Yan Xingyu, the frail yet dazzlingly talented son of the chancellor, was a sickly, paralyzed man devoted to Buddhism who endured every hardship—earning him mockery from the capital’s elite for his supposed weakness. The Seventh Prince of the capital, temperamental and ruthless with unmatched martial prowess, was a slacker in his studies, derided by his brothers as an empty-headed fool. Then, by a twist of fate, they swapped bodies. *** Strange tales emerged in the capital, like the unlearned Seventh Prince stunning the court with his brilliant exam performance, winning imperial praise. Or how the chancellor’s feeble, bedridden son kicked his tormentor halfway across the street, leaving them coughing blood—leading onlookers to hail it as a modern medical miracle. #Seventh Prince: How was I supposed to know you were faking paralysis?# #Yan Xingyu: How was I to know you were pretending to be an idiot?# —You’re hopeless in letters, I’m useless in arms—a match made in heaven.