Deborah_Leo

In the grand empire of Skiiri, a marriage is arranged between the noble Prince Xìn Xuān and the elegant Princess Lù Zhāo—a union meant to strengthen alliances, not hearts. Among her guards is a silent, sharp-eyed knight named Shèng Lín, whose loyalty masks a deadly secret: he is a spy sent to assassinate the prince.

But fate has other plans.

On the final night of their journey through the mountains, beneath pouring rain and hidden desires, the prince and the spy share an unexpected kiss. When dawn comes, they wake up not with regret… but in each other’s bodies.

Forced to switch lives, the proud prince must live as a lowly knight, and the cold spy must pretend to be royalty. They must fool their kingdoms, survive political traps, and navigate the palace’s endless gaze—all while untangling the growing feelings that neither can deny.

Yet when the prince discovers the truth—that the man he’s falling for was once sent to kill him—the fragile trust between them shatters.

Will love survive betrayal?
Or will duty and destiny tear them apart for good

(bl) Swapped lover

The palace gardens were quiet, cicadas humming softly as lanterns swayed in the warm night breeze.

Lù Xiǎng was sitting under the pavilion, a bottle of wine half-empty beside him, his hair slightly loosened, robes untidy in a way that showed his rare vulnerability.

> "Come, Shèng Lín," he called softly, his voice warm but tinged with the heaviness of wine.

Shèng Lín (Prince) hesitated at the edge of the pavilion, the moonlight glinting off his hair, now longer and softer around his face, making him look less like a knight and more like a delicate scholar.

> "Sit," Lù Xiǎng ordered, patting the spot beside him.

With a sigh, Shèng Lín (Prince) moved to sit, carefully maintaining distance, but Lù Xiǎng immediately leaned heavily against him, the scent of wine strong on his breath.

> "You've always been beautiful, Shèng Lín," Lù Xiǎng murmured, head resting against Shèng Lín (Prince)'s shoulder. "Even when you're cold to me."

Shèng Lín (Prince) did not respond, letting the silence settle between them.

Lù Xiǎng lifted the wine bottle, taking a deep swig before laughing softly.

> "You know… if it doesn't work, I'll just give you a stronger dose next time… so you won't fail your mission…"

His voice trailed off, the words slurring as his eyelids drooped.

Lù Xiǎng's head slipped into his lap, the wine bottle rolling away, and he was asleep within seconds, soft breaths brushing against Shèng Lín (Prince)'s robes.

Shèng Lín (Prince) stared down at him, his heart pounding.

> "What did you mean… Lù Xiǎng?" he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from the prince's face.

The man in his lap only sighed softly, curling closer.

For a long time, Shèng Lín (Prince) sat there, unmoving, thoughts churning:

Did Lù Xiǎng poison the wine that night a month ago?

Was he the one who ordered his death mission?

Or was it something deeper—something even Lù Xiǎng regretted?

His fingers trembled as they hovered near Lù Xiǎng's sleeping face before he pulled them back.

> "What are you hiding from me?" he whispered.

The cicadas continued their lonely song as the moon rose higher, and Shèng Lín (Prince) gently shifted Lù Xiǎng's head from his lap onto a cushion before standing up, robes rustling.

He glanced back once, his eyes unreadable, before slipping away into the shadows of the corridor, a single thought burning in his mind:

> I need to find out the truth before it's too late.

Chapter 49 — A Slip of the Tongue