Shigeaki

In September of the 21st year of Yongxi's reign, Shen Yan went on an envoy to Beiliang, stayed at Qinglingyi, and died of a sudden illness. The court said he died of illness. The people said it was a pity for him. The murderer said he killed him. Only his sister Shen Zhao didn't believe it. She remembers everything—memorizing the Thousand-Character Classic at the age of three, memorizing the Lotus Sutra at the age of five, and has a photographic memory, word for word. The only person in the world who knows about this is her brother. She used this brain to check for five years. The people she found died one after another, with a pinpoint-sized red dot on the back of their necks; all the clues she found were wiped out overnight. At the end of the investigation, she couldn't even afford a thin coffin and died in a drafty hut, holding half a piece of burnt wolf's head pattern leather in her hand. When I opened my eyes again, it was winter in the third year of Yongxi. She became the eldest daughter of the Yunjing Wei family - the daughter of a Taiwei and the eldest princess. She was born to sit at the very center of power. She still has a photographic memory. She won't check anymore in this life. She wanted to pull that person out of the deadlock before the knife fell. ——In the sixth year of Yongxi, Shen Yan was eight years old. He was on tiptoe copying books for his father in the West Market, his fingers were red from the cold. Through the curtain of the bookstore, three-year-old Wei Zhao stretched out his little hand towards him and shouted in a sweet voice: "Brother."