After Mistaking the Wrong Person for My Savior

Kind Guanyin Sister x God of Slaughter Little Brother

Ling Shuo has hidden his identity for ten years, traveling far and wide to slaughter the wicked and treacherous.

On his first night in the capital, he takes up his sword to avenge himself and heads for the dilapidated marquis's residence.

But a woman stands before the mansion. When she catches sight of him, her eyes brighten. Unafraid of his sword, she approaches gracefully.

The woman wears plain clothes and has a jade-like face, gentle and serene. She takes a brand-new cloak from her maid, a faint dimple appearing on her cheek. Her beauty is tranquil.

"The night is late and the dew is heavy. Benefactor, your clothes are too thin. Why not put on this cloak before entering the residence?"

The sword hums, seemingly eager to cut down the woman before him.

Yet Ling Shuo seems to see the jade statue of Guanyin from the old temple where he once sheltered, the one that kept him company through long nights.

His long sword swiftly returns to its sheath. Ling Shuo accepts the cloak with composure, lowering his head to hide the brightness in his eyes.

Never mind. A kind-hearted Guanyin Sister like her surely can't be his enemy. As for when he became her benefactor, he can't remember.

*

Jiang Ling finds her savior rather interesting.

Her benefactor is only sixteen, seemingly a beautiful mountain spirit who has wandered into the mortal world by mistake. He doesn't understand worldly etiquette and likes to hug his sword and call out in a clear voice, "Sister."

No matter how many times he calls, Jiang Ling answers each time. Exasperated but indulgent, she thinks that since he's her savior, she ought to treat him well.

She indulges the boy in everything, even setting aside the rules of the capital and letting him follow her everywhere, never leaving her side.

Before long, even when she's copying scriptures at night, the boy can brazenly enter her boudoir after bathing.

His damp presence draws unmistakably close. He appears obedient as he kneels by her legs, yet they're so close they can feel each other's breath. His low voice is wrapped in a strange emotion. "Sister."

When the young man's strong arms circle around her, Jiang Ling finally realizes something is wrong. She deeply regrets their improper intimacy.

*

Jiang Ling finds it increasingly difficult to deal with Ling Shuo.

By day, the boy still shows some restraint, but at night he clings to her as though he might force his way into her bedchamber.

Jiang Ling stops yielding and decides to send Ling Shuo away. On that very day, she receives a letter from her father. After reading it, she is shocked: she had mistaken someone else for her savior.

Ling Shuo had never saved her life. In fact, he seems to have a deep-seated grudge against the marquis's family. Now she has even less reason to keep him around.

But before she can say so, Ling Shuo disappears.

She finds him in an old alley and watches with her own eyes as he deftly swings his sword and neatly cuts the throat of the Duke of Zhenguo's heir.

Blood gushes forth, and a powerful court official is dead just like that.

Ling Shuo acts as if he has merely stepped on an ant. He casually sheaths his sword, while a streak of blood by his eyebrow wriggles down his cheek like a poisonous snake.

He is still so beautiful, but he is no longer the mountain spirit in Jiang Ling's heart.

Theme: Kindness is repaid with kindness