What Do I Do If My Rival's Prince Possesses Me?

As the eighteenth (fake) prince of the Great Chu imperial court, Shen Cong woke up one morning to discover that she had been possessed by a male ghost.

The ghost claimed to be an immortal from Heaven, sent down to the mortal world to undergo a tribulation. When the time came, his soul would naturally return to the celestial palace. As long as she cooperated, he guaranteed he would take her along when he ascended, even bringing her household with him.

Shen Cong agreed meekly on the surface, but didn’t believe a word of it. She tried burning incense and praying to Buddha, but couldn’t get rid of him. All she could do was sigh to herself and make the best of it. What else could she do, set herself on fire?

Before long, Shen Cong realized that having an immortal in her body wasn’t so bad. He was knowledgeable and well versed in both civil and military affairs, and he had palace intrigue and political maneuvering down pat. In less than two months, he had lifted her from complete obscurity to new heights. The emperor, her father, whom she had barely seen in all her life, even granted her a noble title and arranged a marriage for her.

Wait, arranged a marriage?!

Shen Cong secretly poked the immortal. He was surprisingly easygoing and told her to just call him Third Brother. So she did. “Third Brother, what do I do?”

Third Brother told her not to worry. He had a plan, and he would have everything taken care of in less than two months.

Shen Cong relaxed and waited for him, but before two months had passed, Third Brother’s soul returned to Heaven.

He Zhao, the legitimate third prince of Great Wei, had studied and practiced martial arts as a child, then expanded the empire’s borders as an adult. Everything had gone smoothly for him. The biggest setback in his twenty years of life was catching a chill from a northern wind and becoming bedridden, nearly dying as a result.

Luckily, he was blessed with good fortune. He had stubbornly refused to disembark even on the banks of the Nether River. He just had no idea what had gone wrong on his way back to the mortal world. The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in someone else’s body.

More precisely, he was now one soul inhabiting two bodies: one still connected to his own, and the other to a little princess far away who was disguised as a boy.

When the little princess was sick, he was sick too. When she was hungry, he was hungry too.

If the little princess were sentenced to death by the deranged old emperor of the Southern Dynasty, wouldn’t he be caught up in that disaster too?

No way!

If this was palace intrigue and political maneuvering, then he’d handle it!

Thanks to his extraordinary skills, the little princess soon stood out among the useless princes, a flock of country bumpkins. The old emperor of the Southern Dynasty granted her a noble title and arranged a marriage for her.

A title? He Zhao thought that was great.

An arranged marriage? He Zhao thought that was terrible.

Still, it was fine. He promised the little princess, “Wait another two months, and Third Brother will get you out of this wretched place.”

Two months later, Great Wei’s army stood at the gates.

He Zhao, leading the troops into battle, counted every member of the Chu royal family, but no matter what, he couldn’t find the little princess anywhere.

Furious, He Zhao sneered. “Little liar. Didn’t you promise you’d wait for me?!”

Another month passed.

The capital was peaceful once again. One day, Shen Cong, who had been keeping a low profile in an inconspicuous little courtyard, opened the door.

A young general sat astride a white horse with silver tack outside, smiling brightly at her. “Morning, Qingqing. I said I’d come for you, and now Third Brother is here. Aren’t you happy?”

Shen Cong: Oh, hell... This time, it really is a ghost.

2026.06.03 note

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