I am Yi Ning, God of War of Heaven. On the day of the God and Ghost battle, I unfortunately died. But I am probably a very amazing god, and I lived again, inhabiting a Kingdom Zhou princess. Coincidentally, this princess is also called Yi Ning, just with an added surname: Song.
And unfortunately, I estimate I injured my brain in the great battle, and my memory is chaotic. Every time I try to remember, my head hurts as if it will split.
Okay, even changing from god to human, at least I stole several decades of life. Then I stopped wanting to remember past matters.
Just woke up, with one slipper still half on, I heard yelling and beating in the main hall. I rushed in and grabbed Consort Xian's wrist. "Mother!"
Consort Xian, seeing me, put away her beautiful but ferocious expression.
I was too lazy to talk to her. I helped Song Jue up and brought him to my palace.
As I said before, I am the God of War of Heaven, inhabiting this princess's body. At that time, although I was young and couldn't speak, I could hear and see.
This princess's mother, Consort Xian, when she was pregnant, the imperial physician said this child wouldn't survive. Yet she wanted to compete for favor. On the day of birth, she played a trick, switching the prince. Song Jue is the substitute.
But this Consort Xian, only has looks, gave birth to a "prince," yet couldn't gain favor. She blamed it all on Song Jue. Truly ridiculous.
Me, after all, am a god. As a god, must, like those old bald donkeys in the West, care for all living beings. Naturally must protect this poor child.
I helped Song Jue onto the bed, got some wound medicine, and softly coaxed him. I said, "Er, let me take off your clothes."
Song Jue's jade-like face flushed some red, looking somewhat tempting. Truly excellent looks. Perhaps also some noble family's child. If not switched, would have lived comfortably. Thinking of this, my heart couldn't help but feel some pity.
He slowly untied his robe, skillful and beautiful, unlike the shy performance. Even somewhat attractive.
I lightly applied medicine on his thin, delicate back. Shoulder blades, waist dimple, spine, all with bruises. Truly not one's own child, striking so harshly.
Song Jue let out a light hum, with the unique clarity and temptation of youth. My heart trembled. I said, "Did I hurt you?" My hand movements couldn't help but become lighter.
Song Jue lightly responded, "No, thank you, sister."
After applying medicine, he arranged his clothes again. Those long, clear eyes looked directly at me. He said, "Sister, can I stay in your palace?"
My body stiffened. This child won't want to sleep with me, right? How inappropriate. Although I'm not someone who greedily looks at beauty, but knowing such a great beauty is not my younger brother, I, this... might not withstand it.
I forced a smile and said, "This, not very appropriate, right?"
Song Jue slightly lowered his eyes, chin slightly raised, looking restrained and broken, wronged and vivid. He said, "Does sister also..."
"Okay!" I quickly interrupted him.
Okay, at least so he doesn't stay in the front hall and get trouble from Consort Xian every day.
I slept soundly at night, always feeling stuffy. Suddenly waking up, I found myself completely hugged in Song Jue's arms. My undisciplined hand was in an indescribable place. I was so scared I quickly moved away and secretly glanced.
Good, he slept very soundly.
I intended to quietly remove Song Jue's hand from my waist dimple. Who knew, just as I lifted it, I heard his sleep talk, somewhat hoarse, somewhat tempting. He said, "Sister, don't me."
This, truly sinful. Song Jue is thinking of me, his sister, in his dreams. And me? My little face turned red, heart raced, as if having an affair.
I lightly exhaled and closed my eyes.
But staying in my palace these days, I discovered something strange. Song Jue, although famous in the capital, surpassing beauty of plum and peach, seems to have extremely low presence. If not walking in front of people, others will never remember him.
Like now.
I threw down chopsticks, squinting at the palace maid bringing food. I said, "How many times must I say? Does no one put my younger brother in their eyes?"
The palace maid trembled like a sieve. I couldn't help but turn my face to let her go, looking at her annoys me.
Song Jue sat to the side, slightly lowering his head, no emotion, looking docile and good. My heart softened. Such a obedient child.
Pushing the bowl over, picking up chopsticks and washing them in the clean basin, handing to him, I said, "Eat mine."
Song Jue raised his head to look at me, eyes bright. He said, "What about sister?"
I lowered my eyelids, slightly covering the tempting light he. I said, "I'm not hungry."
Who knew Song Jue took my hand, lightly pulled, somewhat meaning to act spoiled. He said, "Eat together with me."
I thought it was inappropriate, slightly opened my mouth. Before I could refuse, Song Jue's wronged little appearance came again.
"Okay." I could only agree hoarsely.
He really knows how to handle me.
Indeed, seeing him smile and steal all the room's light, dazzling to the point of killing.
But he always feeds me, I'm really somewhat embarrassed.
Realizing no one cares about Song Jue, I could only start cooking for him in the small kitchen.
Half sleepy, making soup. Song Jue spoke from behind me. He said, "Hard on sister. Can I help?"
This breath entered my ear, causing me to tremble. I couldn't help but turn around and found him standing almost touching me. That extremely beautiful little face was magnified right in front of my eyes.
My feet stumbled, falling backward. Song Jue extended his long hand and caught me in his arms. He said, "Sister, be careful."
Really good at playing the victim.
I pushed him and turned, didn't dare look straight. I said, "Don't cause trouble!"
[Translator's Note (T/N):] A sweet flashback! They're living together in the palace!