Why Mess with Her? She Has a Forensic Pathologist Best Friend Who Can Literally Beat the Dead into the Afterlife

Money-loving Black Lotus vs. Burnt-Out Psycho

Cool, aloof female coroner vs. Workaholic Nobleman

[Food + Mystery Solving + Mutual Exclusivity + Secret Identities]

A chain of conspiracies ends with a princess sent away to marry and her maid falling off a cliff to their deaths.

Qi Xu and her best friend Su Dai died from overwork, only to transmigrate into this world.

Qi Xu rubbed her sore arm and remarked calmly, “No worries. Just think of it as giving the earth a solid elbow.”

With no modern KPIs breathing down their necks and no debts to repay, the two immediately decided to lie flat.

Before long, a strange inn opened on the frontier.

The front courtyard wafted with delicious food, while bodies were dug up and examined in the backyard.

Two tenants who had paid their annual rent were also refusing to leave: a sickly merchant and a stern constable.

When his loss of appetite struck, the ailing merchant threw down ten taels of gold. “Give me the meat, and I’ll give you my life.”

Qi Xu: “...What kind of ‘I’ll give you my life’ romance is this?!”

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[Bonus Scene]

With a blush, Shen Shibai handed Su Dai a scalpel. “Miss Su, I’ve renovated the coroner’s office at the Dali Temple... The Dali Temple’s case files are yours, and so am I.”

Su Dai adjusted her gutta-percha gloves, utterly unmoved. “Take two steps back. Your aroused body temperature is raising the room temperature and speeding up the corpse’s decomposition.”

Qi Xu, eavesdropping in the corner, shook her head in dismay. “What a tragedy. My best friend is duller than the butcher’s knife in the kitchen. That poor lovestruck young man is wasting his time.”

Fang Jixuan turned her around and took her hand, guiding it to his abdomen. His fingertips trembled slightly. “A Xu, I’ve got eight lumps on my stomach. They’re hard and don’t move when I press them. It must be some terrible disease. Could you feel them for me, please?”

Onlookers: Your Majesty, where’s your dignity?