ASTRP -Chapter 1 Soul Exchange

Inside the Regent Prince’s residence, the man lying on the bed stirred slightly, his handsome brows twitching. Seeing this, the guard Qing Shan at his side immediately cried out, “Your Highness!”

The man’s urgent voice seemed distant and near at once. The hazy consciousness of the person on the bed gradually cleared.

“Your Highness…”

“Oh heavens! My Prince! That useless Feng Jinge actually dared to harm you!”

Useless Feng Jinge… are they talking about me?!

Feng Jinge froze for a moment as the wailing voice continued in her ears.

“Your Highness, if something happens to you, how am I supposed to live?!”

The noise made her ears buzz irritably. Unable to bear it any longer, she snapped, “Shut up!”

The moment she spoke, Feng Jinge went blank.

Her voice… was male?

While she was still stunned, the noisy voice sounded again beside her, “Your Highness, you’ve finally woken up! I was so worried!”

Feng Jinge suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head, meeting a firm, anxious face. “You’re calling me—”

Her lips parted slightly, and a hoarse, magnetic male voice came out of her mouth. Startled, Feng Jinge hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.

As soon as she raised her hand, she froze again.

What appeared before her eyes was a large, well-defined male hand!!!

A man’s voice. A man’s hands.

She remembered that earlier, after her soul transmigrated, she had just woken up and hadn’t even figured out what was going on before falling into a pond. There had been a man in the water who grabbed onto her leg and refused to let go. Furious, she kicked him away, then something hit her—and after that, she lost consciousness…

Could it be…

An unbelievable thought crept into Feng Jinge’s mind. She raised her hand and touched her neck.

There was an Adam’s apple…

Her hand moved lower.

No chest…

Her trembling hand moved further down—and when she touched that—

!!!

She, a genius beauty, merely went to sleep and lost everything—and now she had transmigrated into a man?!

Wuwuwu…

It must be that damned heavens, jealous of her beauty and her heaven-defying medical skills…

At the side, Qing Shan watched his prince laugh one moment and cry the next after waking up, and couldn’t help but take two steps back.

Retreating to stand beside Ning An, who held a sword in one hand, he peeked at Feng Jinge and whispered, “Ning An, do you think His Highness hit his head when he fell into the water?”

Hearing this, Feng Jinge—who had been ranting internally—suddenly stiffened.

Ning An pressed his thin lips together, his gaze darkening slightly. “Go check if the medicine is ready. If it is, bring it for His Highness to take.”

“Alright.”

As soon as Qing Shan left, Ning An’s cold gaze fell on Feng Jinge.

His eyes were sharp as blades, as if trying to see straight through her.

Feng Jinge inwardly cried in misery.

She hadn’t inherited the original owner’s memories—she didn’t even know what this body was called, let alone its personality.

“You don’t even understand the Prince’s temperament, yet you dare to impersonate him!”

Feng Jinge heard a cold sneer. In the next instant, a chill touched her neck.

Looking down, she saw a gleaming sword pressed against her throat.

The guard named Ning An stared at her, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent.

“Tell me where the Prince is, and I might leave you an intact corpse!”

Feng Jinge: !!!

What the hell?!

My cover’s blown already?!

Does this Ning An have fire-eyes or something?!

With a sword already at her throat, if she revealed her true identity, this man would probably cut her down without hesitation!

No, no!

She had to think of a way to fool him!

Since she didn’t have the original owner’s memories anyway… why not pretend to have amnesia?

Yes!

Amnesia!

Feng Jinge gave Ning An a silly grin, her deep eyes filled with confusion. “You… who are you? No! Wait—who am I? Who is this prince?”

Ning An’s cold expression visibly stiffened for a moment, though his voice remained icy. “Playing dumb? Unfortunately, that trick won’t work on me!”

The hand holding the sword pressed slightly harder. The blade cut into Feng Jinge’s skin, and blood began to seep out.

“If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll slit your throat! Speak! Who are you? Where is my Prince?!”

Pain shot from her neck. Feng Jinge frowned, her eyes reddening as tears welled up. “I… I don’t know who I am. As for the Prince you mentioned, I don’t know either… I… I…”

As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks.

When she raised her hand to wipe them away, her wide sleeve slipped down, revealing her wrist—where there was a hideous scar.

The moment Ning An saw the scar, his expression changed drastically.

He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and scratched at it forcefully—but it didn’t come off like he had expected.

Ning An’s expression flickered with confusion.

The person before him…

Was really the Prince?

“Ah—pain!”

Feng Jinge cried out. Ning An snapped back to his senses, withdrew his sword, and staggered back a few steps, staring fixedly at her.

Seeing the sword removed from her throat, Feng Jinge let out a breath of relief, knowing she had barely muddled through.

But the man in front of her was far too perceptive—she couldn’t let her guard down.

So Feng Jinge continued to cry while carefully watching Ning An’s reactions.

The usually cold and decisive Prince was now crying like a little girl right in front of him.

How could such a master hold the position of Regent Prince?

How could he assist the Emperor?

How could he stabilize the realm?

How could he check the Empress Dowager?

Damn the Feng family!!!

Damn Feng Jinge!

A monstrous killing intent erupted from Ning An.

At that moment, Qing Shan returned with the prepared medicine. Sensing the killing intent, he abruptly looked up at Ning An. “Ning An, you—”

Ning An turned and glanced at him. “After feeding the Prince the medicine, send a carrier pigeon to Su Xiu. Tell him to arrive in the capital within two days.”

With that, Ning An moved and headed out.

Qing Shan turned and called after him, “Where are you going?”

“The Feng family!”

“I was just about to say—”

Qing Shan had wanted to suggest going together after feeding the medicine, but before he could finish, Ning An had already disappeared. He had no choice but to swallow the rest of his words.

Turning back, he looked up—and saw his Prince with reddened eyes, tears brimming as he gazed at him.

With a bang, Qing Shan felt like his head exploded!

Th-this… what is going on?!

Has the Prince been possessed, or did he damage his brain when he fell into the water?!

Seeing Qing Shan staring at her in shock, Feng Jinge decided to fully commit to her amnesia act to preserve her life—and perhaps gather some information about the original owner from him.

Judging by Qing Shan’s expression, he was easy to fool—not like Ning An, who was sharp and suspicious and had nearly seen through her.

Feng Jinge frowned slightly. “Who are you?”

Qing Shan froze on the spot.

After a long moment, he stared at Feng Jinge, raised a hand, and pointed at himself in disbelief.

“Your Highness… you’re asking who I am?”

Now it was Feng Jinge’s turn to be stunned.

“I’m… the Prince?”