Insanely Pampered Wife: Divine Doctor Fifth Young Miss Chapter 1: Fifth Young Master is bent

Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

“I’ll go! I’ll go! I’ll go and get you damned!”

A voice brimming with fury echoed across a grand estate in the Imperial Capital City of the Dong Chen Kingdom.

“Is the Young Master awake?”

Two figures dashed hurriedly into the courtyard, straining their ears to catch any sound. Silence reigned completely, making them wonder if they had just hallucinated it.

“Should we peek inside the room?” one asked, her voice quivering with evident fear at the mere idea of going in.

“Perhaps… we shouldn’t,” the other replied. “The Young Master will summon us once he stirs. Barging into his room like this would bring harsh punishment.”

“But if the Young Master awakens and finds us missing, we’ll face punishment anyway! What if he can’t speak after waking up—what then?”

“Then… let’s go check. If he’s still asleep, we’ll slip right back out.”

“Alright.”

After whispering their decision, the pair crept silently toward the main bedroom in the courtyard. They eased the door open and stepped lightly inside. The person on the bed had eyes firmly closed, and only after seeing a deep breath rise from the chest did they quietly withdraw.

“Phew, good thing the Young Master hasn’t woken yet.”

“Let’s wait right by the door.”

“I never imagined the Young Master would stay unconscious for so long.”

“I heard the General wanted to confront those responsible, but the Young Master held him back.”

“Pfft! The Young Master declared, ‘Damn it, when I wake up, I’ll settle things with him myself!’”

“Our poor Young Master suffered such severe injuries—if the other Young Masters learn of it, they’ll be heartbroken.”

“I heard the other Young Masters are returning soon.”

“Really?”

“….”

Once the two maids departed, Sima You Yue snapped her eyes open, her face twisted in fury as she clenched her teeth, appearing ready to devour someone.

“Hiss…”

A sharp intake of cold air escaped her lips as pain flared from the wounds on her face, tugged by her intense expressions.

“Damn, this hurts like hell!” Sima You Yue tried to touch her face, but the motion sparked agonizing stings across her body, forcing her to halt and abandon the effort.

Hearing the maids chatter outside and mention Young Master, Sima You Yue couldn’t help rolling her eyes.

She was fully female, yet her grandfather demanded she impersonate a boy, donning male attire and mimicking a boy’s gait and speech.

“You’re a total swindler too!” Sima You Yue cursed.

Recalling her past life in the twenty-first century as a top-tier assassin, she never anticipated suddenly ending up here, trapped in the body of a 14-year-old girl!

Indeed, those earlier curses the maids overheard had burst from her own mouth, after being duped twice in a row!

In her previous existence, she reigned as the Organization’s deadliest assassin, never failing a single mark since joining.

She never foresaw the Organization’s second-in-command, envious of her boss’s favor, exploiting the boss’s absence to assign her a perilous mission. Realizing too late it was a setup, with billions at stake, the Organization ditched her and rigged an advanced explosive. She perished in the blast alongside the structure.

Death came swiftly; before she could curse, darkness swallowed her, erasing all awareness.

Upon regaining awareness, she occupied a boundless white void, with a hazy figure nearby in soul form just like hers. Before she uttered a word, it spoke: “You’re in my body now.”

Those words stunned her utterly—shouldn’t she be in hell? How had she landed in another’s body?

The other soul seemed to sense her confusion and explained: “I don’t know what occurred, but spotting your soul, I tugged, and you entered.”

“Ehhhhhh?!!!”

“I’m dead now, my time has ended. You can take over my body and live on if you vow to handle my affairs in my stead.” The soul spoke with a touch of melancholy.

“Really?” Sima You Yue exclaimed in astonishment. Did she truly get another shot at life?

“Yes, but swear not just to live as me, but to wipe out that trash for me!”

“Deal, I promise.” Sima You Yue agreed promptly. Reviving while escaping assassin life—what more could she want? First, though, she craved vengeance against the Organization’s treacherous second-in-command.

“Then take my memories. Remember your vow to avenge me! My grandfather and brothers are dear to me; the unfinished task is finding my parents—I’m sure they survive somewhere in the world.” The figure faded gradually, her voice softening as she began to dissolve.

Witnessing the lingering regret stirred Sima You Yue’s heart; she vowed firmly: “Rest easy, I’ll locate your parents.”

“You don’t strike me as someone who reneges. With your promise, I can depart peacefully.” The figure completed her words, shattered into glowing motes, and vanished entirely.

A powerful yank seized Sima You Yue, followed by excruciating pain. Before comprehending it, unconsciousness claimed her again.

Awakening on a bed, she marveled at seizing a second life, but the room’s ancient decor left her dumbfounded. For a moment, she suspected a dream, yet a sudden clarity shattered that illusion. This was her new reality.

“Damn it!” Sima You Yue unleashed curses upon accepting the truth. “Not even my world—so what if I survive? I can’t exact my revenge!”

As she delved into the inherited memories, her curses faded into stunned silence. She felt thoroughly deceived by that soul.

This wasn’t her twenty-first-century Earth, but Yilin Continent. No planes or skyscrapers existed here. Strength ruled supreme; the weak fell underfoot. Spiritual energy permeated the air in diverse attributes, allowing people to absorb it for cultivation and power.

The law of the jungle dominated utterly, exalting the mighty. The strong’s honor remained inviolable; a weakling’s insult invited instant death.

Geniuses in cultivation earned universal reverence; total lack of talent branded one as waste, scorned by all.

And Sima You Yue’s new vessel epitomized such disdain—the notorious trash! No foundation in practice at 14 years old, utterly insensitive to spiritual power, let alone channeling it!

Worse, born a girl, yet her grandfather forced male disguise for protection. Regardless, she fancied men intensely, craving their constant attention and fawning over females!

Thus, the General’s Residence Fifth Young Master… gained fame as bent.