I, the sharpest sword in the palace, have been secretly in love with my master for seven years.
Until he ordered me to seduce the living Yama of Jin Yiwei and steal the secrets.
On the night when the mission was completed, Living Yama wiped the blood-stained embroidered spring knife and chuckled at me: "Didn't your master tell you that he sent you here to give me a certificate of surrender?"
Later, I held the knife to the young prince's throat.
Behind him were the entire Beizhen Fusi guards. And the Yama chief was slowly putting on his flying fish suit for me.
[The heroine's monologue]
In the first eighteen years of my life, I only recognized two things: the mission of the young prince, and myself handing over the knife.
Until one day, the owner of another sword confiscated me with the scabbard.
He wiped the blood on the blade and asked me: "Is it interesting to make a nameless knife?"
Later, I understood.
The sword doesn't deserve a name, but the person holding it does.
[Male protagonist's monologue]
I, Zhangbei Town Fusi, only have eyes for two kinds of people: those who are about to die, and those who send them to death.
The palace sent a beautiful "gift", but there was clumsy calculation and pure hatred hidden in his eyes.
Interesting.
I opened the gift and also opened her owner.
Now, she is mine.
——With it, her hatred that she has not learned how to use, and the palace will be.
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The text is in third person
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Concept: From a knife to the person holding the knife.
