How the hell did I end up transmigrating into a thing like this?
Xun You, on night watch atop the eaves, drooped his eyelids and whimpered miserably
The Prince Regent’s manor keeps three thousand trained assassins. Every time there’s a mission, he gets sent out!
Two years ago, the thousand lowest-ranked assassins stayed behind to cover the retreat. He was number 2999.
A year ago, the thousand middle-ranked assassins were sent to the front lines. He was number 1999.
At the start of this year, the hundred highest-ranked assassins were selected. He was number 99.
What the hell, is this what being forced to work looks like?! Maybe some ambitious male lead could make a name for himself, but he was born without pain receptors!
Ever since he came to the manor
Every second, he’s been on tenterhooks. Every hour, he’s been in a state of constant dread. Every day, it feels like his head is tied to his waistband!
His life is in danger every moment!
Overcome with sorrow, Xun You buried his little head in his arms and started wiping away tears. Sob. A man doesn’t shed tears easily, unless he’s truly heartbroken! He used to be someone who cherished his life above all else!
All he wanted was to live in peace! Why is it so hard?
Waaah, he’s afraid of dying, super afraid!
Under the eaves of the Prince Regent’s manor
Prince Regent Pei Qici had been hearing muffled sobs for several months now, night after night, leaving him almost unable to sleep. The imperial physicians had examined him and eight out of ten diagnosed a mental disorder, but they still couldn’t find the cause.
With a dark expression, he reread each of the memorials he had already approved on his desk. The more he read, the more he felt that every court official was useless. In a foul mood, he rose and opened the window.
Well, would you look at that! A little face wet with tears suddenly turned toward him, still dotted with round, glistening teardrops. It looked as if he had startled the poor thing, who blinked at him, utterly pitiful.
The Prince Regent, who had been radiating dark energy just moments before, froze for an instant, an unusual sight. “...You?”
Xun You: “...” Help! Is it still in time to run away?
Theme: Though your body may sink into the mud, may your heart bloom toward the sun.
