After Luring and Killing My Owner

When Jiang Hu was sixteen, she infiltrated the imperial capital of an enemy nation alone.

At death's door and nearly crushed beneath a horse's hooves, she looked up at the man who reined in his horse.

The seventh prince of the Jing Dynasty, silver saddle gleaming on his white steed, was like a cold moon startling the frost and snow.

On the journey back, the beauty curled up in the white-robed young man's arms and sobbed. A red mark stained the white jade of her delicate neck, while a faint smile shimmered in her lowered eyes.

Having saved the most bewitching fox and the most poisonous dove in Xili,

even the seventh prince, as bright and clear as moonlight, would fall from grace for her.

Later, they said that on the day the seventh prince was executed at the Imperial Prison, the skies over Yandu were dark with wind and rain, and blood stained every inch of the jade steps.

After completing her mission, Jiang Hu shed her old identity and returned to Xili. She was appointed state preceptor and worshipped by the people.

"I should be able to take it easy for ten years or so." The beauty smiled, breathtakingly lovely.

With the Jing Dynasty embroiled in internal strife, Xili would have no worries at its back.

Who could have known that a year later, the new emperor of the Jing Dynasty, who had seized the throne in a bloody struggle, would launch a lightning-fast invasion, his army bearing down on Xili's capital?

The ruler of Xili went to beg for peace, bowing and scraping, but the Emperor of Jing demanded only one thing:

Xili's newly appointed state preceptor.

And so Jiang Hu was bundled off and sent to the Emperor of Jing's palace.

Her eyes were bound with a light veil. She heard the palace doors open softly, then unhurried footsteps approach.

"Your Majesty..." The beauty shed tears, fragile as a lotus floating on clear water.

Long fingers traced every inch of her slender, pale neck. A gentle whisper was as cold as peach blossoms against snow.

"My little wildcat, as expected, you're obedient and know your master."

One attempted assassination, half a lifetime in a cage.

My breath carries the scent of poison, and your neck is already caught unawares in my palm.

Theme: Never give up