I, the Infamous Heir, Conquered the Crown Prince’s Consort from the Start - Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: Starting with the Crown Prince’s Consort Lying Beside Me.

“Chu Feng, how dare you! I am the Crown Prince’s Consort, and yet you actually dare to…”

Huh?

The furious scolding echoing beside his ear left Chu Feng momentarily dazed, confusion flashing across his eyes.

Hadn’t he already detonated C4 in the Alps, dragging those elite agents chasing him down into death with him?

So why wasn’t he dead?

And more importantly… beneath him, there was clearly the soft, unmistakable body of a woman.

At that moment, a violent, inexplicable heat surged from his lower abdomen, erupting through his entire body in an instant. His blood seemed to ignite, burning fiercely as if it would boil over.

“I’ve been drugged!”

Chu Feng reacted instantly.

As the former king of the dark world, he was intimately familiar with such tricks. However, the potency of this drug far exceeded anything he had ever encountered. It was devouring his reason, tearing down his sanity bit by bit, leaving only an overwhelming urge to release.

He lowered his head and looked at the stunning beauty beneath him. In that instant, the last shred of restraint collapsed completely.

Without hesitation, he leaned down and kissed her fiercely.

Soon, the woman’s furious protests dissolved into soft, alluring moans.

…

As the drug’s effects fully faded, Chu Feng finally regained his clarity and began to reassess everything before him.

“Damn it… I actually transmigrated!”

After absorbing the massive flood of unfamiliar memories in his mind, Chu Feng couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

That’s right. He had transmigrated.

After dying alongside those elite agents, his soul had crossed into this fantasy world and possessed someone with the exact same name.

And his identity in this life…

The Chu Feng of the Great Qian Empire, heir of the Northern Suppression King’s Manor.

A… universally despised, infamous top-tier wastrel!

His grandfather, Chu Tianyuan, was a founding veteran of the Great Qian Empire. He had expanded its territories with countless military achievements and was personally granted the title of Northern Suppression King by the late emperor, becoming the first non-royal king in the empire’s history.

His father, Chu Kuanglong, was the empire’s number one war god and the Northern Suppression General. He commanded vast armies and guarded the northern borders, once slaughtering 300,000 barbarian troops. Under his command, the Northern Suppression Army struck fear across all directions.

His elder sister, Chu Qingge, was a once-in-a-millennium sword prodigy of the top sect, Heavenly Sword Mountain. She had been praised by the sect’s ancestor as possessing the “bearing of a Sword Immortal,” with boundless potential ahead.

He also had two uncles, both holding the rank of general and wielding immense power.

This background was so powerful it was almost absurd.

Yet the original owner of this body was utterly useless.

He excelled at eating, drinking, gambling, and pleasure-seeking, but not a single proper matter was handled by him. Frequenting brothels and listening to music had become his daily routine.

Whenever the citizens of the capital mentioned the heir of the Northern Suppression King’s Manor, they would only sigh and shake their heads. He was publicly acknowledged as the number one wastrel of the Great Qian Empire.

“Damn it!” Chu Feng cursed again, rubbing his throbbing temples. “In my previous life, I ruled the western dark world and had a 1 billion USD bounty placed on my head by ten nations. And now I’ve ended up in the body of such trash?”

What made it worse was that the moment he transmigrated, he had been drugged and set up. It was an unbearable humiliation!

Chu Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in his heart, and looked again at the woman behind him who had been ravaged into unconsciousness.

Her identity surfaced instantly in his mind.

The Crown Prince’s Consort… Su Youwei.

The future empress of the Great Qian Empire.

“…Damn.”

Chu Feng couldn’t help but curse again.

He had just placed a bright green hat on the current crown prince.

This start was truly explosive.

At that moment, hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed from outside, accompanied by barely suppressed whispers.

“Have you heard? The Northern Suppression heir and the Crown Prince’s Consort are inside this room!”

“My heavens! That heir is too bold! He even dares to touch the future empress?”

“This is going to be a spectacle. The Northern Suppression King’s Manor and the Eastern Palace will fight to the death!”

In an instant, Chu Feng’s eyes turned cold.

First, he was drugged. Then, they arranged for witnesses to catch him in the act.

A perfect chain of schemes… sinister and ruthless.

If he were caught red-handed with the Crown Prince’s Consort, the charge of “defiling the royal palace” would be enough to execute nine generations of his family.

Worse still, seven days ago, his father and two uncles had been ambushed in battle against the barbarian army. The 200,000 Northern Suppression troops were wiped out beyond the border. Both of his uncles fought to exhaustion and died in battle.

As for his father, he had been besieged by over a hundred barbarian experts, and in the end, even his body could not be recovered.

After that battle, the once-flourishing Northern Suppression King’s Manor had been reduced to only the aged king and Chu Feng, this useless heir.

Now the manor was already on the brink of collapse. If this scandal were exposed, it would be enough to completely destroy it.

This wasn’t just a trap for him… it was aimed at the entire Northern Suppression King’s Manor.

“Bastards… if I survive this, I’ll make sure every one of you behind this dies without a burial place!”

Chu Feng’s expression turned icy. His eyes flickered as his mind raced, searching desperately for a way out.

At that critical moment between life and death, his mind suddenly trembled.

Then, within his sea of consciousness, an ancient bronze coffin appeared, quietly floating.

“What the hell is that?”

