Jin Wang Dotes on His Concubine

Chapter 220.1

Chapter 220.1

With this sound, a powerful force suddenly struck, and Emperor Jin’an felt a pulling sensation as he was drawn into a dark space.

This space was quite peculiar. It was pitch-black but had a faint silver glow. In the center of the space stood a person, and he quickly moved toward the other person due to the pulling force.

The other person was him!

No, it should be said that he and the other person looked astonishingly similar as if they were carved from the same mould. The main difference was their age.

The other person seemed surprised by Emperor Jin’an’s appearance, staring at him in shock.

“Where did you, a wandering soul, come from? How dare you occupy my body! Zhen is the ninety-fifth revered ruler of the Dagan Dynasty, blessed by gods and Buddhas. Leave quickly, or else Zhen will not spare you!”

When Emperor Jin’an woke up, he found himself in this void space. He couldn’t speak or move, but he could sense and see everything outside. At first, he didn’t realize it, but he soon felt something unusual. He couldn’t say what he wanted to say or do what he wanted to do, and his body seemed to have a consciousness of its own.

Emperor Jin’an was naturally horrified, and having come this far, his mind was naturally far superior to ordinary people. He secretly observed and came to the conclusion that a wandering spirit had taken over his body from somewhere unknown.

He tried every possible way to resist, but it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as this wandering spirit flaunted itself in his own skin. He also realized that his energy was seriously insufficient, and his moments of consciousness would not last long before he fell into a coma.

And when he opened his eyes again, he found that this wandering spirit dared to engage in intimate activities with his empress, which enraged him. He was burning with panic inside as he frantically thought about how to stop the other party when they suddenly appeared in front of him.

Emperor Jin’an, with his temples turning white, was already in a state of turmoil, as he never expected to be called a wandering spirit. He had been an emperor all his life, and his dignity could not be violated by others. Even if this person had the exact same face as him and he did appear to have taken over his body.

“Zhen is the ninety-fifth revered ruler of the Dagan Dynasty, not a wandering spirit that you spoke of.”

“You are the ninety-fifth ruler? Don’t even think that you can impersonate me just because you’ve acquired a face from somewhere. Leave now, or else when Zhen gets out, Zhen will ensure your soul is scattered, with no place to rest!”

“Of course, Zhen is Emperor Jin’an.”

“Zhen is Emperor Jin’an.”

“How dare you impersonate me?”

“Zhen isn’t impersonating you; Zhen is myself.”

The two of them argued and began fighting, strangely in this place, they could physically interact like in the real world. Young Emperor Jin’an was naturally angry and launched fierce attacks. It was rare for anyone in this world to see him go all out, and his moves aimed directly at vital points.

However, the older Emperor Jin’an, with his white hair, had lived many years longer than the other, and regardless of how cunning and fierce the young emperor’s attacks were, he could block them.

What was even more peculiar was that their martial arts techniques were surprisingly the same, which was impossible to hide from martial artists.

As they continued to fight, they suddenly said in unison, “I am surnamed Zhao, named Youtang, born in the fifth year of Hongjing, crowned as a prince at the age of twenty, with the title ‘Jin.'”

“In the thirty-third year of Hongjing, Zhen ascended to the throne as emperor, changed my title to Jin’an, and reigned for twenty years, bringing great prosperity to the nation and its people, with everyone praising me as an exceptional wise ruler.”

“In the winter of the thirty-fourth year of Hongjing, Zhen ascended the throne as emperor in accordance with the decree of the Emperor Emeritus who abdicated. During my six-year reign, the nation prospered, the people lived in peace and happiness, and everyone hailed me as a rare enlightened monarch.”

They both spoke these words together, but then they diverged.

They looked at each other, and one of them spoke first, “Beloved wife, Lady Su Yaoniang, was appointed as a side consort of Jin Wang in the thirty-second year of Hongjing, and in the thirty-third year, she was titled as Consort Jin. We have a harmonious relationship, deeply in love, and are blessed with three sons: Zhao Chen, Zhao Ji, and Zhao Yu, and a young daughter, Zhao Changle.”

“There was a concubine, Su Yaoniang, who passed away in the third month of the thirty-second year of Hongjing, leaving behind a son, Zhao Chen, who was frail and ill and died in the spring of the twentieth year of Jin’an.”

After a suffocating silence, the young Emperor Jin’an, still shocked and angered, said, “Who are you, after all?!”

The older Emperor Jin’an’s eyes flashed with bitterness. “If Zhen is not mistaken, Zhen should be from your previous…” Before he could finish the word ‘life,’ a sudden intense pain struck, a pain even he couldn’t bear. He fell to the ground, clutching his head in agony.

Strangely, the young Emperor Jin’an on the opposite side had the same reaction.

At the same time, this black space began to tremble incessantly, giving the feeling that it was about to collapse. Silver ripples appeared before them, and the older Emperor Jin’an suddenly felt a flash of light before the world changed, and he saw her shocked face.

“Your Majesty, what’s happening to you?” Yaoniang was so worried that she didn’t even bother to fasten her dress and hurriedly called for help. “Someone, go and fetch Imperial Physician Liu.”

Footsteps echoed outside the hall, and Emperor Jin’an, enduring the intense pain, reached out to comfort her. “Don’t be afraid; Zhen is fine…”

But before he could extend his hand, he suddenly felt his vision darken, and he lost consciousness.

…

In the Kunning Palace, lights were on, and chaos reigned.

The sudden fainting of Emperor Jin’an startled everyone. Not only did the children rush to his side, but Fucheng also hurried over. After receiving the news, he hastily made his way there. Only then did he realize he hadn’t even put on his boots.

Emperor Jin’an was a martial arts practitioner, naturally strong and robust. He had never suffered from even a minor illness before. This sudden incident left everyone in a state of panic. Qianqing Palace even dispatched people over to inquire but by then, Emperor Jin’an had already regained consciousness thanks to Imperial Physician Liu’s acupuncture treatment. Naturally, Emperor Jin’an claimed there was nothing wrong.

In reality, Imperial Physician Liu couldn’t find anything wrong with him either. He couldn’t explain what had happened and could only wait for further observation.

“You scared me half to death,” Yaoniang had been holding back her tears. It wasn’t until Imperial Physician Liu left that she burst into tears.

Emperor Jin’an tried to comfort her, saying, “Zhen is fine; Zhen just had a sudden headache.” Seeing that she couldn’t stop crying, he awkwardly reached out and patted her shoulder.

But in his mind, there was a feeble voice saying, “Don’t let her cry. You’re an emperor, can’t you even console a woman?”

Emperor Jin’an felt embarrassed internally but maintained a seemingly oblivious expression.

After he fainted earlier, he returned to that dark space again. This time, both of them appeared exhausted, as if their bones had been drained of strength, and they could only lie there unable to move a finger.

After a series of tests and exchanges, they could only conclude that he was himself, and he was also himself. However, there seemed to be no logical explanation for why they had such different destinies, despite being the same person.

The most significant difference was her existence.