Dressed as a Sick Concubine in the Cold Palace and Brought Down the Dog Emperor

The copper stove in the cold palace was crackling, and my hand holding the glass of poisonous wine was shaking - the eunuch sent by Xiao Yong was staring at me and said, "Concubine Ning, drink quickly, don't let it get cold." But the intuition of the forensic doctor in my previous life told me that there was something wrong with this wine. The silver needle was pierced into the wine cup, but the needle tip did not turn black. My throat felt so sweet that I staggered and fell down. The silver needle in my sleeve rolled out half an inch on the ground. Sure enough, Concubine Li's secret guard came in in the middle of the night, holding a dagger to make a last strike. I held the broken pieces of porcelain that I had hidden in advance against his wrist: "Tell me, was the queen's death a result of your manipulation?" They thought I was a sick man about to die, but they didn't know that I had searched through the broken bricks and tiles of the cold palace and used the blood stain layering method to lock Concubine Li's gilded hairpin; they didn't even know that the secret letter "The Prince Conspired to Rebellion", I dipped it in tea and wiped it - ha, it was clearly Xiao Yong's own handwriting. When the red candles for the Queen Mother's birthday banquet were lit, I knelt in front of the steps holding the bloody hairpin and the secret letter. Xiao Yong's dragon robe was soaked with cold sweat, and Concubine Li's golden steps clanked on the ground. "Your Majesty," I looked up with a smile, "you said that this poisonous wine is meant to bring death, but I have tested it using forensic methods - this is clearly Concubine Li who wants to lend your hand to send me to pay for the Queen's death."