Wrongly Wed to a Ruthless Wife

Qin Shu was a pampered CEO’s wife in the 21st century, as well as a dual PhD in medicine and botany. A car accident led her to transmigrate, in a thoroughly unscientific fashion, into the legitimate second daughter of the Prime Minister’s household, nicknamed Poor Su. She had planned to take things as they came and keep playing the pitiful “second” young lady, but she never expected to marry the wrong man. She was supposed to marry the gentle Ninth Prince, but instead, she wound up with the Seventh Prince, who was rumored to be as vicious as a devil. It was fine. Seven and nine were both princes, so either one would do. Only, the Seventh Prince didn’t seem too fond of the princess the emperor had bestowed upon him. A month after she moved into the prince’s manor, she hadn’t even laid eyes on one of the devil prince’s fingers. If they couldn’t play together, she’d just get cozy with the flowers and plants in the back garden. She could make poisons and brew medicines whenever she liked, and keep advancing her studies. That way, her ridiculously impressive PhD wouldn’t go to waste. She’d thought she’d spend both her past life and her next one in ancient times surrounded by flowers and plants. Sadly, fate had other plans, and her life was never going to be simple... She healed the sick and saved lives as she roamed the martial world, earning the title “Divine Doctor.” She opened shops and made her way in the business world, earning the title “Young Master Su.” She laid claim to mountains and gathered bandits, amassing countless bandit strongholds, earning the title “Boss Qin.” To protect her son’s throne, she planned every move carefully, plotting and scheming, killing gods and demons alike. She had accounted for everything, but never guessed that the enemy most intent on seizing the throne and killing her precious son would turn out to be him... (Excerpt One) The Third Prince came to visit. The moment I saw him, tears sprang to my eyes. “Son, you’re alive! I’ve missed you so much!” The young prince trembled with rage and was about to speak when I shrieked as if I’d seen a ghost. “Son, why have you shrunk?” The young prince glared at me, unable to take it anymore. “Idiot, because I transmigrated too, just like you!” That unfilial tone, that face exactly like his when he was little: it had to be my unfilial son! “Could it be that all three of us transmigrated?” I asked in stunned disbelief. This was an unprecedented breakthrough in the history of transmigration! “Exactly. I suspect the Ninth Prince, whose personality has changed so much, is my dad.” The young prince nodded with complete confidence. “What? You’re saying that Ninth Prince is our CEO?” I was thunderstruck. “Yes.” The young prince was absolutely certain! The Ninth Prince... the CEO... My mind went blank for a moment, then I burst into tears. So I’d married the wrong man after all. Heaven, who exactly are you trying to screw over? (Excerpt Two) Me: “Ninth Prince, do you remember Xia... the one by Daming Lake? No, no, do you remember who your wife is?” Ninth Prince (rolling his eyes): “What? You still want to marry me? I know my princess was supposed to be you, but you’re damaged goods now. Don’t dream of becoming my princess!” Me: “You really don’t remember anything?” Ninth Prince: “I have no idea what you’re talking about. If you’re so eager to marry me, given your beauty, I can take you as a concubine.” Me: “...” How could this scumbag prince possibly be our CEO?! (Excerpt Three) Third Prince: “Mom, is the Ninth Prince really not Dad?” Me: “Looks like it.” Third Prince (disdainfully): “Mom, can you not just guess? Give me an answer I can trust.” Me: “I know his personality really has changed, but I don’t know if he’s our CEO.” Third Prince (still disdainful): “Are you really Dad’s wife? You can’t even recognize him!” Me: “You’re his son, and you can’t recognize him either!” Third Prince: “I’m not close to him. You sleep with him every night. How can you compare us?” Me (blushing): “Nonsense. He’s a workaholic. He comes home once a week, and sometimes he doesn’t come home for a whole month.” Third Prince: “Then why are we even looking for him? A husband like that, I’ll divorce him for you!” Me: “...” (Excerpt Four) Third Prince: “Mom,