I, Luo Qingyin, failed to assassinate Su Rong for the ninety-ninth time, and the system announced that the strategy mission was about to go bankrupt.
So I turned around and married the prince, and poisoned the emperor with my own hands on the wedding day.
When the dragon chair was stained with blood, I chuckled: "Your Majesty, happy cooperation."
Su Ronghe's crazy laughter came from behind: "Guess... Why every assassination is just a little bit close?"
He opened my hand that was holding the poisonous hairpin and kissed my blood-stained fingertips as the whole room screamed:
"Because I'm waiting for you to kill this old guy so that I can marry you in good name—"
"My, accomplice."
Intention: Be yourself and love yourself.