ASTRP -Chapter 137 The Prince’s Soul Has Been Switched Back

His vision went black, and in the next instant his entire body suddenly pitched forward.

The two women supporting Xiao Jinghan had no time to react, and Feng Jingge’s body fell straight toward the ground.

Shen Fufeng’s expression changed. He quickly spread his arms and caught Feng Jingge.

Lowering his gaze, he saw her eyes tightly shut and her face completely drained of color.

She had clearly fainted.

What happened?

“Jingge? Jingge?”

Shen Fufeng called softly, but there was no response from Feng Jingge.

The sudden change left everyone in the hall stunned. The noisy hall instantly fell into complete silence.

Shen Fufeng raised his hand and touched her cheek. Her body temperature was rapidly dropping.

His expression drastically changed. He suddenly looked up at one person in the hall and asked coldly,

“What did you feed her?”

The man was confused.

He hadn’t fed her anything at all!

Shen Fufeng’s eyes turned sharp. In a flash, he stepped forward with Feng Jingge still in his arms and grabbed the man by the neck.

His voice was icy, filled with killing intent.

“Are you deaf? I asked you—what did you feed her?!”

The man trembled in fear and stammered, “R-replying… replying to Master… I followed your instructions and gave Miss Feng… Soft Muscle Powder.”

“Soft Muscle Powder?”

Shen Fufeng narrowed his eyes.

“If it was Soft Muscle Powder, why is her body temperature dropping so fast?”

The man cautiously asked, “May… may I take her pulse?”

“Do it!”

With Shen Fufeng’s cold command, the man tremblingly reached out and placed two fingers on Feng Jingge’s wrist.

The moment his fingers touched her, a chill ran through them.

He immediately felt something was wrong.

After only a moment of checking her pulse, his face turned deathly pale, and his hand began shaking uncontrollably.

This…

This was clearly a death pulse!

A pulse only dead people had.

But how could Miss Feng, who was perfectly fine just moments ago, suddenly… be dead?!

Seeing his reaction, Shen Fufeng’s expression grew even darker.

“What is it? Speak!”

The man dropped to his knees.

“Replying to Master… Miss Feng’s pulse is… a death pulse.”

“That is to say… Miss Feng she…”

He didn’t dare continue.

He was afraid that if he said it, his master would not accept it—and might take his anger out on him and kill him on the spot.

Death pulse!

These two words struck Shen Fufeng like a heavy blow. He staggered backward two steps, his face ashen.

Then, as if remembering something, his eyes turned vicious. He kicked the man away.

The man was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting blood.

“Jingge was fine just now. How could she die after your pulse check?! You must have done something!”

“Are you one of Xiao Jinghan’s people?!”

“Speak!”

“I’ll count to three. If you don’t save her, I’ll cut you down with one sword!”

But how could a dead person be saved?

The man was in agony, but for the sake of his life, he could only grit his teeth and lie, saying he could save Feng Jingge.

At this moment, Xiao Jinghan’s spirit floated above the hall.

He watched Shen Fufeng descend into madness.

Yet no one seemed able to see him.

He wanted to go down, to return to Feng Jingge’s body—but he could not move.

Before he could understand what was happening, a massive tearing force suddenly came from behind him.

And once again, he lost consciousness.

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Prince’s Residence

Inside the study room.

Lotus lamps were arranged in a formation, and Xiao Jinghan’s body lay within it.

Su Xiu sat cross-legged on a cushion, eyes closed, his face pale as paper.

“Return!”

Su Xiu suddenly opened his eyes, flipped over, and landed beside Xiao Jinghan’s body, placing a fingertip on his forehead.

The next moment, Xiao Jinghan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

At the same time, the study door was violently kicked open.

Old Cui’s furious voice rang out, “You little brat, what are you doing?!”

Su Xiu turned and was stunned to see him.

“Master… why are you here?”

Old Cui immediately shouted, “If I didn’t come, that girl Feng would already be dead!”

“Where is Feng Jingge?! Where is she?!”

At this moment, Xiao Jinghan’s mind was still foggy, his head aching as if it might split open.

Su Xiu pointed at the now-awake Xiao Jinghan.

“You want to know where Feng Jingge is? Ask him.”

Old Cui clenched his teeth in anger, glaring at Su Xiu.

He inwardly cursed—this useless brat who always messed things up!

He had warned him countless times.

Feng Jingge and Xiao Jinghan’s bodies could only be switched when they were together!

And yet!!!

Old Cui stepped toward the confused Xiao Jinghan.

“Xiao brat, stop being dazed. You’ve already been switched back.”

Just after the soul returned, Xiao Jinghan felt extremely unwell. His head was in unbearable pain.

Hearing this, his anxiety surged. He forced himself to stand.

But the moment he steadied himself, his legs weakened again.

His vision darkened, and his body swayed forward.

Old Cui quickly reached out and supported him.

Xiao Jinghan struggled to lift his head, but Old Cui’s face appeared blurry and overlapping before his eyes.

Breathing heavily, he asked with difficulty, “W-who… who allowed you… to switch me back with her?!”

As he spoke, he grabbed Old Cui’s arms tightly, his eyes bloodshot and filled with rage.

Old Cui winced in pain and shouted, “Brat! This has nothing to do with me! Don’t take it out on me!”

“Right now is not the time to settle accounts!”

“The most important thing is to find Feng Jingge’s body. I’ll find a way to bring her soul back into it!”

Xiao Jinghan’s voice was as cold as ice as he described the location in detail.

“Outside the city, twenty li south, there is a mansion. It is brightly lit, covered in red lanterns and wedding decorations…”

After getting the address, Old Cui turned to Su Xiu, still stunned.

“Stop standing there like an idiot. Take care of Xiao brat.”

“I’m going to bring her back.”

Just as he was about to leave, Xiao Jinghan grabbed him.

“Wait. This prince is going with you.”

“You?”

Old Cui frowned deeply.

“You just switched back. Your soul and body haven’t fully stabilized yet. You can barely move—don’t go causing trouble.”

“The people who kidnapped Jingge are from Blood Floating Slaughter.”

Old Cui paused mid-step.

He had heard of Blood Floating Slaughter—its members killed without hesitation and were all extremely skilled.

After thinking for a moment, he said, “If you’re not going, then give me your men.”

Xiao Jinghan’s voice was cold and firm: “I must go.”