These hands were originally used to hold swords.
Xie Yuan has been a killer for twenty-two years, and his last task was to pretend to be Shen Lanting, a counselor who had been missing for three years, and move into the Prince's Mansion.
The reward is enough for him to wash his hands in a golden basin. The condition is: after the matter is completed, the prince will kill him with his own hands.
He thought it was a deal. He imitated Shen Lanting's handwriting, tone, and habits, and his performance was flawless. But he didn't count-
The prince looked at him with increasingly hot eyes.
The prince's movements to tuck him into bed became lighter and lighter.
The prince held his hand and shouted someone else's name, but his voice was trembling.
He didn't know that Xiao Heng knew that he was fake from the beginning.
The prince who was decisive in killing in the court spoke his true feelings to an impostor every night, not because he recognized the wrong person, but because - he didn't want to wake up.
Until the real Shen Lanting comes back.
Until Xie Yuan left a letter and disappeared into the night.
Xiao Heng chased him like crazy to the ruined temple outside the city and grabbed him by the collar:
"It's his business if he comes back. It's my business if you leave. Do you understand?"
Xie Yuan looked down at the scar on his left hand - the scar that had not healed in twenty-two years.
These hands killed many people. Can't do anything else.
Xiao Heng held the hand and gently stroked the scar with his thumb:
"Then, hold my hand."
He thought he was a substitute, but he didn't know that the other party had already been sincere.
This is the story of a killer and a prince.
He thought he was acting, but he didn't know that the other party had already seen through the show, but he just couldn't bear to leave.
