Unparalleled Beauty

Chapter C014

In this world, there were probably not many people who knew that Emperor Qianwu and Ji Yang were two different people.

At first, Wushuang did not know either. She thought that Emperor Qianwu had a bad temper and was licentious and unreasonable, so he forced her, coerced her, teased her, and humiliated her.

But later, she gradually discovered that something was wrong. He seemed to be ill.

When he was normal, he was calm and restrained. Although his actions were overbearing, he was still a normal person and a qualified monarch. But when he was abnormal, he was irritable, moody, and unscrupulous in his actions.

It was clearly one body, but it was as if it were two people.

After discovering these clues, Wushuang did not dare to tell anyone, and only dared to ponder it secretly, but all she could think of were stories of demons and ghosts.

For example, being possessed by a ghost, or being bewitched by a ghost or evil spirit. 

Wushuang didn't dare to say that the dignified sovereign of a country was possessed by a ghost. For a while, she really felt that she was serving a ghost with her body, and she was so scared that she couldn't sleep at night, but she didn't dare to let him discover her thoughts, because if he did, he would definitely punish her in various ways.

So she could only keep telling herself that he was just sick. There were no such things as ghosts and spirits in this world. It was all just deliberate scare tactics.

It was not until later when she met Song You, who was also Ji Yang's personal physician, that she learned that Ji Yang's condition was a disease called dual soul disorder, also known as one body, two souls disorder.

Ji Yang did not have this condition at first. The symptoms originated in his youth, and the specific cause was unknown. In short, there were two people in his body.

Two people, two different personalities and dispositions.

Song You called one of the personalities the master personality, while the other was the secondary personality.

It was said that this secondary personality emerged during Ji Yang's adolescence, and his appearance greatly interfered with the master personality's normal life. Along with him, there was also a severe headache that tormented the main body for half of the day.

Like the rumors of Emperor Qianwu's manic episodes and the killing of palace servants during his youth, it was that secondary personality and his headaches that were causing trouble.

Later, the late emperor was furious and sent Ji Yang, who was the third prince at that time, to the border. After all these years of seeking medical treatment and taking medicine, his illness had gradually stabilized, and the dual-soul disorder would no longer cause too much of an impact.

Those who served him just had to work hard, which naturally included her, Lady Fengtian. 

At that time, Wushuang did not know why Song You wanted to tell her these things, but as long as he was not possessed by a ghost, it was fine. She said she did not believe in ghosts and gods, but heaven know she was most afraid of these things.

With two souls in one body, she could just treat it as if she were two people.

And at that time, she had almost "achieved enlightenment". It seemed a bit inappropriate to put it that way. To be precise, she had already figured out how to get along with Ji Yang.

She knew his taboos and understood his nature. She knew that he needed to be coaxed and humored. She avoided doing things he disliked and tried her best to do things he liked.

By this time, she rarely angered him, and her life was not too difficult. After all, she was still a married woman at the time and could not be with him all the time.

To this end, she even gave Ji Yang two special names in her mind to distinguish his identities. The main personality was Emperor Qianwu, and the secondary personality was called Ji Yang.

Wushuang was most afraid of Ji Yang.

Because only she knew how wicked Ji Yang was, how much she had suffered in front of Ji Yang, how much she had been wronged, and how much she had been frightened. She was in tears just thinking about it.

So when the long-lost fear exploded in Wushuang's body, she couldn't help trembling all over, but because she had once "achieved enlightenment", her heart didn't seem to be so afraid.

She still had the mind to recall the past, and even wondered why Ji Yang would appear here. Could it be that the person who had previously borrowed the name of the Marquis Huaiyin's mansion to stay overnight was actually him, and he had returned to the capital early?

So when the person opposite her walked towards her step by step, although his eyes were sinister and his expression was terrifying, Wushuang was still able to distract herself and appear nonchalant.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wushuang also knew that her choice of words was rather foolish, but for the moment, she really didn't know how to start a conversation with Ji Yang.

Running was out of the question. She recalled the first time she had met Ji Yang in her previous life. He had been having an attack, and in her panic, she had tried to run away. As a result, she had almost been strangled to death by him.

Wushuang thought silently to herself, trying to force a smile onto her face, to make it look relaxed, nonchalant, and innocent.

"If you're feeling unwell, do you need me to ask someone to find a doctor for you?"

The man shook his head and pressed his temples. He didn't stop walking and went straight to the girl.

The young lady looked worried. Although she appeared dull due to her clothes, her skin was fair and translucent under the moonlight tonight. She seemed to be adorned with a layer of silver light, and her pink lips were trembling slightly. “If you have a headache, you can't endure the wind, especially when the rain has just stopped…”

Wushuang's chin was pinched.

The man was too tall, and she was too petite. In addition, the man's movements were not gentle, so the pinch was very painful. Moreover, because of the height difference, her entire neck was forced to lift up very high. She even had to stand on tiptoe slightly to relieve the pulling pain.

The thick bangs were forced to part to the sides because of this posture, revealing Wushuang's slightly pale little face.

Although this face was pale, it could not hide her stunning beauty, and the most outstanding feature was her pair of eyes.

