[Love-struck female minister × Proud, cold-faced male assassin]
To get ahead of her political rivals, Lin Qiubai went south to Jiangnan for a tax reform and met an exceptionally beautiful little beggar.
The little beggar was all skin and bones, and didn't have much life left in him. Even so, he was cold and distant, holding a broken sword like a homeless stray dog.
"Come with me, sir."
"Don't make me kill you."
Who cared what he said? Lin Qiubai forced him to come back with her and carefully nursed him with good food, fine medicine, and the best doctors. At last, she restored his trademark beauty, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. She even went to great lengths to have his broken sword reforged, while she herself was so poor she had to live on scraps.
When his injuries healed, she dropped plenty of hints. The little beggar ought to understand the saying about having the advantage when living close by, not to mention repaying a kindness.
That very night, he took the newly forged sword and left without a second glance.
She only found out later that he had come through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He was a top assassin who could perform dazzling flourishes with a sword, and his blade had once pierced her chest. He had also always kept someone in his heart.
A friend advised her, "You can't trust a stray dog." From then on, she shut her heart to love and devoted herself to her career.
On the eve of her promotion to chief minister, she saw him again, looking like a beggar. He was drenched, his body covered in wounds, yet he only gave her a cool glance, stubbornly. It was as if he were blaming her for taking so long to come.
But when they brushed past each other, his pride gave way to shock and desperation. Like someone abandoned by the whole world, he called after her, "My lord!"
In the darkness, all he heard was the soft sound of the residence gates closing.
The male lead's blurb:
The martial world is vast, and the whole world is his home. He has only a codename: "Feng."
After a lifetime of licking blood from the edge of a blade, he was left barely able to keep going, only to be harassed by a "man." As a top assassin, how could he put up with that?
He lay low in secret, watching her back and wondering how to tear her limb from limb.
She made him take medicine and nurse his wounds, ordered him to learn how to write official documents, and even held him while she slept when he couldn't move...
She was downright wicked.
She even gave him a name, "Changfeng," which sounded like the name of her servant.
But once he escaped, the farther away he got from her, the more his heart ached, as though she'd put a spell on him.
He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to go back and be her servant.
Only later did he learn that everything she did was just as dangerous as his own work. A stray dog and a wildcat: they were a perfect match.
Theme: Keep your eyes open when you fall in love.
