The night before, Lin Qian had been counting the money in his savings book and planning an early retirement. When he opened his eyes again, he’d transmigrated! Other people got a golden finger, but he got a world-ending script. He’d become an abandoned assassin left at a funeral home, as low-ranking as it gets. Not only was he frail and at death’s door, he also had two souls sharing one body... Lin Qian wanted to die all over again.
“I can finally keep watch over my master again!” the little soul cried, bouncing with excitement.
Lin Qian replied flatly, “Do I get overtime pay for night watch? If not, I’m not doing it.”
“Save the master!” The little soul’s silent shout rang like thunder.
Lin Qian stood firm and bargained. “Hand over the private stash you’ve been hiding first.”
Perched in a tree, staring down a little bird, Lin Qian was deeply troubled. The steward had praised him again yesterday for his loyalty, and specially assigned him to guard the prince at close quarters. But all he wanted was to save enough money to run away... Damn heavens, why not just strike us with lightning? Whichever of the two souls dies, dies. How about it?!
The aloof Fourth Prince Yue Chen, who had few family ties, had recently taken notice of an assassin. The man was clearly terrified of dying, yet risked his life to protect him. Yue Chen could see it plainly: the assassin’s eyes were full of fear, his face showed nothing but reluctance, and he even seemed to regard him with disgust and contempt.
Disgust and contempt? Yue Chen wanted to kill him. But the assassin had faithfully taken a blade for him, so killing him would be rather difficult.
“Your Highness, one bowl of wonton noodles costs five taels of silver. Thank you.” Lin Qian held out his hand expressionlessly, while the little soul inside him was so frightened it kept hiccupping.
Silence settled over the room for a moment. Yue Chen casually tossed him a pearl. “Bring me another bowl.”
A feast for the eyes? That’s the sort of thought you have only after your basic needs are met. For someone constantly worrying about staying alive, good looks are nothing but a distraction. Take this sickly prince, for instance. Why doesn’t he go die already?! Lin Qian, face blank, took a blade for the fragile man.
Yue Chen saw his reluctance again and said, “I’ll reward you with a thousand taels!”
Lin Qian sprang forward, sword in hand, shielding his wealthy patron, and didn’t forget to raise the price. “Your Highness, you mean a thousand taels in gold, right?”
Lin Qian rolled his eyes. “Stop whining! Instead of wasting time feeling sorry for these princes and nobles who’ve eaten themselves stupid and obsessing over their palace intrigue, why not feel sorry for your own knees? You’re always being made to kneel!” ... I despise these ancient rich brats! Especially this one right here, unconscious and worth a fortune. What an idiot!
“If you don’t make money, do you expect to live on your salary until you’re sixty-five?”
“Why sixty-five?” Yue Chen asked, baffled, then suddenly delighted. “Oh, so you want us to grow old together!”
Lin Qian said coldly, “Where I’m from, sixty-five is when you’ve finally finished being worked like an ox. But with your rank, you’ll probably be locked up...”
A young man from the bottom of society stays at the bottom wherever he goes. At least he never forgets his original goal, and his miserly nature will never change. Once he has a house filled with gold, will a beautiful woman be far behind? The wise don’t fall in love. Love will find its own way to come flowing around.
Theme: If you stay true to your original purpose, your efforts will be rewarded
