The autumn rain of the third year of Jingyuan wetted Shen Qinghuan's clothes after his rebirth, and the plain white skirt when he fell from the building in his previous life was reflected in the bronze mirror. She looked at the hibiscus sachet swaying around Li Xiuran's waist, which was exactly the same as the faint blue when she was pushed to her death from the tower. She was once a jade-faced judge of the Ministry of Punishment, and she would no longer be the wife of a minister trapped in the back house in this life.
When her legitimate son Jincheng broke the medicine cup she had guarded for seven nights, when Liang Yurong's Sichuan embroidery screen occupied the warehouse of her autopsy files, Shen Qinghuan pulled out the Haitang Buyao made from autopsy silver needles, and found the paint seal of Yongzhou's military aircraft map on the bottom of the cup. The mystery of the past life is obvious - the person next to the pillow has already warmed the poisonous wine beside the pillow.
Above the court, the embroidery patch of her crimson official robe brushed against the prince's python robe. The poisonous needle in the heart of the witchcraft doll in the bronze box is facing the cold light of Mo Dao, which Li Xiuran privately forged. The golden elixir refined with the boy's heart emerged from the elixir furnace in Baiyun Temple, and the blood letters written on the eighty-nine scorched corpses in the Yongzhou mines all turned into evidence of her crime.
When Liang Yurong's hibiscus sachet exploded with the heart-eating poison, the jade bracelet on Shen Qinghuan's wrist shattered into a secret marriage certificate. In the previous life, the legitimate son was the illegitimate son of the Liang family and the general. In this life, she personally inserted the poison-quenching silver needle into the traitor's Jingming point. When the single horn of the bronze Xiezhi pierced the plot of the East Palace, the cinnabar rubbings in the heavy rain finally brought justice to the eighty-nine lives.
On the day when the begonia was planted in late spring, Shen Qinghuan tied up the executioner's hair in front of the glazed beast at the corner of the eaves. The new widow's crimson official robe brushed against the case file, just like her peeling wedding dress back then - this time dipped in begonia rouge with the blood of the enemy, it finally matched the moonlight in the high mirror.
Purpose: to break the shackles of feudalism, pursue judicial justice with women's wisdom, stick to one's true heart amidst power struggles, and explain that true motherhood is to teach children to distinguish right from wrong.