Edited by Asa
In the darkness, where even the existence of oneself was uncertain, other then the thumping sound by his ear, the rest was emptiness.
He was dead. In his last memories, he was shot in his chest. After a loud bang, mixed in with J's shouts, he had yet to feel the pain, nor was he able to see J's expressions when he lost his consciousness.
That day, when Deer left Midnight, he had brought with him a 'gift' when meeting with J. J was his partner, and also his fuck buddy.
And J was a man.
Those years, working at Midnight, he rarely missed J or gave him any thought, but back in the days where they worked together in the organization, J was a reliable partner, especially in bed. He gave it to him better than any woman could've.
No one knew that Midnight's number one would actually be gay, and neither did they know that the name Cheng Ziyao wasn't real at all.
In the organization, his surname was changed from Zhang to Wang, his name from Lirui to Xijun. Before he died, his name was Cheng Xiyao. He had used this name for 3 years, 6 months and 08 days, and his identity: host.
Actually he really liked that name, other than the fact that living with jealous women all the time had made his head spin. Basically, his mission this time wasn't that hard.
Of course, this time, he had underestimated a woman's jealousy.
In the pub, when he was about to give the information files to J, while also giving him a hot kiss along with it, he was seen by a woman who didn't know how to let go. When a mafia's daughter got angry, it wasn't like a normal person's anger, of course. Thus, a bullet went straight towards J, and he unconsciously tugged J behind his back.
And then, he was here, sitting in his thoughts while he regained his consciousness. Unable to analyze the current situation he was in, he already felt a wave of pain coming his way.
Souls couldn't feel pain, which meant that he was still alive. Coming to that conclusion, he allowed his consciousness to slip away again.
When he woke again, his surroundings felt different. The sounds of people and footsteps were all around him.
"Your highness, the prince is fine. He might have just stayed in your highness for too long, and gotten tired coming out. He'll be awake in a few hours."
Prince? He listened carefully. It was a woman speaking, her voice slightly raspy, "Royal Doctor, the prince is not crying, if he's so quiet, does that mean...."
The soft voice had an indescribable concern in it.
"Don't worry your highness, the prince looks so strong. Look at these hands and feet, so cute!" That voice was much younger, like a ten or so year old girl. Along with that voice, his face was gently touched only for him to hear another compliment, "Your highness look, the prince's face is so soft and smooth, just like his mother. He's going to be a beauty!"
All newborns are red and wrinkly, so he didn't even know where she had gotten the idea that he looked good. At the moment, he was able to confirm that he was the prince they were referring to. It wasn't him, but for a moment his thoughts were messy. He had died. Then turned into a baby. Was this reincarnation?
At the moment, he planned to set aside all the things that he couldn't explain. He would wait and see; at least he still got his memories from his past. As a baby, he had all the time to think.
The royal doctor looked at the prince, and thought it was strange. Normally, newborns would all cry when they are born. But this prince was as if he was simply asleep. Taking a look at him, there weren't any problems with him. Thus, he could only comfort Consort An. "Your highness, you do not need to worry. Looking at him, the prince is definitely strong and healthy; there are no abnormalities."
