One:
When Luo Shuyi woke up, someone was pinching her chin and forcing hangover soup down her throat.
“Throw up again, and I'll cut out your tongue.”
She squinted and saw a silver-robed youth sitting by the brazier in the military tent. His brown hair was slightly curled, and his expression was haughty.
A mechanical voice rang out in her mind: “System: Transmigration into a book successful. Identity: frontier translator. Mission: tame the villainous young prince Amur and prevent the massacre of the city three years from now.”
Luo Shuyi grabbed his wrist and retorted in Mongolian, “Want to cut out my tongue? Take a number and get in line.”
She was startled by how fluently she spoke, then realized her golden finger had arrived: a trade-space for storing goods and a voice database that could translate six languages in real time.
Two:
A secret letter arrived from the Northern Frontier royal court: Kill the translator, and the prince will be pardoned.
Amur folded the letter again and again, then tossed it into the brazier.
“I don't want to be a prince anymore.”
The youth pressed the jade pendant engraved with a silver wolf, which he always wore, into her palm. “Trade this for one of your candies.”
Luo Shuyi suddenly understood: in the original story, the one who massacred the city wasn't him. It was the lonely wolf left without anyone to comfort him after she was gone.
