MCSCPM – Chapter 2 Stripping Clothes

It was September, the height of autumn—clear skies, crisp air, cool breezes stirring over emerald waves of grass, a scene of perfect beauty. Yet the small figure plummeting rapidly from the cliff made the sight chilling beyond words.

Her body fell at terrifying speed. Yin Qingyue desperately wanted to open her eyes and see what was happening around her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t open them at all! Damn it! Was Heaven playing some international joke on her?! Was she really going to die like this? Falling from such a height—if there wasn’t a lake below, her head would definitely split open and she’d be smashed to pieces!

Just then, she heard a loud bang. She felt her butt slam hard against a huge rock! She clenched her teeth in pain—the sharp agony jolted her awake, and she snapped her eyes open.

At last, she could see her surroundings.

Shock, blankness, horror—one emotion after another flickered across her eyes. She had fallen from such a high cliff and… hadn’t died! But when she saw her own body, the only word to describe her mood was tragic.

On her upper body hung a red embroidered dudou; on her lower body, a pair of white underpants. Yin Qingyue shut her eyes tightly and silently chanted: This isn’t real. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes again.

Tragedy! She was wearing nothing but a dudou and underpants out in the wild! Just moments ago she’d been dressed in a full red gown—ha, ha—now she didn’t even have proper clothes to cover herself! Looking farther away, her dress was nowhere to be seen; she had no idea where it had fallen. Her head buzzed loudly.

She appreciated how graceful ancient women looked in traditional attire, but she did not appreciate transmigrating! Heaven, send me back right now so I can continue dealing with those collateral-branch brats of the Yin clan! That hateful fox Yin Lian had siphoned off Yin family shares to outsiders for investment profits—and she hadn’t torn him into eight pieces yet!

After wailing for a while with no change in her surroundings, Yin Qingyue suppressed the urge to cry and prepared to find a stream to check her appearance. At that moment, she happened to notice a deep red scrape on her pale wrist! Her heart sank, and her expression grew conflicted.

This body wasn’t hers.

She understood immediately—if it were her own body, she would have plenty of strength. But this body was malnourished.

With insufficient strength, she couldn’t fully use her martial skills, and even her mind-reading ability was severely restricted.

She looked up and asked the heavens speechlessly, just in time to see the towering cliff above her. That was where she had fallen from. Thirteen billion people in the vast sea of humanity—why did Heaven have to pick her? She didn’t want to transmigrate!

Letting out a long sigh, she braced her hands and prepared to stand. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her butt. Falling from a cliff without cracking her head was already a miracle—this pain alone was more than enough for her to endure!

Enduring the pain, Yin Qingyue climbed to her feet and took a few steps forward. On the third step, her foot slipped. She was standing on a small slope, and with that slip, she rolled straight down.

Heaven, this joke is way too much! If you’re going to make me transmigrate, at least give me a good body! This one was so weak—she’d need serious nourishment in the future!

The grassy slope was soft, with no stones along the way, so rolling down wasn’t especially painful. Still, when she reached flat ground, the sensation felt strange—soft beneath her, warm. And beside her ear was the faint sound of breathing.

She lowered her head to look—and her eyes flew wide open.

She had rolled down the slope and landed on someone—a man, and a stunningly handsome one at that. Studying him closely, she saw his fair skin, truly like congealed jade, so delicate it seemed you could break it with a breath. His facial features were sharply defined, his nose tall and straight. Long, dark eyelashes cast a narrow shadow beneath his eyes. Even with his eyes closed, his presence radiated elegance beyond concealment. Such extraordinary bearing was enough to topple all beings.

Yin Qingyue propped her hands on the ground, preparing to get up off him. Unexpectedly, she heard a ripping sound. The only dudou she had on tore loose and fell away. She looked down—

Damn it! The pendant on the handsome man’s clothes had hooked her dudou!

A gust of wind blew past, making her jump. If someone came by now and saw this scene—by ancient customs, a lone man and woman like this—what wouldn’t they assume?

The dudou was torn and couldn’t be worn again. Was she supposed to pick leaves to cover herself? The proud daughter of Heaven, Yin Qingyue—the pride of the Yin family—found herself in torment for the first time in her life.

After worrying for a moment, she lowered her head and carefully examined the man’s clothes. With a heavy sigh, she began stripping his clothes off.

“Big brother, sorry about this. I don’t know what happened to you—you’re clearly breathing and your body’s warm, but you’re like a vegetable. Even if you wake up, don’t be too shocked. A woman not wearing clothes is a big deal; a man showing some skin doesn’t matter.” Her hands didn’t stop. In no time, she had removed his outer robe and inner garment.

“Big brother, you’ve got a nice build—abs and all.” She clicked her tongue in appreciation, then quickly started pulling off his pants.

“I’ll leave you a pair of little underpants so you won’t be laughed at.” As soon as she finished speaking, she efficiently stripped off his trousers.

Without the pants, his smooth, silk-like, long and powerful legs were revealed.

“Not bad—excellent physique. Even better than male models. This height’s got to be at least one-eighty-five, right? With such a great body, it should be shown off!” After admiring him, Yin Qingyue quickly began dressing herself.

The pants were very long. This body of hers was definitely under one-sixty-three. With the excess length, she had no choice but to roll up the legs. Well, so be it—awkward as it looked, it was still better than having no clothes at all.

Once dressed, she glanced aside and spotted a purse by his waist. Her eyes narrowed; with a flick of her hand, she swiftly opened it.

Inside were three silver ingots. Now that she was in ancient times, she’d definitely need some silver to get by!

“Big brother, judging by your fine clothes, your family must be wealthy. I’ll take these three ingots.” As she spoke, she reached into the purse and took all three.

After that, Yin Qingyue dusted off her hands and continued forward, moving with extra caution, afraid of falling and rolling again.

A gentle breeze swept through. On the grassy slope, beyond the distant woods, leaves rustled softly in the wind.

At the base of the green hillside lay an incomparably handsome man, so beautiful he dimmed sun and moon alike. He wore only a pair of underpants, and beside his hand lay a bright red dudou.

The scenery was beautiful, the man was beautiful—but paired with that outfit and the dudou, the scene was rather bizarre.

Not long after Yin Qingyue left, the handsome man slowly woke up. His dark pupils flashed with a searing light, like a deep pool, like a boundless black hole, radiating endless allure that drew one’s soul in.

“Prince… Jing…” A trembling male voice sounded. Turning toward it was a man dressed as a guard, accessories hanging from his waist.

Chu Jingcheng sat up, a sharp pain throbbing in his forehead. He raised his hand to rub it and accidentally lifted the torn red dudou.

Frowning, he recalled how he had just returned from the border when his imperial father sent him to the Western Ze State as an envoy to inspect its situation. He had rushed day and night toward Western Ze. At the outskirts of its capital, he had suppressed his breath and sat in meditation, focusing his mind—no disturbance allowed.

At the most critical moment, he sensed something off with his body. His awareness of danger was extremely sharp, yet he detected none at the time and thus didn’t forcibly wake himself.

But now, seeing his own state, Chu Jingcheng’s brows knit tightly. Damn woman! How dare she strip this prince’s clothes—and even leave her own dudou behind! Woman, even if I have to search heaven and earth, I will find you!

“Prince Jing, you didn’t…?” The guard sneaked a glance at him. Prince Jing had spent years at the border, distant from women, with none serving at his side. He was already twenty-five. People said the women of Western Ze had fair skin and soft waists, smooth as water. Could it be that while Prince Jing was meditating, he saw a Western Ze woman and, being full of youthful vigor, lost control?