The Substitute Bride Doctor: From the Start, I Lifted the Living King of Hell's Veil

A Scalpel for an Embroidery Needle? I've Decided to Marry the Living King of Hell

> Top forensic pathologist Shen Qingyan is blown sky-high in a laboratory explosion and wakes up as the bullied illegitimate daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei's household.

> Before she can drown in the icy well, she feels a scratch on its wall, dusted with sweet-smelling face powder: proof that her legitimate elder sister pushed her in.

> Just after she's hauled out, her stepmother brings people to smash her birth mother's medicine jar. “Either marry the Living King of Hell, Prince Jing, in your sister's place, or watch your mother die!”

> Looking at her mother coughing up blood, Shen Qingyan wipes the blood from the corner of her mouth and sneers. “Fine. I'll marry the King of Hell.”

> What she doesn't know is that Prince Jing is holding a postmortem report in his sleeve. It reads: “The powder beneath the victim's fingernails matches the kind used by the Marquis's daughter.”