Young Marshal, Would You Rather Take a Bullet or Take Me?

A clash of equals | Deadly sexual tension | Republican-era revenge | Double identities

She is Su Manqing, the dazzling head of the Yunhua opera troupe, captivating everyone on stage with a single glance, every smile and frown brimming with charm. She is also the top assassin “Nightingale,” who claims lives under cover of darkness. When her stunning sword flashes, blood stains her robes. He is Shen Ling, a stern, icy young marshal who commands a mighty army, his bones steeped in the smoke of war and power firmly in his hands.

Their first encounter is a fleeting glance beneath the opera stage, sparks flying at once. He craves the deadly allure beneath her scarlet lips, while she is enthralled by the restrained strength beneath his uniform. The sexual tension reaches its peak with every clash. “Young Marshal, the bullet or me, which will you choose?” she asks with a radiant smile, even as she presses her gun to his heart. Will he choose a cold bullet through his chest, or succumb to the intoxicating tenderness that consumes him to the bone?