My Lord Just Wants to Lie Flat, but His Wife Takes Up the Throne
Shen Qianlan, a profiler from the Ministry of State Security who longs to retire, transmigrates into the lowly illegitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites. All she wants is to make some money and escape, so she carefully plays the role of an ill-fated loner to keep a low profile.
An imperial decree of marriage binds her to Xiao Jue, an idle prince rumored to be gravely ill. All of the capital waits to laugh at the “sickly prince” and the “bringer of misfortune.”
Shen Qianlan calmly signs the marriage contract, seeing it as the perfect stepping stone. Xiao Jue coughs up blood as he agrees, convinced she’ll make an excellent shield.
On their wedding night, their eyes meet. She sees the sharp gaze beneath his pale, sickly appearance. He sees the cool light in her otherwise gentle eyes.
Alarm bells ring in both their minds at once: [She’s acting! He’s acting!]
As one unsolved case follows another and undercurrents stir at court, he moves the pieces on his board late into the night, commanding the empire’s most secretive agency. She works behind the scenes, sketching the faces of the culprits.
He sets down a case file. “My lady, shall we discuss a new business venture?” She puts down her drawing brush. “My lord, my consulting fees are steep.”
From then on, the sickly prince and his laid-back princess join forces, exposing each other’s secret identities while stirring up the world’s affairs.
When a powerful mastermind meets a profiler, the entire realm becomes their chessboard.
