Record of Faked Deaths: The Renamed Prince

The powerful nobles of ancient times ruled unchecked, and human life was worth less than dirt. To break free from the decrees of fate, the Death Trial Bureau was officially established...

Drown them in clear water; hang them with hemp rope. If they don't rise after three hundred breaths, their feelings can be judged!

Ding Qi underwent seven death trials on behalf of Prince Jing: drowning, hanging, poison, blade, burning, falling, and starvation. If someone hadn't tampered with things every time, he would have been dead long ago...

The next day in the Death Trial Hall, the Soul-Returning Powder was mixed with snake venom. Drink it, and you'll truly die.

Prince Jing suddenly stood up, took the bowl, and sniffed it.

"Drink three mouthfuls! For this eighth trial, you'll be the one who lives..."

Desperate for a chance at survival, Ding Qi gulped it down.

When he awoke, he was lying in Prince Jing's bedchamber. His hands were Prince Jing's hands, and his body was exactly the same.

The real Prince Jing, wearing his face, knelt by the bed and respectfully addressed him:

"Your Highness."

Seven years of death records, seven old cases, seven increasingly brutal methods of execution. Every one pointed to the Imperial Preceptor, and to the emperor on the Dragon Throne, who prolonged his life with death energy.

The Array of Ten Thousand Deaths Returning to One had been activated. The only ingredient still missing was a life willingly offered by a member of the imperial clan.

As it turned out, that final death trial had made him a member of the imperial clan...