The Heir's Contract Sweetheart

A sharp-tongued, top-ranked assassin transmigrates into the life of a “bride brought in to bring good luck,” bullied by the entire household. She plans to run away, but the heir is far too good at winning her over, and his offers are far too generous.

Su Yuejian has transmigrated.

The moment the top assassin opens her eyes, she finds herself in a bridal sedan. A red veil blocks her view, while outside, suona horns and drums blare through the streets. She is being sent to bring good luck to the sickly heir of Prince An’s residence, whom the imperial physician says will not live through the winter.

On her wedding night, she flings off her veil and makes for the wall, only to turn and find a pair of eyes fixed on her. The man leans against the bed, his face as pale as paper, but with a faint smile in his eyes. Coughing so hard his shoulders tremble, he holds out a contract to her.

“Five hundred taels a month,” he says in a hoarse but clear voice. “Stay and play your part in this charade.”

Su Yuejian stares at the paper for a long moment, then takes it.

At first, she only intends to save enough money to leave for good. The world is wide; who has the patience to clean up the mess at this prince’s residence? But then… How should she put it? When she works late into the night poring over the accounts, there is always a cup of warm tea waiting on her desk. As she sets the household in order, he quietly gives her space, standing like a silent shield. On the night Prince Jin makes his move, he coughs so hard he can barely stand straight, yet stubbornly remains at her side.

From a contract to standing shoulder to shoulder, from a charade to true love. In the end, they celebrate a grand wedding worthy of a golden age.

The story begins with a bridal sedan, swaying as it carries her into a grand residence where she never planned to stay. It ends with their hands clasped as they walk a very, very long road together.

Su Yuejian would later think that if she hadn’t met him in that sedan, her luck might not have been bad. But her very best luck was finding him that day. Or perhaps, being found by him.