Everyone in the secret guard corps knew that Yan Liuzhu was the sharpest and most obedient blade at the side of the Third Prince, Xiao Duhan.
She took the open attacks for him and endured the hidden arrows, only to receive a single cool, indifferent command from her master: “Leave.”
Until the day of the palace coup, when the Crown Prince plotted against her. Pierced by countless arrows, she fell into the abyss.
Everyone thought the Third Prince was cold and heartless, and would soon forget this lowly secret guard.
But who could have known that the aloof immortal, forever above the mundane world, would look at the bloodstains beneath the cliff and go white-haired overnight, losing his mind completely!
Three years later, Yan Liuzhu was living carefree in the martial world under an assumed name.
Then one night, the leader of the most famous assassin organization in the land cornered her against a wall.
The man removed his mask, revealing the most exalted face in the world. Holding ten thousand taels of gold he had just earned as an assassin, he knelt at her feet, his eyes bloodshot:
