Insanely Pampered Wife: Divine Doctor Fifth Young Miss Chapter 2: Lost Memories

Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

No words could capture the overwhelming surge of tangled feelings that choked Sima You Yue as she lay sprawled on her bed.

“Ugh..”

After letting out her twenty-eighth sigh, she finally came to terms with her new identity and this worthless body. Yet, recalling her past life as the premier assassin of the twenty-first century, she refused to believe she couldn't forge her own unique path here, even without cultivating like everyone else!

Still, when the personality of her body's former owner and the cause of her death hit her, a wave of helplessness washed over her.

The previous owner of this body was truly pitiable. She'd merely gone to deliver food to the Capital City's prime Young Master, Murong An, only to be treated like a nuisance. His lackeys beat her mercilessly, hurling insults and branding her trash over and over.

Meanwhile, the Capital City's most elegant and sought-after Young Master merely stood by, watching the brutal beating while reveling amid his adoring beauties.

Beaten nearly to death, her body's owner was dragged back to the General’s Residence. There, she glimpsed her grandfather, Sima Lie, gasped out her vow of revenge, then slipped into unconsciousness and breathed her last.

Though she'd sworn to avenge her predecessor, this mess stemmed from her own doings! Who could blame the old Sima You Yue for hounding people until they snapped in exhaustion and frustration? Showing up before someone you'd tormented endlessly— it would be odd if they held back!

“But that Murong An just stood there without lifting a finger to stop it. Rest easy, I'll settle the score with those folks for you.” Sima You Yue whispered her solemn vow. “Still, this body truly can't cultivate? Those guys are all top talents from the Imperial Academy. Without cultivation, revenge will be a real hassle. I can't even examine your condition right now—damn these wounds! How much longer until they heal?” She vented in frustration.

With injuries so severe, her complaints soon drained her, plunging her into a deep sleep. Yet rest evaded her; her brows furrowed nonstop, and cold sweat soaked her entirely.

“Ximen You Yue, genius of the Divine World or not, you'll perish by my hand today—your entire Ximen clan can rot in hell together!”

“Ximen You Yue, recognize this? It's a high-grade spirit artifact—the Soul Lamp Lock. Once your soul's trapped inside, no reincarnation awaits. Even self-destruction is impossible! Didn't you always dominate me everywhere? Now savor this special Soul Lamp Lock I've prepared! Hahahahahaha…”

A piercing woman's voice exploded in her mind, her maniacal laughter fading away. Through thick fog, Sima You Yue spotted a woman clutching a lamp.

“Part of your soul is gone? Reincarnate if you dare, but you'll forget this life's memories! Your power won't return either. Good luck mending that soul—let's see your miracles.” Another voice resounded in the fog as breezes began to swirl.

“Sima You Yue, too talented for your own good, huh? Boss is away today—take your grudges to the King of Hell! These are top-tier explosives; dying by them is your lucky break…”

“Sima You Yue…DIE!!!”

“Ah…..!”

Sima You Yue bolted upright, chest heaving as she gulped air. Sweat drenched her back completely, damp strands plastered to her face, her body quaking—whether from terror or rage, she couldn't tell.

“Young Master, are you okay?” A maid rapped on the door, inquiring from beyond.

Sima You Yue drew several steadying breaths and answered, “I'm fine, you can leave.”

“Yes, Young Master.” The maid responded, and footsteps receded, silence falling outside.

After more deep breaths, Sima You Yue fought through piercing agony to pour herself water. Her shaky hands gripped the teapot firm; only after downing three cups did calm return.

Reflecting on the dream, why two names?

“Sima You Yue…Ximen You Yue…” She muttered them softly. “Who is Ximen You Yue…?”

Why did her heart twist so painfully at that name?

She clambered back into bed, wide eyes fixed on the vintage mosquito net, her thoughts looping through the dream's scenes. What did that eerie voice signify? Who was the woman? And this Ximen You Yue?

Maids' voices grew nearer to her chamber.

“General.”

“Has the Fifth Young Master stirred?” A gravelly old voice inquired.

“General, he cried out moments ago. When I checked, he said he was fine and sent me away. No sounds from inside now—he might've dozed off again.” The maid reported.

“Understood, you two may withdraw.”

“Yes, General.”

The door swung open with a creak, and Sima You Yue snapped her eyes shut. Footsteps approached deliberately, halting bedside.

“Drop the act—I know you're awake.” Sima Lie eyed the figure with sealed eyes on the bed.

Caught…

Sima You Yue gradually lifted her lids, gazing silently at the old man beside her bed.

Dong Chen Kingdom's mightiest warrior matched her memories perfectly: silver hair crowning a sturdy frame, eyes blazing with vitality. He regarded her tenderly, though sorrow flickered in his gaze.

“Hurts a lot, doesn't it?” When You Yue stayed mute, he eased onto the bed's edge, voice brimming with worry.

Sima You Yue dipped her head. It throbbed terribly! Like her bones were shattering into dust.

With a flick of his wrist like sleight of hand, Sima Lie produced a jade vial. Sima You Yue jumped. She knew of interspatial rings in this realm, but witnessing one in action still stunned her.

Sima Lie held a jade bottle pulled from his interspatial ring.

“Master Shi made this second-tier pill to hasten healing. Take it quick—no more pain.” Sima Lie urged gently, uncorking it. A black pill tumbled out; he popped it smoothly into Sima You Yue’s mouth.

The instant the black pill slid down, bitterness flooded her tongue fiercely. Before protest, Sima Lie shoved something sweet in after.

“Master Shi warned it might taste bad, but it's prime stuff—a second-tier pill. Endure it, and you'll mend fast.”

Sima You Yue knew this world boasted wondrous elixirs, akin to past-life western drugs but vastly superior in potency. Endless varieties served countless purposes—like her injury-healing one. Others restored Spirit Power, stamina, endurance, and more.

Elixirs ranked by tiers: first through third as common grade, fourth to sixth medium grade, seventh to ninth advanced grade. Alchemists followed suit in three ranks: Rudimentary, Medium, Advanced.

Each tier split into low, medium, high grades for potency.

Higher tiers meant greater effect—and steeper cost, naturally.

Alas, the old soul cared little for such lore, her head stuffed with handsome faces. Barred from cultivation, she obsessed over men, attending just two days at Imperial Academy before quitting. Sima Lie indulged her rotten, granting school autonomy without pressure. Unwilling to study, she skipped freely—leaving her knowledge woefully basic and illiterate beyond rudiments.