The Assassin Transmigrates: The Phoenix Perches on the Wutong Tree

After transmigrating to another world and spending ten years in the Cold Palace, all I want is to grow vegetables, raise chickens, and live quietly as a couch potato.

But the people around me...

The old woman tending the stove is a retired martial arts legend.

The orphan who serves as my attendant has become the mighty General Who Guards the North.

The down-and-out scholar I once gave advice to is now wealthy beyond measure and powerful at court.

Every one of them is fiercely loyal, and all of them serve the same person: me.

Until the emperor’s beloved consort, his White Moonlight, holds a knife to my throat.

The general wants to lead troops to purge the court of traitors.

The imperial merchant wants to cut off the royal family’s source of income.

They both send me blood-written letters with the same four words:

“Your Majesty, give the order.”

I’m clutching the secret letters, about to speak.

The Crown Prince of Yan, sipping tea beside me, sets down his cup and smiles, gentle yet dangerous:

“Want me to send in troops and find you a new husband?”

I look at the three blood-written letters in my hands, then at the hidden guards kneeling all over the courtyard, and finally at this prince, who can hardly wait to help me remarry.

Forget it. I’m done being a couch potato.