The midnight air vibrated with the sound of rhythmic, heavy moaning—a noise so blatant it jolted Crimson Nine awake from her deep slumber.
"Who the hell is watching a porno at this hour without headphones? Have some damn respect!" Crimson Nine snapped her eyes open, her voice laced with the irritability of someone who had just come off a grueling mission.
Then, she froze.
This wasn't her room. She was in a bedchamber designed with ancient elegance. Not far away, on a pear-wood bed, a man and a woman were entwined in a heated, shameless act. The bedframe groaned and creaked under their weight. They paid her no mind, their movements carrying a sense of deliberate, insulting charity—as if her presence was merely part of their sick game.
Something's wrong. I was just heading home to sleep after the mission, Crimson Nine thought, her professional instincts sharpening as she scanned the perimeter. This isn't my room... where am I?
She rose from the cold floor, her footsteps silent and light as she moved toward the vanity. The bronze mirror reflected a strange yet striking face—beautiful, but deathly pale.
"That's not me!" Her pupils constricted. In that moment of shock, the tactical bracer on her left wrist flickered with a faint, ghostly blue light.
The next second, a flood of foreign memories surged into her brain like a tidal wave.
The body belonged to Chu Zhaoning, the youngest daughter of the loyal Chu General. Her father and brothers had all perished on the battlefield. Out of pity for the orphan, the Emperor himself had decreed her marriage to the Second Prince, Xiao Yu, as his primary consort.
But Xiao Yu was a notorious libertine. He loathed the match and despised Zhaoning for her "tomboyish" demeanor. To humiliate her before their wedding, he had brought his mistress into Zhaoning's own bedroom to spend the night, coldly mocking her to "stay and watch, so you can learn how to be a real woman."
The original Zhaoning was proud but fragile. Faced with an inescapable royal decree and utter despair, she had swallowed poison. The moment she drew her last breath, the soul of the modern elite operative, Crimson Nine, took over.
Crimson Nine stared at her reflection, a dangerous curve tugging at the corner of her lips.
She was the ace of the "Red Team," a secret national defense unit. Her code name was Crimson Nine, and she specialized in high-risk missions with near-zero survival rates. In her dictionary, the word "suicide" didn't exist.
She brushed the bracer on her wrist. It was a high-tech medical system developed by the Blue Team (the Cyber-Intel unit) specifically for her squad. It could scan injuries, analyze toxins, and automate treatment—it had been her trump card through countless hails of bullets.
[Medical System Booting... Toxin residue detected in host. Commencing neutralization and detoxification.]
As the bracer vibrated subtly, the weakness in her limbs began to fade. Crimson Nine turned around, her gaze turning into a cold blade as she swept it toward the two "performers" on the bed.
Since she had taken over this body, this nauseating farce was going to end by her hand.
She didn't know how her gear had crossed over with her, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was dealing with the two flies buzzing in her room.
A cold smirk played on her face. Since the Second Prince doesn't want his dignity, I'll help him tear it to shreds.
Crimson Nine took a deep breath. Her cold aura instantly flipped into a mask of pure, frantic terror. She let out an earth-shattering wail:
"Your Highness! I was wrong! You are so incredibly thoughtful—going so far as to personally demonstrate this for me! But I'm just too slow to learn... I'll go get the governesses and the maids right now so they can observe and learn too! They can teach me every day so your hard work isn't wasted! Waaaaah!"
She faked a frantic sob while stumbling toward the door. Her voice was loud enough to lift the roof off the manor, ensuring every soul in the compound could hear her.
The movement on the bed stopped dead.
Xiao Yu had been basking in the pleasure of humiliating her. He never expected this usually silent, moping "tomboy" to suddenly start screaming like a banshee.
"Your Highness! Please slow down! I'll go get the head governess and the stewards right now!" Crimson Nine threw the door open, shouting into the silent hallway at the top of her lungs: "Everyone, come quickly! The Second Prince is personally teaching the 'Secret Arts of Feminine Virtue'! Come with your brushes and paper to observe! This is a Royal Grace! Don't miss out!"
"Chu Zhaoning! Shut your mouth!" Xiao Yu nearly fell off the bed. He scrambled to grab his outer robe, his handsome face turning the color of a bruised plum.
The mistress was scared out of her wits, shreiking as she dove under the silk covers like a frightened turtle.
Crimson Nine spun around to face the disheveled Xiao Yu. She looked utterly "terrified," rubbing away non-existent tears as her voice trembled:
"Don't be angry, Your Highness... I'm just... I'm just so moved. You're teaching me yourself, but I'm too stupid to get it. If the governesses don't teach me, how can I serve you properly in the future? I can't let your efforts go to waste!"
As she spoke, she made a move to bolt outside again, raising her voice even higher: "Someone! Fetch the instructors! The Second Prince is being VERY 'attentive' in his teaching—"
"SILENCE!" Xiao Yu's face went pale. He lunged off the bed in three strides, ignoring all decorum to grab her wrist. "You dare shout one more word!"
When he grabbed her, Crimson Nine's body swayed as if she were about to faint, but for a split second, her eyes were as cold as an abyss.
As I thought. This so-called Prince is just a paper tiger who bullies the weak. In my world, a man like this wouldn't last three days.
The mistress on the bed panicked. "Your Highness... if this gets out..."
Xiao Yu's expression darkened further. He had intended to break Zhaoning's spirit and force her into a corner, but he hadn't expected her to suddenly flip the script and drag the scandal into the light.
Crimson Nine looked up. The cowardice was gone, replaced by a razor-sharp smile.
"Didn't Your Highness say you wanted me to watch and learn?"
She leaned in, her voice a chilling whisper. "Then we should make sure this lesson is official... and let everyone know exactly what you've taught me."
She gave her wrist a slight flick—a seemingly weak struggle that precisely redirected his force to hit a pressure point. Xiao Yu felt a sharp, jolting numbness shoot up his arm, causing him to instinctively release her.
Crimson Nine stepped back, standing tall and straight. In that moment, she looked like a cold, unsheathed steel blade.
"Now, Your Highness... would you like to continue?"
Would you like me to continue translating the next scene, or shall we refine the dialogue for the other team members?