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 Eastern Palace was alive with quiet activity, but Shèng Lín (Prince) had only one goal today:

> I need to know what Lù Xiǎng meant last night.

That afternoon, he found Lù Xiǎng in the private study, the prince reading calmly, a cup of tea steaming at his side.

> "Shèng Lín," Lù Xiǎng greeted with a warm, surprised smile. "What brings you here?"

Shèng Lín (Prince) took a slow breath, lowering his gaze before stepping closer.

> "Your Highness…" he began, letting his voice drop softly, almost hesitant.

Lù Xiǎng's eyes widened as Shèng Lín (Prince) leaned over the table, letting his hair slide down, framing his delicate face, a soft flush rising to his cheeks.

> "You said something last night… about a stronger dose… about a mission…" Shèng Lín (Prince) whispered, letting his fingers trace along the edge of the table, close to Lù Xiǎng's hand but not touching.

Lù Xiǎng blinked, his breath hitching as he watched the man in front of him.

Shèng Lín (Prince) moved closer, letting their faces nearly touch.

> "Please… tell me what you meant."

His long lashes lowered as he looked at Lù Xiǎng through them, lips parted slightly, close enough that Lù Xiǎng could feel the warmth of his breath.

Lù Xiǎng's hand trembled slightly as he lifted it to brush a strand of hair from Shèng Lín (Prince)'s face.

> "Shèng Lín… are you… is this… do you… feel the same?"

Shèng Lín (Prince) froze for a moment, realizing that Lù Xiǎng's eyes were no longer clouded by suspicion or distance, but soft, vulnerable, filled with hope.

Before he could step back, Lù Xiǎng's hand cupped his cheek gently, leaning in as if to kiss him.

Shèng Lín (Prince)'s eyes widened, and he quickly pulled back.

> "I—I have to go!" he blurted, turning around so quickly that his hair whipped against Lù Xiǎng's face.

> "Shèng Lín—wait!" Lù Xiǎng called, standing up and reaching for him.

But Shèng Lín (Prince) was already out the door, robes swishing as he ran down the corridor, heart pounding in his chest.

> What am I doing?! I'm in Shèng Lín's body, I can't let him—

His face burned, realizing he had almost let Lù Xiǎng kiss him.

Outside, he leaned against a pillar, clutching his chest, taking deep, shaky breaths as rain began to fall lightly.

> "I almost ruined everything…" he whispered, pressing a hand to his lips.

Inside, Lù Xiǎng stood in the study, stunned, touching his fingertips to his lips before letting out a soft, rueful laugh.

> "Shèng Lín… what are you hiding from me, and why are you running away now?"

Chapter 50 — Dangerous Games