[One-on-one romance + two powerful leads + political intrigue + lighthearted + mystery-solving + everyone’s favorite + transmigration]
By day, she’s a carefree princess. By night, she’s a hotheaded detective.
Zhu Lin transmigrated into the body of the Ming dynasty Prince of Qin’s only daughter. The moment she woke up, she was told, “You’ve lost your memory. You need to be demure.”
But inside her head lived the spirit of a detective who had died in the line of duty in her previous life. Whenever she saw a murder, she wanted to charge in; the smell of blood thrilled her.
So the headlines in the capital changed every day:
Shocking! Princess Zhaoyang breaks into the entertainment quarter at night and is hunted by the entire city! #
Breaking! Princess grabs a man in the street, claiming she’s investigating a case! #
Urgent! The Prince of Qin is once again kneeling outside the palace gates, trying to fish his daughter out! #
Zhu Shuang teetered on the edge of a daily breakdown. “You rebellious girl! Can’t you behave for just one day?!”
Zhu Lin blinked her innocent almond-shaped eyes. “Father, I really am investigating a case this time. Look at this ledger. It says your Guard Commander took bribes.”
Zhu Shuang glanced at the forged seal on the ledger and laughed in exasperation. “…At least you’ve learned to cause trouble with some finesse.”
Then Shen Cong, the cold-faced King of Hell of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, showed up and cornered her in an alley. “Princess, you were the last person Su Wanrong saw before she died.”
Zhu Lin slipped her short blade into her sleeve and put on a sweet, innocent smile. “Lord Shen, I’ve lost my memory. I don’t remember.”
Shen Cong stared at the faint bloodstain on her cuff and slowly drew his blade. “How convenient. I specialize in treating amnesia.”
Later, after a major case on the frontier was solved, at the victory banquet, the drunken Prince of Qin put an arm around his daughter and bragged, “My girl! Just like me! So clever!”
Zhu Lin quietly called him out. “Father, you’ve dropped your sword again.”
