whole text is based on the Tang and Song Dynasties, and official cities are based on the Tang Dynasty. Everything else is fictitious. Any similarities are purely coincidental. All developments are required by the plot. The three views of the characters do not represent the author's three views. Please do not discredit the author. Intention: Skynet is sparse and not leaking.