On her first day after transmigrating into the body of a sweet, clueless princess consort, Shen Moran wanted nothing more than to play dead.
After all, no one knew that in her previous life, she had been an S-rank assassin in a shadowy organization. She’d killed more people than there were servants in the prince’s manor.
But the sickly prince kept testing her…
“Can Your Highness fight?”
She shook her head.
“Has Your Highness ever killed anyone?”
She shook her head again, while her inner monologue raced: Why is he asking? Has he figured me out? Should I silence him?
Then assassins attacked the manor one night, and she took down three of them with a single embroidery needle. When she turned around, the prince was standing right behind her.
He looked at the needle in her hand and smiled.
“Your Highness, is this what you meant when you said you couldn’t fight?”
She was silent for three seconds, then held out the needle.
“…Want to learn?”
