The Forensic Princess Is No Easy Target

The juiciest gossip ever! Word is that the timid little kitchen maid at the prince’s manor, who speaks in a meek little voice, just tore the Minister of War limb from limb with her bare hands! That’s right, she just grabbed him with both hands and ripped him apart! Furious! A certain young woman took a deep breath and held her temper in check. All she did was dissect a corpse with a scalpel. That’s it! Word is that the kitchen maid beat up the emperor’s favorite cousin. The poor girl was left black and blue, and when everyone found her, she was barely clinging to life. She spent three months in bed and still hadn’t fully recovered! “...” The young woman slapped the table and pointed to the bruises on both her knees. Nonsense! She was the one who got hurt, wasn’t she? Goodness gracious, word is that the kitchen maid was holding the prince’s hand while admiring the scenery, and even had the nerve to wipe his face with a handkerchief. It made the prince’s face turn red with rage, as red as fire. “...” The young woman flushed scarlet, a breath caught in her chest, unable to go up or down. “I held your hand?” the young woman demanded, glaring at the prince. The prince wisely shook his head. “I was the one holding Xiao Shi’s hand.” “I wiped your face with a handkerchief and made you so angry you were practically smoking?” she pressed. “Someone,” the prince said, slapping the table and putting on a stern face. “Pass the word around. Tell them to stop spreading rumors. I was just a little embarrassed, that’s all.” When one case after another intertwines, weaving together into the end of desire, when love and hate finally transform into that single crimson cinnabar mole in the heart, will desire coil around the cinnabar and spread, budding anew, or will the cinnabar burn away the branches and leave only the original intent?