The Empress Uncontrollable
Identities

Seeing Ailing's surprised expression when he heard the word behead from his lips, then Prince Song released his cloak and with a rough stomp Ailing fell.

Uhuk-uhuk-uhuk! Ailing. He tried to breathe as fast as possible to fill the pockets of his lungs that had almost run out of oxygen.

“Listen, if you still want to say that you are Ailing, then you should know that the Princess Ailing I married is as smart and free as she is, even though she is, he will never reach the kingdom of Masarata.

And the people of the kingdom of Masarata never once set foot in this kingdom,” Prince Song said.

Ailing swallowed his saliva. Yes, he is rash because he only cares where he can get the gurame fish. He thought by looking for a kingdom in Southeast Asia only through a map that he read from the library, he could get it without thinking about other risks.

This time Ailing realized that he could no longer dodge.

“What should I tell him? Would he believe me if I said I was the one reincarnated into this world. But if I don't say such a thing, I will definitely be considered as a fraud or another royal spy.

And true to his words, if I am accused of being a spy then the punishment I receive must be the death penalty,” Ailing monologue in my heart.

Then Ailing sat down. He was cross-legged, straightened his back, raised his gaze and looked straight at Prince Song. “Good, I'll say everything,“ he said.

Prince Song kept silent, waiting for what Ailing would say.

“Trust me or not, actually I am a person from the future,“ said Ailing calmly.

“The expression on his face turned calm, is this really him,” the inner Prince Song as he continued to observe Ailing's facial expression.

“In the twentieth century I was a successful businessman and I was destined to die horribly. After that my soul returned to this time and entered into the body of Princess Ailing.

Yes, actually Princess Ailing is dead. He killed himself when you were married,” Beber Ailing still with the same expression.

“What he said about the moment he collapsed in the middle of the wedding, the inner” of Prince Song who kept trying to digest and match what happened.

“So you said that you are not Princess Ailing?“ prince Song asked as he continued to pay attention to Ailing's every move.

“Yes, my soul name is Aira, but this body still belongs to Princess Ailing. I am here to continue his life as well as my own,” Ailing replied firmly.

A moment later Jongki suddenly appeared behind Ailing. He quickly ambushed and held Ailing's hand back. Ailing fell down, her head stuck to the floor while her face was now staring at Prince Song with a cold expression.

“Hold him,” Prince Song's orders while continuing to stare at the face of the woman who married him some time ago.

“Listen, I've been telling the truth. Give me a chance to prove everything!“ yelled Ailing while standing up for being dragged away by Jongki.

“If you put me in jail, you are a coward. You don't deserve to be called a hero! Only cowards who don't want to see reality!“ ailing shouted as Jongki dragged her out of the room.

“Stop!“ shouted Prince Song.

Then Jongki stopped the drag, but his hand kept Ailing's hand.

“Yes, you're a coward if you don't want to give me a chance. I am sure you are not a narrow person until you cannot accept strange things in this world,” Ailing said in a defiant tone.

He knew if it wasn't like this, then he wouldn't have had a chance. And maybe his life will end today.

Prince Song smiled cynically. “If you want to kneel down and ask me for forgiveness, then I will set you free and you do not need to explain anything,”.

“I'm not stupid, if I want to do that for sure tomorrow morning my head will be beheaded,” Ailing's inner while clenching his hands strong.

“No. I can prove that I am a person from the future,” Ailing replied firmly.

Prince Song's cynical expression turned cold again. “I'll give you until dinner,” he said.

Prince Song turned to look at Jongki. “Bring him to his room, don't let him out a single step from his room. No one can find him,” he said.

“Good prince,” replied Jongki who then pulled back Ailing's hand.

A few minutes passed by, and Ailing had already entered back into the full garden, where his room was.

“Jongki can I meet with Xin Ya?“ ask Ailing.

“Sorry Madam, can't. Prince Song already said no one should see you,”, Jongki replied firmly.

Ailing then bit his lips to hear Jongki's words. “Alright, then I ask you please just tell Xin Ya that I'm fine. She doesn't have to worry, and don't tell her the truth,” pinta Ailing.

“Good Mistress, I will do as you want,” replied Jongki calmly.

After that, Jongki left Ailing's room. Ailing now stepped towards her bedroom bed. He took off the slop shoes he used and then laid his body on the bed. His eyes glared at the aglow thinking about what he had to do to prove his point.

“What should I use so that I can prove that I am a person from the future? Should I speak English or another language?“ ailing Mumm.

“Ah, no. He could have thought that if I had learned this language from someone else,” Ailing broke his own mind. He then tilted his body. “Do I need to make a dish from my place?

But what kind of cuisine can prove that I am not of this age? Hamburger, pizza, or pasta? Or better I just make empek-empek or rendang?“ muttered.

Ailing was silent for a while, he just kept trying to pick one of the foods that should not be made by people in this age, but suddenly his confidence disappeared.

“No, he could have assumed I learned this from another kingdom just like when I made satay back then. The proof was that he also believed just like that when I said it,” muttered Ailing again.

Then he turned in another direction. “What, come ... Ailing what? Think of something that could not exist in this age! Anyway something that he should not know and never thought of before,” Ailing said as he batted his head.

And after a long time Ailing rolled around to think about it, suddenly his eyes twinkled.

“Ah yes I know!“ he jumped off that bed.