Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 2

Day Two

Ye Wushuang awoke from his dreams to find the world around him utterly transformed.

He lay sprawled across a vast, plush bed, enveloped by billowing pink curtains. As his gaze swept the room, he realized he was inside a grand palace. In the corners stood several court ladies, poised as if awaiting orders.

Then, a delicate fragrance filled his senses—sweet, intoxicating, and strangely familiar. Stranger still, the scent seemed to emanate from his own body. A peculiar discomfort prickled at him.

More alarming were the changes in his physique. His once-sturdy frame now felt light and slender. His toned arms had transformed into pale, delicate limbs, smooth as lotus roots. When he glanced down, two slender, jade-white legs met his gaze.

“Holy shit… Did I actually become the Empress?”

Ye Wushuang hadn’t expected the body swap with the Divine Dragon Empress to happen so abruptly—let alone overnight, without the slightest warning. For the first time, he felt the terrifying unpredictability of this world.

“No wonder this is a xianxia realm. A regular mortal like me could die without even knowing why!”

But now, he wasn’t a mortal. He possessed the Empress’s body—and with it, her cultivation. The seemingly fragile form thrummed with immense power, the kind only a Celestial King could wield.

Yet, wielding such strength wasn’t so simple. As a former commoner, Ye Wushuang had no idea how to harness it. Mastering this power would take time.

Just then, a court attendant approached.

“Your Majesty, shall we prepare your morning ablutions?”

Unaccustomed to the title, Ye Wushuang hesitated before mimicking the Empress’s usual aloof tone:

“Mm.”

With that single word, the attendants sprang into action—drawing a bath, preparing his robes, and guiding him through the rituals of royalty.

The most awkward moment came during the dressing ceremony.

Surrounded by attendants, Ye Wushuang stood before a full-length mirror as they undressed him, layer by layer, until only thin undergarments remained. His reflection revealed porcelain skin, every curve and contour on display.

“This level of detail… Should a free player like me even be seeing this?!”

Despite his internal protests, his eyes kept wandering. Then—

“Pfft!”

A warm trickle dripped from his nose.

“Ah! Your Majesty is bleeding!”

Panicked cries erupted. “Summon the imperial physician—!”

Ye Wushuang waved them off. “No need! It’s just… excessive nourishment lately. Clean it up and continue.”

The attendants obeyed, though they noted the Empress’s unusual demeanor.

As they dressed him, Ye Wushuang sighed inwardly.

“Damn it, I knew I couldn’t handle this. How am I supposed to vent this frustration when I’m stuck in a woman’s body?!”

Once robed in imperial splendor, he moved to the dining hall.

Technically, the Empress’s cultivation rendered eating unnecessary—her power purified her body and sustained her without food. But court decorum demanded ritual.

And the feast? Magnificent.

Dishes beyond Ye Wushuang’s wildest dreams adorned the table. He couldn’t resist devouring portions ten times the Empress’s usual intake—until her head attendant, Murong Wan’er, appeared, eyebrows arched.

“Your Majesty, are you cultivating a body-refinement technique?”

“No.”

“Then… this…?”

“We—ahem—I’m in high spirits today.”

Ye Wushuang tensed. Murong Wan’er was sharp, beautiful, and terrifyingly perceptive. One misstep could expose him.

But then he relaxed. He wasn’t impersonating the Empress—he was her now. His very flesh bore her authority.

With renewed confidence, he waved a hand. “Clear the table. Prepare my carriage—we visit the archives.”

“As you command.”

As attendants scurried to obey, Ye Wushuang exhaled. Murong Wan’er’s suspicions might linger, but for now, the crisis was averted.