My name is Murong An, codename “White Weasel.” I’m the Empire’s strongest all-round secret agent. Three years ago, I was ordered to infiltrate “Dark Night,” the world’s most dangerous supernatural organization, and become one of its core members. A year ago, I received a new order: as a spy from “Dark Night,” I was to approach and infiltrate the royal family of Northern Yan, the Empire’s enemy. One imperial decree transformed me from a secret agent who could turn the tides of the world into a palace candidate awaiting selection. I bear two missions, treading carefully within the palace walls. Here, there’s a noble consort who sees me as a thorn in her side, a consort who seems gentle but is deeply calculating, and a young emperor who is always smiling yet impossible to read. They use schemes; I use my fists and technology. They rely on treachery; I rely on acting skills honed through countless trials. But just as I carefully advance my plans, convinced I have everything under control, I discover that the shrewd emperor saw through my identity from the very beginning. The trap he laid for me is a true inescapable net.
