C637 Tie the Embroidery Needle to the Hemp Rope

Thinking back on it now, it felt like it was two centuries ago. In actuality, less than a year had passed.

The person who was similar to me in height, figure, and back often came to Xiushui District, lured me into disaster, and created all kinds of evidence, slandered me as a murderer, and tried to send me to prison. The process was intertwined, and I was almost played to death