(Your presence is etched into my soul. No matter how many times I cross the River of Forgetfulness or drink Meng Po’s soup, I’ll always be able to sense you.)
When Ling Jinyan opened her eyes, the clarity in them held no trace of fear or despair. So she had transmigrated. She was an elite assassin with nerves of steel. Though her situation was dire, it made her blood run hot with the thrill of a fight. Whether it was a battle within the household or a struggle in the palace, as long as she had a breath left in her, she would rise again and again. Then she met him.
It was as if they had owed each other a debt of love in a past life. They cared for and were drawn to each other, yet both were so proud that they kept falling in love and fighting. She stood by him through every peril, yet just as his great ambitions were about to be realized, she left with her head held high... His subordinates worried that she was related to an enemy general, never guessing that her true identity was even more frightening to them.
