ASTRP -Chapter 139 The Prince’s Nightmare

The man raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it fine for me to communicate feelings with my future wife?”

Feng Jingge narrowed her eyes. “Do you want to die?”

The man curled his lips into a smile and stepped closer to her, leaning down. He lowered his voice and said with a grin:

“Killing me would mean you can’t go back. Are you sure you still want to kill me?”

Feng Jingge’s pupils contracted.

This…

Could this man really have a way to send her back?

Or was he just bluffing her?

At that moment, the old man’s voice rang out.

“What are you two whispering about?”

Feng Jingge glanced over and saw the old man stretching his neck, trying hard to peek over.

She said flatly, “Master, go out.”

The old man’s eyes lit up.

“My good disciple, does that mean you agree to this marriage?”

“Good, good! You two should properly build your relationship. Your master will just wait to collect the betrothal gifts!”

Feng Jingge: “……”

This old man really was willing to sell her off for money without hesitation!

After the old man left, the man raised his hand and removed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

A completely clear face appeared before Feng Jingge.

Her eyes instantly widened.

“You…”

The man smiled meaningfully. “It seems… he and I look very similar.”

Not just similar.

They looked like they were carved from the exact same mold!

Feng Jingge couldn’t understand it.

How could there be someone in the modern world who looked so much like Xiao Jinghan?

Wait.

She suddenly remembered—Xiao Jinghan’s mother was also a time traveler, and later disappeared.

She had once suspected that the empress might have returned to the modern world.

And now, a man who looked almost identical to Xiao Jinghan had appeared…

Could it be that Xiao Jinghan’s mother returned to the modern world, remarried, and gave birth to a son?

In other words, this man was—

While she was thinking, the man’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Tell me about him, and I’ll clear your doubts.”

“Who?” Feng Jingge played dumb.

She wasn’t going to easily reveal anything to someone who wouldn’t even state his identity properly.

The man raised an eyebrow. “Still pretending?”

“I know a lot of people over there. How would I know who you’re talking about?”

The man’s gaze swept over her face. “After seeing my face, you already know who I’m referring to.”

“I don’t know him,” Feng Jingge refused firmly. “You won’t even give basic information. Why should I tell you anything?”

The man understood her implication and finally said his name: “Xiao Jingqi.”

Feng Jingge frowned. “Xiao Jingqi?”

Xiao Jingqi rolled his eyes impatiently. “He’s Xiao Jinghan, I’m Xiao Jingqi. Still don’t get it?”

“I’ve never seen someone this stupid.”

Feng Jingge: “……”

Was he insulting her now?

She glared at him unhappily. “Don’t tell me… you’re Xiao Jinghan’s brother?”

Xiao Jingqi smiled faintly. “Guess.”

“……”

At the same time, on a road outside the capital, inside a carriage.

Xiao Jinghan had just recovered from the soul transfer and still felt somewhat unwell, so he closed his eyes to rest.

His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he had fallen into a nightmare…

A dilapidated woodshed door was kicked open. A woman entered, followed by several dark guards.

She looked at the person in front of her and called out:

“Feng Jingge?!”

The Feng Jingge sitting on the ground suddenly stood up. Leaning closer to Xiao Jinghan’s ear, she whispered in a low voice:

“Little beauty, how do you know my name is Feng Jingge?”

“Could it be… you’re also a time traveler?”

Time traveler?

Xiao Jinghan frowned at this unfamiliar word.

Could this be the key to their soul exchange?

No.

The one in his body… was not Feng Jingge.

Or rather—“Feng Jingge”.

Xiao Jinghan narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within.

“Ning An, Qing Shan, go out.”

“Yes.”

After they left, only the two soul-swapped individuals remained in the room.

Xiao Jinghan stepped back to create distance, his gaze sharp as a blade.

“You are not the Feng family’s eldest daughter, Feng Jingge.”

The dream shifted again.

“Your Highness, did Miss Liu see any flaws?”

Ning An glanced at Feng Jingge, then back at Xiao Jinghan.

Xiao Jinghan pressed his lips together. “Not certain.”

Qing Shan interrupted and made a throat-slitting gesture.

“Then should we…”

Xiao Jinghan’s eyes darkened. “Acting now would alert the enemy.”

“Wait. See what she does next.”

The scene changed again.

Inside Qinxin Residence.

“This is only the beginning. In a few days, you will personally enter the palace to assist the Emperor.”

“What?” Feng Jingge’s eyes widened. “A-as… assist the Emperor?”

“Yes.”

Xiao Jinghan responded calmly.

Feng Jingge stuttered. “W-wait… you’re joking, right? You want me to act as you, fine—but assist the Emperor? How am I supposed to do that?”

“You refuse?”

Feng Jingge nodded heavily.

Xiao Jinghan withdrew his hand from her shoulder, straightened up, and said coldly:

“Then let’s wait together for execution.”

Feng Jingge: “???”

Refusing means death?

What kind of logic was that?!

Xiao Jinghan glanced at her. “Oh, I haven’t told you my current situation yet.”

A bad feeling rose in Feng Jingge’s heart.

And it was immediately confirmed.

“The late emperor passed away. Among the princes, the youngest Ninth Prince was chosen by decree to ascend the throne, and I was appointed Regent Prince to assist him.”

“The other princes have been sent to their fiefs for now.”

“But the Empress Dowager—now the Empress—harbors dissatisfaction toward me. There are also factions in the court…”

“Stop! Stop!!”

Feng Jingge raised her hand to interrupt.

Xiao Jinghan stopped and looked at her quietly.

Feng Jingge asked, “Is there a pond in your residence? Can we try switching back again?”

“I may be smart, but I don’t want to live in constant danger.”

“In palace intrigue dramas, one wrong step means a gruesome death!”

“I don’t want to die young!”

“Besides, everyone here is so good-looking… I could flirt with a few handsome men…”

“One could massage my legs, one could knead my shoulders, and a couple more could fan me…”

“Heh heh heh…”

She was getting more and more excited, her voice low but still audible.

Xiao Jinghan heard everything.

He was about to speak when Feng Jingge suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him outward.

Caught off guard, Xiao Jinghan was dragged forward a few steps. His expression turned cold as he yanked her hand away.

Feng Jingge reached for him again—

And then Xiao Jinghan saw her slowly disappear right in front of him.