Chapter 1: Becoming a Prominent Figure Overnight

Murong Zi stood calmly at the door of the study, waiting to be summoned, when soon the door to the study was opened again

Given the current situation, how can she still communicate with others? Isn't that essentially sticking her neck out to invite ridicule and mockery from others?

In the past, whenever the county lord went to meet the prince, she would always be dressed in splendid attire, as dazzling as could be. Her demeanor was also so proud that it made others hesitant to approach her

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he truly would not have believed that the usually willful princess could actually calm down... If he were not worried about offending his superiors, he would really want to take a good look at what exactly was wrong with this princess...

She is still a newcomer and has no intention of contemplating death

The scenes before her were imbued with an ancient charm, featuring delicate gauze curtains, red-painted beams, and a set of rustic furniture. Even the pure white undergarment she wore felt unfamiliar. Were it not for the waves of pain emanating from the wound on her forehead, wrapped in silk cloth, she would not have believed in the reality of what she was witnessing

It is not for any other reason, but whenever her suitors hear about her profession, they all hesitate. She does not understand why, as she works in a legitimate institution, has a stable job, and a fixed income. Why is it that doctors are sought after, while she, as a forensic doctor, causes men to retreat or even feel disgusted?

I have met the prince

Xiao Lian has already called for her three times: the first time was when she discovered that she was awake, the second time was to inform her that the Princess of Chu had arrived, and the third time was to announce that someone had been sent by the Prince of Chu

Xuan Bamboo Pavilion

This change left her quite perplexed, yet she could not find the reason behind it

"Please sit down." The man's deep voice was somewhat low, revealing no discernible emotion

With another sorrowful sigh, Murong Zi decided not to think too much. Due to her physical weakness, she slowly sat up straight and called Xiao Lian in from outside the door

"Princess, you..." Xiao Lian looked at her pale-faced master with some surprise. Did not the princess want to see the prince very much? Why, when the prince wanted to see her, was she not at all delighted, but instead behaved unusually?

The light gauze floated gently, and the fragrance lingered like smoke. Murong Zi lay on the bed in her boudoir, as if she had fallen into an illusory world, her eyes blankly staring at the canopy above. A familiar yet strange voice called from outside the door; she recognized it as the maid, Xiao Lian. However, she was still unable to pull herself back from this realm that was both real and ethereal, so she prevented Xiao Lian from entering, lost in thought about everything that had happened an hour ago.

Indeed, she has borrowed a corpse to return to life, and not only that, she has also inherited the memories that this body should possess

Murong Zi entered the study with composure, catching a glimpse of a white figure behind the desk, who respectfully performed a bow.

With the memories of her original body, Murong Zi quickly adapted to her current life, with her eating, dressing, and sleeping habits being no different from those of the previous Murong Zi. However, Xiao Lian still sensed a significant change in her master. The former master spoke in a loud and commanding tone, was naturally critical of the servants, and hardly regarded anyone except for the prince, even voicing her dissatisfaction about the princess loudly behind her back. Yet, for two consecutive days, she observed her master remaining silent, hardly speaking to anyone except during meals and sleep, and even when mentioning the prince, it was with an air of indifference. The former master spoke in a loud and commanding tone, was naturally critical of the servants, and hardly regarded anyone except for the prince, even voicing her dissatisfaction about the princess loudly behind her back. Yet, for two consecutive days, she observed her master remaining silent, hardly speaking to anyone except during meals and sleep, and even when mentioning the prince, it was with an air of indifference.

Surely that man does not like to face her either, such an arrogant and overbearing princess, who also enjoys being clingy; any man would probably find it unbearable. If it were not for her status as his sister-in-law, that man would have likely driven her away long ago, rather than allowing her to stay in the residence and embarrass herself by attempting to take her own life for love.

She is at a loss for words, feeling quite melancholic, isn't she? Those people are merely individuals known to the original Murong Zi; their presence or absence has nothing to do with her! If she could, she would truly like to dig a hole and bury herself, to avoid being caught in a dilemma, making her feel out of place in every direction!

But what should she say when meeting them? Should she tell them that the original Murong Zi is already dead, and that she is no longer Murong Zi, but merely a person possessed by a soul? Then sever all ties with them, and live as if they are dead to each other?

"Princess, how are you? Are you feeling better?" As soon as Xiao Lian entered the room, she hurriedly approached the bedside, her face filled with concern typical of a girl around 15 or 16 years old. She deftly took a square pillow and gently placed it behind Murong Zi to support her. "Princess, you have been unconscious for two days. The princess heard that you have awakened and came to see you. I told her that you were weak, and she did not say much before leaving. However, the prince sent someone to convey a message, asking you to visit him at Xuan Bamboo Pavilion once you feel better."

Could it be any more melodramatic? She imagined that in her past life, she went on blind dates one hundred times, failing one hundred times, yet never considered taking her own life. Who would have thought that this current body would be so fragile, unable to withstand a single setback? Just for that elusive man, who is already married and has concubines, she chose to die! The original Murong Zi is dead, but why must she, a person who has crossed over from the modern world, be left to clean up the mess?

I understand, at the moment I really lack the energy, it would be better to wait a couple of days before meeting the prince. Murong Zi shook her head calmly. She was no longer the Murong Zi of the past, who was infatuated and eager to see that prince every day. Now, the thought of men disgusted her; it was best to avoid seeing them altogether. Asking her to continue being infatuated? That was just a dream!

She reminisces about her past days and identity, from studying in an orphanage to entering the workforce, a journey filled with hardships. After finally graduating from university through hard work and securing a job she loves, her romantic history, however, takes another turn of sorrow.

