[Substitute Strikes Back + Regretful Pursuit + Forensic Doctor with a Golden Finger + No Female Rivalry]
When Shen Yuan opened her eyes, she had become the substitute princess consort of the Prince of Zhenbei.
On their wedding night, Lu Jingchen lifted her veil, said only, “You're just a substitute,” and turned to leave.
The original owner would have been wailing and threatening to kill herself by now.
But Shen Yuan was a criminal psychology expert and forensic consultant who had transmigrated into this world.
She immediately picked up a brush and wrote a divorce agreement. “Fine. Let's divorce.”
She also saw straight through the favored woman's fake cough when she spotted ginger juice on her handkerchief, then turned the tables: “I’m the only person in the entire capital who can cure your illness.”
From then on, the capital had a new legend:
She examined corpses and solved cases, reading a killer's microexpressions at a glance and cracking unsolved cases that had stumped investigators for ten years;
She opened a clinic and saved three thousand soldiers from a plague, earning the people's reverence as a living bodhisattva;
She exposed treacherous ministers and brought old cases before the court. Even the Empress Dowager took her hand and called her a “good girl.”
Later, Lu Jingchen regretted everything.
Every day, he carried the old iron jar he'd kept for six years and sat outside her clinic from sunrise to sunset.
Someone asked what he was doing.
His eyes red, he said, “Waiting for my princess consort to stop being angry and come home with me.”
Shen Yuan: “Get lost. We already signed the divorce papers. Who are you calling your princess consort?”
