My father ordered me to kill the emperor, but His Majesty bestowed a princess upon me instead.

The body was placed in the east wing of the separate courtyard.

There are three guards outside the door.

Princess House.

Internal guard.

The Censorate.

Each time the door is opened, all three parties are present.

This isn't because we're afraid the corpse will run away.

They were afraid she would be replaced by someone else again.

The autopsy was conducted by two female medical officers and Qiu Tang.

Bai Zhi, Han Feng, and I stood outside the screen.

Xiao Lingyi stood inside.

She did not avoid it.

The body was wearing her clothes.

She was used as a substitute to die.

She has the right to see it for herself.

The sound of fabric rubbing came from behind the screen.

Items were sent out one by one.

Princess's everyday attire.

real.

From the Princess's residence.

There was a trace of ink left by Xiao Lingyi when she was a child inside the collar.

She learned to write her name at the age of seven.

He spilled the ink next to the trunk.

This set of casual clothes was also there at the time.

Secondary signature.

real.

However, it is not the current secondary signature.

A red line runs above the double moons.

It is the same as the late empress's original design.

Jade pendant at the waist.

Genuine jade.

False ear of grain.

The princess's tassels are tied with five loops.

This one only came four times.

The more real it is on the outside.

The more urgent it gets inside.

The last item sent out was a gray-blue sick gown.

It looks the same as the fake clothes in box B4.

But just by placing them on the table, the difference becomes apparent.

Real clothes are heavier.

There were multiple medicine stains on the cuffs.

There is also a very shallow burn mark on his right shoulder.

Xiao Lingyi emerged from behind the screen.

His face was very cold.

"It's the Empress Dowager."

"Does Your Highness remember?"

"I don't remember the clothes."

She said, "I remember the burn marks."

"The Empress Dowager refused to lie down while she was ill."

"Once, the medicine furnace was overturned."

"Aunt Zhaoyue shielded her with her hand."

"Mars landed on the right shoulder."

Qiutang brought over the old repair book of Shangyi.

June of the fourteenth year of Chengxi.

The right shoulder of the hospital gown from Changning has a three-inch patch.

Handled by:

Spring orchid.

The hospital gown is real.

It was once repaired by Chunlan.

Later, Zhaoyue sealed it away.

Later, it was swapped from the princess's wardrobe.

Bai Zhi first looked at the cuffs.

"Someone demolished it."

"where?"

"Three sections at the bottom."

"Two places on the cuffs."

"Lead the way."

The person changing clothes clearly knew the cards were inside.

But they didn't know exactly where it was sewn.

We dismantled all the locations where things were most likely to be hidden.

They sewed it back on.

The brand is not available in these places.

Xiao Lingyi did not rush to move.

She closed her eyes and thought for a moment.

"When the moon shines and the clothes are sealed."

"I like to hide the sutures under my left armpit."

Why?

"The Empress Dowager holds a pen in her right hand."

"I always get touched on my right side when I'm getting dressed."

"My left armpit moves less."

Bai Zhi opened the lining of the left armpit.

You can't see the stitches being removed there.

The stitches are so old they're frayed.

Three of the needles are in the opposite direction to the others.

Backspin.

It wasn't for sewing it up securely.

It's a symbol.

Qiutang used fine scissors to pry open the outermost layer.

There's another layer of cloth inside.

Then pick it open again.

The copper luster was revealed.

A thin tag, hidden in the seam of clothing for eleven years.

The front has four characters.

Settle old accounts.

The back features clothing folds.

There is also a line of smaller text below:

Clothes three.

Verify by moonlight.

The last real card.

found it.

No one spoke.

Zhou Suniang stood by the door and cried when she saw the plaque.

It's not because of the cards.

It was because of the corpse behind the screen.

"Her name is Ah Xiu."

"I've heard people call it that."

Xiao Lingyi handed the card to Bai Zhi.

"Don't seal it yet."

"Priority Man".

She did not put the dead person at the back just because she found the clothing tag.

That's right.

The dead have already lain in her place once.

You can no longer make way for other vehicles.

Two female medical officers completed their examination of the body.

Approximately thirty years old.

There is an old burn on my left wrist.

It was not a burn.

Like the long-term erosion caused by alkaline water in a dye shop.

One tooth is missing from the right back tooth.

Alveolar healing takes at least three years.

There are old marks from an iron ring on my left ankle.

The index finger and thumb of the right hand have thin calluses formed from years of twisting thread.

She has made clothes.

I've also done dyeing.

Bai Zhi was immediately transferred to the three prefectures for further investigation.

Among the old records of Yong'an Dyehouse, there is one person who fits the description.

He Xiuniang.

Originally from Nanhefang, Yong'an.

A female worker in a dyeing workshop.

Seven years ago, the report stated that the person died from the epidemic.

Old work injury record:

Alkaline burning of left wrist.

The right posterior tooth was knocked off by the mallet from the dye vat.

Her husband remarried five years ago.

A woman was adopted by her mother's family.

Whether the person is He Xiuniang cannot be determined solely by the two old wounds.

The identification by family members or former neighbors is still needed.

At least it won't just be called a female corpse anymore.

I had the clerk record it:

An unidentified female corpse.

She was once dressed in Princess Zhaoning's everyday clothes and the late Empress's sick clothes.

It is suspected that she is He Xiuniang.

Left wrist injury, missing right back tooth, calluses on the hand.

The identity is pending final verification by Yong'an's family.

It is not the "Zhaoning Corpse".

It is not directly written as He Xiuniang.

Leave a question mark in the middle.

