After Becoming a Substitute, I Slaughtered My Way Through the Prince's Manor

The instant Shen Zhian opened her eyes, a rough hand was gripping her chin and lifting her face.

"She looks just like her. Exactly alike."

The speaker was a matron who looked like a stewardess, her gaze appraising Shen Zhian like a piece of merchandise.

"That face is at least seven-tenths like Lady Su in the portrait. The prince is sure to be pleased when he sees her."

Shen Zhian did not move.

It wasn't that she didn't want to. In 0.3 seconds, she had completed a full-body scan: this body was far too weak. Her muscle mass was low, her joints stiff, and her cardiopulmonary function was probably less than a third of what it had been in her previous life. Two strong men could easily hold her down.