O Falso Príncipe Herdeiro da Grande Dinastia Qian
Tudo começou quando a ama de leite responsável pelo parto, antes de morrer, revelou um segredo estarrecedor: durante o nascimento do herdeiro, houve uma troca de bebês, e o verdadeiro filho do príncipe foi substituído por outro. Assim, Song Chenfei foi considerado um impostor, filho falso do príncipe. A partir daí, sua posição despencou. Criadas e servos passaram a humilhá-lo abertamente, enquanto os outros funcionários da casa o ridicularizavam sem piedade. O verdadeiro herdeiro tratava a princesa com desrespeito, mas era Song Chenfei quem era forçado a assumir a culpa, provocando a ira do imperador, que o condenou a trabalhar na lavanderia do palácio. Dia após dia, ano após ano, ele esperava ansiosamente que o Príncipe de Pingyang viesse buscá-lo, mas quatro anos inteiros se passaram e, até sua morte amarga, essa esperança nunca se concretizou. Foi então que, nesse momento, a alma de um agente especial de outro mundo chegou e assumiu seu corpo.
O Falso Príncipe Herdeiro da Grande Dinastia Qian
“Chen Fei, are you really Chen Fei?”
Prince Pingyang’s eyes widened in disbelief, his trembling finger pointing at the man before him.
He could hardly believe that this disheveled figure was the son he had raised for twelve years.
Once, Chen Fei’s skin was as pale and flawless as porcelain, every movement exuding the grace befitting a prince and heir apparent. His posture was erect like a pine, his features handsome and refined like jade.
But now, Chen Fei stood before him, unkempt and filthy, his clothes tattered beyond recognition. Though the garments still covered him, the scars crisscrossing his body were unmistakable and horrifying.
Those marks sprawled across his skin like a terrifying web of wounds.
“Yes, I am Chen Fei,” he said coldly, devoid of emotion.
Had he truly been the original Chen Fei, he would have been overwhelmed with emotion, but sadly, that boy was long dead.
This Chen Fei was a soul from Earth, transported here after dying in a catastrophic explosion during an SSS-level covert mission.
He glanced at Prince Pingyang, aware through the original soul’s memories that this dignified middle-aged man was the father the original Chen Fei had yearned for over four long years. A heavy sigh escaped his lips.
The original Chen Fei’s fate was fraught with misfortune. Born as the heir to the Pingyang title, he once lived in splendor and privilege.
But on the day of his birth, the wet nurse whispered a shocking secret before dying: due to some reason, a switch had been made at birth with
