In her previous life, assassin Ji Xiaoyue lost her job for having the worst performance record. The moment she transmigrated into a martial arts novel, she discovered, to her dismay, that she was a cannon-fodder spy. She crawled shakily out of a haystack and looked up to find herself face-to-face with Gu Jin, the ruthless governor whose name terrified the entire court.
Desperate to survive, Ji Xiaoyue forced a smile with all the sweetness she could muster and served up her signature dishes: charcoal-grilled pork rolls and steamed eggplant with minced meat.
Ji Xiaoyue: “I’m just a cook with amnesia who knows a little poetry, that’s all.”
The ruthless governor: “I’m just a student who came to the capital to study. My family has a little money, that’s all.”
Ji Xiaoyue glanced sideways at the expressionless, beardless man nearby.
The ruthless governor: “Oh, that’s my page, Xiao Wen.”
Ji Xiaoyue: “〒▽〒 Yes, sir. Whatever you say goes.”
