I Transmigrated as a Worthless Princess and Fought for the Throne

[Soul transmigration · 1v2 · all male leads are chaste · matriarchal setting]

In the Great Jing Dynasty, three princesses are vying for the throne.

Shen Li is the least remarkable of them all.

"You're the weak one! Your whole family is weak!"

She slapped the table and stood up, cheeks flushed, like a cat with its tail stepped on.

The eldest princess, Shen Huai, idly waved her folding fan. Her lazy voice dripped with venom: "Third Sister, you have no power, influence, or connections. If you're not weak, who is?"

The second princess, Shen Ke, hid her mouth behind her sleeve, making no effort to conceal the contempt in her eyes. "Oh? Our 'good-for-nothing' Third Sister wants the throne? Does she think she'll have to rely on her husband to help her?"

Shen Li slowly drew a breath.

When she looked up again, a faint smile had appeared in her eyes, and her voice was as gentle as if she were making idle conversation.

"Elder Sister, have you won over Brother-in-law Wei Zhao yet? How are you finding the pain of chasing after your husband?"

Shen Huai's fan suddenly stopped moving.

"Second Sister," Shen Li turned her head, her expression utterly innocent. "Are you and Brother-in-law Xie Zhihe still playing at pure love? Poor Brother-in-law has already been poisoned with a slow-acting toxin. And you still don't know?"

Shen Ke's face went deathly pale. Her fingers clenched the corner of her sleeve so tightly her knuckles turned blue.

That night, Shen Li returned home looking aggrieved and threw herself into her husband's arms.

"Kissy, kissy, my dear husband. Someone bullied your wife..."

She had been a doctoral student in the modern world, but after her soul transmigrated into this matriarchal dynasty, she became its least powerful princess. She had been destined to tread carefully, surrounded by wolves.

But...

Burying her face against her husband's neck, she smiled slyly. "I'm pretty formidable too."