She was Jiang Li, the lowliest young cousin in the Duke's manor.
Living under someone else's roof with no one to rely on, she couldn't even stop the servants from withholding her charcoal. By day, she was a silent shadow in the inner quarters, enduring the scornful contempt of the young ladies and madams. The weight of Heir Lin Xuanmo's pitying gaze was an even greater burden, one she could never escape. She tread on thin ice, as if the slightest breeze could blow her away.
No one knew that she was also the masked poison physician "You Tan," whose skill could bring the dying back to life.
Poison on silver needles, a bewitching scent of medicine, and life and death decided in a single thought. She traveled through the shadows, healing with uncanny medical skills and killing without a trace. A veil concealed her face, and no one ever saw her true appearance. All she left behind was the mysterious mark of an ephemeral flower and a trail of unfathomable legends.
And no one could imagine that she was the leader of "Night Owl," an assassin organization that struck fear into the court and the realm!
Master of the dark night, decisive and ruthless, she controlled a vast network of death. Her heart was hard as iron and her schemes unmatched; she was the coldest nightmare of the powerful, haunting their bedsides.
Her three identities were the armor she depended on to survive, and a sword hanging over her head.
Lin Xuanmo, heir to the Duke's manor, was warm and refined, yet he always felt that clouds of mystery surrounded his cousin. His probing gaze followed her like a shadow, and unspoken feelings quietly took root, without even his realizing it. Another mysterious man, Xiao Jin, had spent years doggedly hunting for "Night Owl." He harbored an almost obsessive love and hatred for the phantom of the night, and vowed to uncover her true identity.
Until that night, when blood stained the streets!
A deadly trap targeting "Night Owl" left her with a poisoned arrow wound and her life hanging by a thread. After fighting her way out drenched in blood, she fled in desperation, like a bird with broken wings, and crashed into the courtyard of Lin Xuanmo's study.
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