Volume One, Chapter One: Going Mad After Becoming the Doomed Matriarch

The Great Xia Dynasty, the Marquis of Yong’an’s residence.

Amidst a haze of confusion and sharp pain, Shi Qingqian slowly regained consciousness. Though her awareness had yet to fully return, her body was the first to keenly sense that something was amiss.

A strange, burning desire surged within her like a raging tide. She furrowed her brow slightly as her cheeks flushed a deep rose.

As an heir to an ancient martial arts family and a master of both traditional Chinese and Western medicine, Shi Qingqian immediately realized she had been afflicted with a love poison.

Struggling to rise, her eyes took in the antique yet somewhat disordered room. The embroidered quilt on the carved bed was half-drawn back, delicate gauze curtains hung softly, and flickering candlelight danced in the breeze, casting blurred shadows.

Before she could fully comprehend the situation, a staggering figure was abruptly pushed inside the room.

Looking up, Shi Qingqian saw an ugly man dressed as a servant, his face flushed red, eyes clouded with confusion and lust.

When he caught sight of Shi Qingqian on the bed, he lunged at her like a ravenous wolf in heat.

Though startled, Shi Qingqian’s years of martial training steadied her instantly. Enduring the assault of the love poison within, she slipped to the side. The man missed his mark and crashed heavily onto the bed.

Seizing the moment, Shi Qingqian delivered an elbow strike, rendering the man unconscious.

She searched the room for silver needles and used them to seal acupuncture points, temporarily suppressing the poison coursing through her. But this was no permanent remedy.

At most, she had an hour. Without an antidote by then, her body would explode from the poison.

Shi Qingqian glanced toward the door and, through a crack, spotted two figures whispering outside.

“Oh! I envy that coachman so much! The young madam is so beautiful—imagine what delights await him!” one voice gushed.

“Envy my foot! Li Si desecrated the young madam. Do you think he’ll live? Would you throw your life away for a moment’s pleasure?” another snapped.

“Hah! What do you know? It’s glorious to die under the peony’s bloom!” came the bold retort.

“Not a bad idea. Let’s drag Li Si out, have some fun ourselves, then throw him back in as a scapegoat. The young madam is poisoned with love venom and unconscious now—she’s probably craving a man like mad!” one schemer chuckled.

“Hehe… that’s a brilliant plan. Let’s go!”

With a creak, the door swung open. Two guards stepped inside, only to find Shi Qingqian standing calmly at the threshold, her gaze icily sharp.

They glanced at the unconscious Li Si on the bed, puzzled.

Could the young madam be unpoisoned?

Even if she wasn’t poisoned, their orders from the heir were clear—they must carry out their mission or face death if exposed.

Exchanging a glance, the two guards lunged at Shi Qingqian.

Shi Qingqian did not dodge but moved like a ghost, closing in. A graceful spinning kick struck one guard squarely on the head, and he collapsed with a muffled grunt.

The other guard, panicked, swung his long blade recklessly at her.

Unfazed, Shi Qingqian sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and twisted hard. A sharp crack sounded as the guard dropped the blade in pain.

She picked up the long blade, pressing it firmly against his neck.

In mere moments, Shi Qingqian’s fierce skill and resolute decisiveness caught the guards completely off guard.

Her voice was cold as ice: “Tell me—who is behind this betrayal?”

The guard hesitated, eyes flickering with fear. Shi Qingqian pressed the blade forward slightly, causing him sharp pain in his throat. He begged, “M-Madam… it was Young Master Qin. We acted on his orders. Please spare me!”

“Young Master Qin… Qin Lang?” Shi Qingqian’s face was filled with shock. Had she transmigrated?

Qin Lang was the male lead in the novel she had read yesterday, titled *The Noble Lady Who Ruled the Capital*.

She recalled that the villainous main wife in the book shared her name, so while reading, she had despised Qin Lang and Lu Hongzhao bitterly, wishing she could become that discarded wife and punish the treacherous pair.

Shi Qingqian was the legitimate daughter of the Grand Tutor’s family, married to Qin Lang, the heir of the Marquis of Yong’an.

On their wedding night, Qin Lang was ordered to lead troops to the northern frontier and had been missing for three years.

The Qin family presumed him dead, as did Shi Qingqian.

Yet, three years later, Qin Lang returned with a captivating woman named Lu Hongzhao, a famed courtesan of Jiangnan.

That was her public identity; in truth, she was the emperor’s illegitimate daughter by a courtesan in Jiangnan.

She was also a 21st-century classical musician, renowned in Jiangnan for her modern reinterpretations of traditional melodies.

Qin Lang’s three-year campaign hadn’t been at the northern border but in Jiangnan, searching for the princess.

Ambitious and unscrupulous, Qin Lang had used every means to win Lu Hongzhao’s heart.

The emperor forbade Lu Hongzhao from becoming a princess for the sake of his reputation but did not want his daughter to suffer. Seeing that Lu Hongzhao and Qin Lang were already intimate, he allowed Qin Lang to bring her back to the marquisate.

Though the emperor never explicitly named Lu Hongzhao the legitimate wife, Qin Lang certainly would not make the princess a concubine.

Shi Qingqian, innocent and dutiful, had preserved her chastity for three years, faithfully managing the household. Yet society would judge her harshly if she were divorced.

Thus, Qin Lang and Lu Hongzhao conspired to ruin Shi Qingqian’s reputation and then divorce her.

In the original story, their plot succeeded. Born into a scholarly family, Shi Qingqian could not bear such humiliation; after being assaulted and regaining clarity, she took her own life.

She guessed she had transmigrated at the very moment Qin Lang and Lu Hongzhao drugged her to destroy her name.

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