The Forensic Wife of the Lovesick Prince

Kong Qiqi only slipped on a banana peel and took a tumble, but somehow she became one of the transmigrators. Well, she had transmigrated, so at least she’d gotten to try something fashionable. But why did she have to end up in such an awkward situation? Her father didn’t care for her, her mother didn’t love her, and her stepfather and stepmother were no help. Her uncle scolded her, her cousin set her up, and her aunt joined in to kick her while she was down. Kong Qiqi wiped away her tears. I must have transmigrated into a fake world. Worst of all, the man at home was such a handful. He was always flirting with other women, and kept fainting so she’d have to hold him... She slapped the table. Enough was enough. Grabbing her toolbox, Kong Qiqi decided to run away from home. “Where are you going, My Consort?” Mu Zhixi asked, narrowing his eyes as he watched Kong Qiqi carrying bags and bundles. “The funeral parlor needs a manager. My superiors told me to give it a try.” The young woman widened her eyes and looked utterly innocent. “In that case, I should give you my full support.” Mu Zhixi waved a hand. “Servants, hurry up and take everything that belongs to the Princess Consort to the funeral parlor. Make sure you don’t leave a single thing behind.” Kong Qiqi: ... That night, Kong Qiqi sipped wine and hummed a tune, celebrating her escape from misery and her bright new future. Tipsy in the middle of the night, she kicked open the funeral parlor’s door and saw... “Mu Zhixi? Wh-what are you doing here?” Kong Qiqi sobered up halfway in an instant. “I belong here too... cough... as the... cough, cough... Princess Consort’s... cough, cough, cough...” Mu Zhixi bent over, coughing so violently he could barely breathe. Watching his breathing grow more labored and his face turn paler by the second, Kong Qiqi’s face darkened. She grabbed Mu Zhixi and hurried back toward the prince’s residence. Damn it, he was so frail, yet he still dared to stay here. Was he trying to get himself killed? She didn’t notice the smug smile on his face. Little Theater: “Princess Consort, the prince took a man into his study,” a maid hurried in to report. Kong Qiqi immediately sat up straight. “What does he look like? Strong and dashing, handsome, artsy, or a pretty boy?” The maid shook her head. The two of them rushed to the study. Seeing the door shut tight, the young woman flew into a rage and kicked it open. “Mu, you’d better not try seducing a man, or I’ll castrate you!” Kong Qiqi shouted, hands on her hips. Mu Zhixi: ... Cai Luonan: ... (What’s going on? I only came to discuss a case with the prince.)