The man behind the desk had been slightly surprised and was staring at the approaching figure since the moment Murong Zi entered, only quickly concealing the hint of astonishment in his dark eyes when he heard the sound of a greeting.

In the past, life was chaotic and unclear, and the future seems uncertain and helpless; how should one continue with this life

How could she be so unfortunate

In fact, over the past two days, Murong Zi has been under great pressure. It is not that she does not enjoy talking to others, but rather that she simply does not know what to say to them. On several occasions, she secretly overheard the maids and servants in her courtyard discussing her behind her back, claiming that she shamelessly wished to climb into the prince's bed, and even aspired to take the position of the princess. As a result, she was rejected by the prince and ridiculed by everyone for her disgraceful behavior, leading to her illustrious deeds becoming known throughout the entire capital.

Dressed in a water-blue scholar's robe, Murong Zi saw the guard come out to respond, nodded indifferently, and with a blank expression, slightly lowered her head and walked gracefully towards the study.

What is even more absurd about this body in its previous life is that it actually had feelings for that so-called King of Chu. After being rejected by the King of Chu, it unexpectedly became despondent and took its own life out of love

If possible, she really does not want to be reborn in this unfamiliar world

Who are the King of Chu and the Queen of Chu? They are the masters of the Chu royal residence

"Princess, the prince requests your presence inside," said the guard at the entrance, bowing his head respectfully. His eyes, hidden from view, flickered with a hint of surprise. Since when has this princess been able to wait calmly for someone to deliver a message?

"Alright, I feel much better now. I will go to see the prince. If you have nothing to do, please help me bring a set of clothes. I feel like taking a walk." Murong Zi could not concern herself with the thoughts of others. She gently tidied the slightly disheveled strands of hair on her shoulders and instructed Xiao Lian in a soft voice. Perhaps it was due to lying in bed for too long, but her waist felt sore and swollen, and she urgently needed some activity to alleviate this discomfort.

With delicate fingers as slender as green onions, Murong Ziqing gently caressed her smooth, porcelain-like cheek, unable to suppress her admiration. Although she found it hard to accept the notion of time travel, the experience of regaining youth was indeed quite rare. Without looking into a bronze mirror, she could tell that her current appearance was undoubtedly more beautiful than before. Touching her skin, which felt like that of a peeled egg, she truly embodied the pampered princess raised in a secluded chamber. Moreover, at this age, just past the age of 18, with a youthful beauty akin to that of a flower, it was indeed comforting.

She indeed wanted to do so, but reality was there. She damnedly possessed all of Murong Zi's memories, and those people and events related to her were vividly presented in her mind, making it impossible for her to ignore them. Moreover, Murong Zi's identity was that of a princess granted by the Emperor of the Western Shu Kingdom, not an ordinary woman. Every word and action of hers could not be freely decided by her current self; one misstep could cost her life. Furthermore, Murong Zi's identity was that of a princess granted by the Emperor of the Western Shu Kingdom, not an ordinary woman. Every word and action of hers could not be freely decided by her current self; one misstep could cost her life.

It was such a simple attire, yet it left all the servants she encountered today in awe. Murong Zi walked from her courtyard, and everyone who saw her gaped in astonishment, paying her their respects. It seemed that the person before them was not the willful and fastidious princess, but rather a celestial being slowly approaching from the moonlight, exuding a delicate elegance tinged with a hint of coldness, enchanting enough to make one doubt their own eyes.

What is so bad about being a forensic doctor? Isn't it just that they have more contact with corpses and see more dead people? Doctors also deal with life, aging, illness, and death; they are respected by people. Why is it that this forensic doctor is rejected by many men?

The small courtyard in the far corner of the Western Shu Chu King's residence

Having failed at matchmaking over a hundred times is nothing; even going up the mountain to catch a breeze and calm down could lead to a fatal fall from the cliff. If death is inevitable, why not die more thoroughly, so as to be reborn into a good family and live the life that a normal woman should have? Yet, my soul is inexplicably bound to such a woman.

Xiao Lian was momentarily unable to discern what her master was truly thinking. She merely assumed that her master's thoughts were due to physical discomfort and did not ponder further. Obediently, she followed Murong Zi's instructions and fetched a set of orange scholarly robes with embroidered short jackets, carefully assisting her in putting them on.

Indeed, the identity of the master she is possessed by is that of a princess! Moreover, she is the sworn sister of the King of Chu of the Western Shu Kingdom

What did that maid call her before? Princess?

The entire ensemble in blue is elegant yet exudes a sense of grandeur, with a graceful figure that is delicate and slender. Her shoulder-length hair is black and thick, cascading down like a waterfall, enchanting to the eye. Her once smooth forehead is now partially concealed by fine bangs, hiding its former luster and slightly obscuring the calmness reflected in her autumn-like eyes. Her complexion, free of any blemishes, is more captivating than ever, surpassing the exquisite makeup of the past. This is all attributed to her delicate and beautiful features, her youthful bloom, and skin that radiates a natural, tender sheen—soft pink, tender pink, and delicate. It is three parts cute and seven parts gentle. Not only is her makeup different from usual, but even the hairpin in her dark hair is singular, adding a touch of sparkle without losing its brilliance.

It seems she finds it necessary to meet the man who once captivated Murong Zi's soul... Whether to go or stay, ultimately it depends on the other party's agreement...

One can live without a man, especially since that man already has a family; she has no intention of becoming a mistress or a concubine.