The Noble Consort Is Dead, and I’m in Her Bed

{Soldier King Transmigrates}+{Princes Vie for the Throne}+{Political Intrigue}+{Suspense}

A kick jolts him awake to a room in disarray.

He has transmigrated into the body of Xiao Chen, the useless Third Prince. The moment he opens his eyes, he's trapped in a deadly situation: Consort Xue, the emperor's favorite, lies dead beside him, ugly finger marks on her neck. His clothes are in disarray, and he has no way to defend himself.

Sixth Prince Xiao Yan barges in with a crowd to "catch them in the act." The concubines in the hall burst into tears. The emperor is about to arrive, and the evidence seems airtight.

Everyone is waiting to see the head of this good-for-nothing, who can't even beat a goose, hit the ground.

But they don't know that inside this useless shell is a special forces king who once infiltrated enemy territory alone and got seventeen confessions with just three sentences.

The marks are deeper on the left than the right. The killer is left-handed.

There's flesh under the fingernails. Your collar is too high.

Xiao Yan panics. The empress grows anxious. But only when Xiao Chen is being taken to the imperial prison does he realize:

The real player has been sitting on the dragon throne all along.

The trial is in three days. He has to clear his name. But the emperor has already sharpened the blade for him.

Useless? I was pretending. A pawn? I was acting.