The Lazy prince

The first sensation was a sharp, burning pain in his chest, a memory that still clung to him like a shroud. Xia Yue opened his eyes to find himself not in a cold, rain-slicked alley, but on a bed so soft it felt like floating on clouds. Golden silk cascaded around him, and the air hummed with the unfamiliar scent of incense.

He sat up, his body feeling oddly delicate, his hands smooth and uncalloused. A glance revealed long, dark hair spilling over his shoulders—a stark contrast to his usual short cut. Panic, cold and sharp, seized him. What in the hell?

Then, a torrent of memories, not his own, crashed into his mind. This body, also named Xia Yue, was the empire's youngest prince—a notorious troublemaker. And the most shocking revelation?

He was to marry Emperor Wen Shu. The ruthless, terrifying Northern Emperor.

A knock at the door, followed by an emotionless voice, shattered the lingering haze. "Your Highness, it's time to prepare. The wedding procession has arrived."

Xia Yue sighed, a long, dramatic exhale. Fine. If he had to go through with this, he wouldn't fight it. He'd just be so utterly, undeniably lazy that the emperor would surely ignore him.