ASTRP -Chapter 2 The Prince Has Arrived

Qing Shan froze. “Your Highness… did you hit your head and damage your brain?”

Feng Jinge replied, “I’ve lost my memory. My brain should still be fine.”

“Lost your memory?”

Qing Shan’s eyes widened like copper bells, his voice shooting up instantly. “What?! Amnesia?!!”

He rushed to the bedside in one stride, about to reach out to Feng Jinge—only to realize he was still holding a bowl of medicine.

He hastily set the bowl aside, freed his hands, then turned back and grabbed Feng Jinge by the shoulders.

Feng Jinge’s body trembled.

“Your Highness, this is not the time to lose your memory! Do you know who you are? Do you know who that person who just left was?”

Under Qing Shan’s eager, burning gaze, Feng Jinge stiffly shook her head.

The heat in Qing Shan’s eyes faded like a receding tide, leaving behind a deathly chill.

He let go of her shoulders, slowly stepping back, then wailed, “My prince! You’re still so young… how could this happen… ah—!”

And just like that, Qing Shan began mourning as if at a funeral.

Feng Jinge’s lips twitched uncontrollably. She interrupted his ghostly wailing, “Stop, stop, stop! I just lost my memory—I’m not dead yet!”

“Uh…” Qing Shan suddenly realized. “That seems… true.”

Feng Jinge rolled her eyes, about to speak again, when Qing Shan added, “But a prince who’s lost his memory is no different from being dead! You’re a completely different person now!”

“…”

Seizing the moment, Feng Jinge probed, “Then what kind of person was I before?”

Qing Shan lifted his gaze, stared at her, and slowly said, “Unfathomable. Your emotions never showed on your face. One glance from you could scare someone into wetting themselves.”

Feng Jinge: “…”

What kind of description is that?!

Still, it did show that the original owner had an overwhelming presence—deep, inscrutable, with emotions hidden beneath the surface. She was familiar with that type: in ancient romance novels, princely male leads were always cold, expressionless, unpredictable, impossible to read.

Wait—

This body was also a prince.

Could it be that the original owner really acted like those cold, aloof princes from novels?

Feng Jinge paused, then curved her lips into a smile. Whether it was true or not—she could just test it.

The next instant, she wiped away her smile, her expression turning cold. In an icy tone, she called, “Qing Shan.”

Qing Shan instinctively responded, “Your subordinate is here!”

Feng Jinge glanced at the medicine set aside and uttered a single cold word: “Medicine.”

“Your subordinate will bring it to Your Highness—”

Qing Shan stood to fetch the medicine, but halfway there, he suddenly froze. He turned sharply toward Feng Jinge, excitement barely contained. “Your Highness, you’ve recovered?”

Hearing this, Feng Jinge felt a surge of joy. The original owner really was the cold type. “No.”

Her reply was like a bucket of cold water poured over him. The excitement on Qing Shan’s face quickly faded. With a dejected expression, he brought the medicine over.

Feng Jinge comforted him, “Don’t worry. I’ll recover soon—”

“Occupying this prince’s body, commanding this prince’s subordinates, and even imitating this prince’s demeanor—Feng Jinge, you truly have some nerve!”

A chilling female voice came from outside the door.

Qing Shan’s heart jolted. That familiar tone—it was the prince…

He whipped his head around. Feng Jinge also turned toward the sound.

A woman in pink stepped into the room, her beautiful eyes fixed on Feng Jinge with such fury it seemed she wanted to tear flesh from her body.

Xiao Jinghan entered, and upon seeing “himself” staring blankly, that confused expression only fueled his anger.

He stepped forward to the bedside, reaching a hand toward “his own” neck.

Sensing danger, Feng Jinge rolled inward, wrapping herself in the blanket. Xiao Jinghan leapt onto the bed.

Just like that, the two began fighting on the bed.

Qing Shan moved to help but was stopped by Ning An. “The prince you’re seeing is not the prince.”

Qing Shan froze. “What do you mean?”

Ning An glanced at the two fighting and said coldly, “Qing Shan, have you ever heard of soul swapping?”

Qing Shan frowned. “Soul swapping? What does that mean?”

Ning An said nothing more. He simply watched the two struggling on the bed.

Then—

With a loud crash—

The bed collapsed!

“…”

Feng Jinge was struck on the head by a falling beam and lost the fight, falling into Xiao Jinghan’s grasp—her throat firmly seized.

“Feng Jinge, where did you learn such demonic arts—”

Looking at the fierce, murderous beauty before her, Feng Jinge inwardly cried out. Did the original owner dig up this beauty’s ancestral grave or something?

Why was she trying to kill her right away?

Wait—

Something’s off!

This beauty, upon seeing her, called her… Feng Jinge!!

Feng Jinge’s heart shook, and she recalled what this person had said upon entering—

Calling herself “this prince”…

Which meant, the beauty in front of her had also undergone a soul swap.

And that soul belonged to the original owner of this body.

In other words, she had taken his body, and he had taken hers…

But then—where was her original body?

After all, she had transmigrated into this world.

Lost in thought, Feng Jinge suddenly felt she couldn’t breathe.

Snapping back, she realized the beauty was still choking her.

“Stop! Stop!”

Feng Jinge raised her hands in surrender. “Truce! Truce!”

Xiao Jinghan froze for a moment. Seeing “himself” surrender so pathetically only made his anger burn fiercer.

When had Xiao Jinghan ever shown such an expression? He truly wanted to end “himself” with a single strike.

But he couldn’t die—not yet.

Xiao Jinghan withdrew his hand.

Air rushed back into her lungs. Feng Jinge recovered, lifted her gaze, and asked, “This body… is yours, right?”

Xiao Jinghan gave a curt “Mm.”

So he really was the original owner.

Feng Jinge’s heart tightened. She continued, “Then whose body are you in now?”

Xiao Jinghan sneered coldly. “Feng Jinge, don’t tell this prince you’re so stupid you can’t even recognize your own face!”

Her… face?

Feng Jinge froze.

Suddenly, the scene underwater flashed before her eyes, a spark of realization striking her mind.

Her expression changed instantly. She scanned the room, her gaze landing on a bronze mirror.

She rushed over.

Standing before it, she saw the devastatingly handsome face reflected within—so beautiful it could anger the gods—and her pupils shrank.

This was the face of the man she had fought underwater.

So the fall into the water had been real—not a dream.

Which meant that the moment she fell, she had already transmigrated—into a woman’s body.

Because at the moment she was knocked away, she had clearly seen that woman’s face.

Putting it all together: she had first transmigrated into Feng Jinge, the eldest daughter of the Feng family, who shared her name.

Then, during the underwater struggle, after striking her head, a soul swap occurred.