Wushuang had a pair of very beautiful eyes. They were long and loveable, almond-shaped, but the corners of her eyes were long and upturned. In addition, there was a sharp and downward arc at the corner of her inner eye, which made her eyes very charming whether she was looking at someone or not.

But at this moment, those eyes were shimmering with pain, as if a pool of water was about to overflow.

But she still tried to smile, saying, "If you have a headache, I know a little bit about acupressure. Maybe if I press on it, it won't hurt anymore?"

As she spoke, she reached out to try to touch him, but because she misjudged the distance, her hands hung awkwardly in the air.

The man glanced at the white, tender fingertips.

Suddenly, Wushuang felt the world spin as she was swept into the house.

Wushuang felt herself being thrown onto the couch. Because the bedding was soft enough, she didn't feel any pain.

At the same time, a familiar exotic fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

The fragrance was so familiar since she had fallen asleep to it often, so it relaxed Wushuang, and she seemed less afraid.

She crawled out of the bedding and looked around. She could only see thick curtains. There was a faint, yellowish light in the corner of the wall. Before she could look any further, a shadow loomed over her.

It was him.

He lay down on the outer side of the couch. Since the light was some distance away from him, his face seemed to be covered in a shadow. His eyes were closed, but his brows were tightly knitted together.

Wushuang was momentarily stunned. It was not until the man looked at her with bloodshot eyes that she hurriedly recalled what she had just said.

Yes, the art of pressing acupoints!

In the beginning, in order to "coax" him, she specifically found someone to learn how to please him. He often had headaches, so she went to learn the art of pressing acupoints to help him relieve them. Later, she discovered that it was indeed effective, and after the relief, he would not lose his temper for no reason.

These things were carved into Wushuang's bones, extremely familiar, so it was not difficult to get started.

She first put her icy fingertips in her sleeves to warm them until her fingertips and palms were warm, then she rubbed her hands together to warm her palms before slowly approaching the other person.

Her movements were very careful and slow.

After all, this was the first time she had met him in this life. He was suspicious and irritable by nature, and it was difficult for ordinary people to approach him when he had an attack, so she had to try and take things slowly.

Before her fingers could touch his temple, he opened his eyes.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She moistened her lips and explained in a soft voice, "Young Master has a headache. Massaging your head will relieve it."

He looked at her, watching until Wushuang's heart nearly leaped out of her chest, before closing his eyes again, allowing the other party's fingers to rest on his vital points. Wushuang let out a sigh of relief, not daring to linger too long. Seeing that she had not provoked any resistance from the other party, she slowly began to massage.

Rub a few times, pause, rub a few times, then pause again.

Gradually getting into the rhythm.

But he had been very quiet, so Wushuang gradually increased the number of fingers and the force, and even used her entire palm. And the area she massaged expanded from his temples to his forehead and even his entire head, and her technique became increasingly proficient and smooth.

During this period, he actually moved twice, but every time he moved, she would stop her movements in time and wait until he stopped moving before continuing.

In this way, Wushuang gave it her all and was busy 'pacifying' the master, and did not notice that the posture of them two was extremely ambiguous.

During this period, someone actually entered the room, but that person was like a rat stealing oil. He only crouched down by the door and looked in for a few times, and then disappeared immediately.

This small courtyard seemed empty when Wushuang entered, but in fact, it was not empty.

An unknown amount of time passed.

Wushuang felt that he had already fallen asleep.

She was too familiar with him. In her previous life, she was maliciously led to the palace where he was ill. That time, she almost lost her life but she finally went back, not long after, she faced being forcibly summoned into the palace.

In order to protect her life, to avoid provoking him, and to prevent herself from being ‘punished’, she had become familiar with every one of his glances, even every pause in his breathings, so when he fell asleep, Wushuang sensed it almost immediately.

But she still waited a while, and her hands never stopped moving.

Until she finally felt it was okay, she carefully retracted her hand, and waited a while longer. Seeing that the other person hadn't woken up, she quietly got up.

This movement hurt so much that she almost cried out.

She had been holding this position for too long, her body had already stiffened, but she forced herself to hold on. However, she did not dare to cry, for fear of waking him up.

She carefully moved away from him, and when she got off of the couch, she found that her skirt was pressed under his body.

She had no choice but to take off her skirt before getting off of the couch.

After getting out, she picked up the cloak on the ground and wrapped herself up in it, and then she fled in a hurry.

After a long while, there was finally some movement on the couch.

The man sat up and picked up the indigo-colored gauze skirt with one hand. The texture of the skirt was soft and light, and it seemed to still carry a hint of its owner's warmth.

He frowned, raised his hand slightly, and his movements were a bit stiff, but the distance was still not enough for him to smell the faint fragrance.

He rubbed the center of his brows, stared at the skirt for a while, and then raised his hand slightly again. This time, the tip of his nose finally came into full contact with the skirt.

He took a breath, and indeed the fragrance became stronger.

Author's Note:

Ps: The term "primary and secondary personalities" are used here to help readers understand the concept quickly. In ancient times, there was no concept of schizophrenia or multiple personalities. When describing someone with a mental illness, people often said that they were crazy, possessed by evil spirits, or hysterical. Of course, there were also those who believed that the person was possessed by a ghost or bewitched by a demon.