Bai Zhi nodded after reading it.

"That's stable."

Zhou Suniang asked, "Is there anyone else in her family?"

There is a woman.

How big?

"It should be thirteen now."

Zhou Suniang covered her mouth.

He didn't say anything more.

Seven years ago, He Xiuniang was written to be dead.

The daughter was adopted.

She was taken into some unknown living chamber.

Later, he learned clothing, dyeing, and body shaping.

Finally, she put on the princess's clothes and lay down in the trunk.

Even if one of our deductions turns out to be wrong.

She is definitely not Zhao Ning.

This can be written down first.

Xiao Lingyi returned behind the screen.

He personally took the princess's everyday clothes from beside the corpse.

Change into a clean, plain outfit.

It wasn't royalty who prepared the burial clothes.

It was just a plain white cloth coat for ordinary people.

"Your Highness."

Qiu Tang whispered, "If she really is He Xiuniang, should we follow the Yong'an etiquette...?"

"Wait for the family members first."

Xiao Lingyi said, "But you can't wear my clothes anymore."

After she came out, she looked at the clothing tags.

"Send Yong'an away."

Bai Zhi, however, did not move.

"We're still missing a garment inspection report."

"The cards are real."

"The door doesn't necessarily only recognize the card."

She pointed to the back of the real card.

"Clothes three, examine by moonlight."

"Zhaoyue wants to inspect more than just this garment."

"And who is wearing these clothes?"

I recalled the characters that appeared on the stone gate.

Clothes test old name.

Clothes not returned, people not opened.

The card has been found.

The old clothes have also been found.

But the sick clothes were taken off the late empress.

He was granted the title of Zhaoning.

It was stolen again.

Finally, the clothes were put on what appeared to be He Xiuniang's corpse.

If this journey is not clearly written down...

Mai is still working for the fake identity.

I asked, "How do you write it?"

Angelica dahurica was spread out on the paper.

"First, write down who the garment originally belonged to."

"Write down who will claim it next."

"Who issued the seal?"

"Who switched them?"

"Who wore it last?"

"Who is the living person?"

"Who is the dead man?"

"Keep every segment."

Ah Liu looked at the large piece of paper.

"Miss Bai."

"Um."

"It's just a piece of clothing."

"Why is it longer than a person's household registration?"

Bai Zhi glanced at the screen.

"Because the people involved changed many times."

"He didn't change his clothes."

The tent won't cry.

Even clothes won't be worn.

But a single stitch from eleven years ago will remember everyone who passed through it.

I picked up the clothing tag.

The bronze medal felt cold.

"Write it first."

Before changing her clothes, Xiao Lingyi asked everyone to step back behind the screen.

She stayed behind herself.

It's not about recognizing clothes.

This was to see if the corpse had been mistaken for a human.

The deceased had old ligature marks on his shoulders and back, and white marks around his ankles from years of wearing iron rings.

These are not in the princess's tent.

But it belongs to her alone.

Xiao Lingyi instructed Qiu Tang to record the details of each place.

"It cannot be simply written that she wore my clothes."

"We also need to write about what she originally suffered."

The physician Song said in a low voice, "Your Highness need not examine me personally."

"If I only look at the clothes," she said, "then I'll be no different from the person who changed her clothes."

After covering herself with the plain clothes, she sealed the Zhaoning everyday clothes away separately.

It's not about taking it back.

It was left as evidence of the deceased's death.

When the first sound of thread being cut came from inside the screen, everyone outside paused for a moment.

Qiutang is not a scissor.

It was to cut the princess's knot from the deceased's wrist.

The knot was tied very tightly.

It will hurt when a living person wears it.

Dead people don't cry out.

So the imposters tied themselves up tighter and tighter, afraid of falling off.

Xiao Lingyi instructed the female physician to first apply medicine to the corpse's wrists.

Ah Liu was puzzled.

The person is already dead.

"Even if you die, you don't need to keep strangling me."

No one recorded this sentence in the autopsy report.

But this kept the east wing quiet for a long time.

After the deceased was dressed in plain clothes, the female physician found an indentation on the back of his shoulder.

It's not an injury.

It's from carrying a medicine box for a long time.

She may have been a female doctor, a pharmacist, or someone who regularly delivered needle boxes during her lifetime.

There are two kinds of mud on the soles of the feet.

Red soil south of the city.

Grayish-white stone powder near the imperial tomb.

She wasn't just dressed up as a princess in the villa.

I've also visited the imperial tombs before.

Bai Zhi immediately wrote "Imperial Palace Attendant" as a candidate.

Xiao Lingyi pressed down on the paper.

"Write the traces first."

Their identity remains unknown.

We've become too used to replacing an old identity with a new one.

The reason I took off her princess dress today is not so that I could immediately dress her in a royal mausoleum outfit.

Suddenly, someone delivered a ticket for identifying a body to the door.

The ticket reads: Former wet nurse of Princess Zhaoning.

The wet nurse herself is currently cursing someone in the backyard of the princess's residence.

A body identification ticket arrives faster than a new identity for the body.

Gu Xingzhi ordered his men to detain the ticket deliveryman.

Before the other party could bite through the poison sac, Yan Xiaoyi first dislocated his jaw.

"At least I made it once," he said.

Corpses cannot speak.

Those who wanted to speak up for her rushed forward one after another.

"I'll send it after I finish writing it."

Xiao Lingyi said, "Write my name in the recipient's name."

"Don't save."

"But this hospital gown isn't for you."

"I accept."

She looked at the corpse dressed in plain clothes.

"I lost it later."

"This is also a sum of money."