I transmigrated into a princess whose assassination rating was five stars.
On my first day back in the capital, I tore up the script that said a woman should be gentle, virtuous, and obedient.
With my power-hungry imperial brother, smiling ministers with daggers hidden behind their backs, and a long list of people who wanted me dead,
things suddenly changed one day.
Why not dismantle the enemy from within? Sounds good!
I sent my first “job offer” to the top name on the list, my personal bodyguard:
“Handsome, ever thought about changing careers? Meals and lodging included, and we’ll even find you a spouse.”
Later, he really did become my husband. But on our wedding night, he clutched his old blade and asked,
“Princess, who’s next on the list?”