Shock and suspicion surged through Chu Feng.

“Little brother, your opening situation is quite… unique.”

A woman’s voice echoed in his mind, lazy yet tinged with three parts allure and seven parts teasing.

Chu Feng’s heart jolted. The voice… came from the bronze coffin!

“Who are you?” he immediately asked within his mind.

“Hehe… your big sister is called Yao Ji.”

“As for my identity, you’re not qualified to know just yet.”

“You only need to understand that the reason you can talk to me now is because this ‘Heaven-Burying Coffin’ still retains a trace of spirituality.”

Yao Ji paused slightly, her tone playful.

“And you… are its newly chosen master.”

“Heaven-Burying Coffin? Master?”

Chu Feng froze for a moment, then a surge of wild joy rose in his heart.

A cheat! His cheat had finally arrived!

“That’s right.”

“But with your body, drained by indulgence in wine and women, you’re far from capable of controlling it.”

Yao Ji’s voice was laced with temptation, “Since you happened to awaken me, I can give you a… small bit of help.”

“What kind of help?” Chu Feng asked immediately, knowing this was no time for hesitation.

Before he could finish speaking…

Boom!

With a loud crash, the door was kicked open from the outside.

A crowd of extravagantly dressed young masters and officials rushed in, their faces filled with uncontrollable excitement and malicious anticipation.

It’s over!

Chu Feng’s heart sank.

But in the next moment, something felt wrong.

Because everyone who rushed in widened their eyes in confusion, their faces filled with shock and bewilderment as they looked around like headless flies.

“Where are they? Where’s the Crown Prince’s Consort?”

“What’s going on? Didn’t they say we’d catch them in the act? Why is only the heir here sleeping?”

“Which bastard spread false information? Made me come here for nothing!”

They looked at each other, cursing in frustration.

Huh?

Chu Feng suddenly turned his head.

Su Youwei was clearly lying behind him, her clothes disheveled, sleeping deeply.

Yet this group of people acted as if they were blind, unable to see her at all.

“No need to be surprised. Just a simple illusion. Mere mortals can’t see through it.”

Yao Ji’s lazy voice sounded again.

Chu Feng immediately relaxed, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He slowly sat up from the bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes, pretending to have just woken from drunkenness. Then he shouted at the crowd, “What the hell are you shouting for? You dare kick open my door? Are you tired of living?”

In an instant, everyone’s expressions changed drastically.

The leading young nobles were so frightened their legs trembled as they quickly bowed, “Heir, please calm your anger! We… we heard there were thieves here, so we came to protect you!”

“Protect me? I think you just wanted to see how I sleep!”

Chu Feng grabbed a pillow and threw it at them, roaring, “Get the hell out of here! Do you want me to break your legs before throwing you out?”

His unreasonable, arrogant behavior only made them believe him even more.

This was exactly the Northern Suppression heir they knew… the empire’s number one wastrel!

“Yes, yes! We’re leaving now!”

No one dared to stay any longer. They scrambled away in panic, afraid that lingering even a second longer would earn them his wrath.

Watching the empty doorway, Chu Feng finally let out a long breath.

That was close.

“Mmm…”

At that moment, a soft sound came from behind him.

Su Youwei’s long eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

At first, confusion filled her gaze. Then, as the soreness in her body and the fragmented, humiliating memories flooded her mind, she instantly woke up.

When she saw Chu Feng beside the bed, her beautiful face first turned pale, then flushed red.

“You bastard… Chu Feng, you…”

Her eyes filled with anger and shame as she instinctively opened her mouth to scream.

But in the next moment, a hand shot out like lightning, firmly covering her mouth.

“If you don’t want to die, stay quiet!”

Chu Feng’s voice was low, but it carried a chilling killing intent forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Su Youwei froze instantly.

The Chu Feng before her was completely different from the useless man in her memory.

Especially his eyes… deep and cold, like a starless night sky. Just one glance made it feel as if her soul would freeze.

Seeing her calm down, Chu Feng released his hand and said concisely, “We’ve been set up.”

In just a few sentences, he explained the drugging and the attempted capture.

Su Youwei endured the discomfort in her body and the storm in her heart as she quickly recalled the events.

She remembered receiving a message from her father last night, asking her to return to the Prime Minister’s Manor. But shortly after leaving the Eastern Palace, she had been knocked unconscious from behind in a secluded alley.

As the daughter of the current prime minister, she had grown up around schemes and conspiracies. She quickly understood the situation.

Still, she glanced at Chu Feng, suspicion lingering in her eyes. “This really… wasn’t your doing?”

“Me?” Chu Feng sneered, as if hearing the most ridiculous joke. “Crown Prince’s Consort, my reputation may be terrible, but I’m not stupid enough to dig my own grave and implicate nine generations of my family.”

His blunt self-mockery made her believe him somewhat.

After all, no matter how lustful Chu Feng was, he wouldn’t gamble his life and the entire Northern Suppression King’s Manor on something like this.

Su Youwei bit her lower lip, her gaze flickering as her voice trembled slightly. “Then what should we do now?”

Chu Feng’s eyes lingered on her for a few seconds. Looking at her face, filled with fear, shame, and helplessness, he suddenly smiled.

He reached out with two fingers and gently lifted her smooth chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Crown Prince’s Consort,” he said with a hint of amusement, “you wouldn’t want our little secret to be discovered by His Highness, would you?”