Marrying Off My Sister

Qinghe is an incompetent, obscure assassin, softhearted and lacking ambition.

Jiang Fei, on the other hand, is a renowned young general of the Great Xia dynasty, ruthless and full of spirit.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would never have anything to do with Jiang Fei in her life.

But then the unexpected happened. An imperial marriage decree from the Empress Dowager ordered Jiang Fei to take his younger sister, Jiang Xue, to Chang'an to find her a husband.

On the eve of their departure for the palace, however, Jiang Xue ran away.

By a twist of fate, Qinghe took her place. She struck a deal with Jiang Fei to pose as his bride in exchange for money, and transformed herself into his younger sister.

The eligible sons of Chang'an's great families were hers to choose from.

Qinghe: "Nobody mentioned there'd be such a great deal when I came here!"

Not wanting to let the opportunity go to waste, she waved her hand grandly.

"The Minister of Rites' second son? Not handsome enough. Next."

"A rising star in the Censorate? His rank's too low. Next."

"The Prince of Cheng's heir? Too highborn. Next."

Jiang Fei rubbed his forehead. "You're being far too picky, little sister."

Qinghe was spoiled for choice. She pointed at the third-place candidate in the palace examination and steeled herself. "I'll take him!"

Luckily, the young man was handsome and courteous, just to her liking, and their wedding was set for soon. But then, on the eve of the wedding, Jiang Fei acted completely out of character and abducted the bride.

When the young man rushed over in alarm, the two were kneeling on the floor, their clothes entwined.

Jiang Fei's long fingers tenderly brushed away the tear on Qinghe's cheek, then he kissed her with reverence. In the wavering lamplight, they looked like a perfect couple.

The young man was thunderstruck. A brother and sister, defying all moral boundaries!

Qinghe opened her eyes and met the young man's gaze.

She shoved Jiang Fei away. "Are you insane? How dare you do this in front of someone else?"

Jiang Fei glanced behind him and smiled unconcernedly. He cupped Qinghe's face, his voice slightly hoarse. "You called me 'big brother' a few times, and now you really think you're my little sister?"

At first, Jiang Fei saw Qinghe only as a pawn. Once the fake marriage was over, any piece on the board could be discarded.

Even so, he had always allowed her to cross the line.

His attachment and indulgence drew him in deeper and deeper. Jiang Fei accepted it calmly, overturned the board, ruined the wedding, and wiped out all his careful plans in an instant.

Qinghe and Jiang Fei met through a deal. Everything she did was for money. So what if she was a pawn? Qinghe didn't care. They were just using each other, each getting what they wanted.

As time passed, Qinghe almost forgot she was an assassin on the run, hunted for betraying her organization.

Until she received another letter from the organization, assigning her a mission: Take Jiang Fei's life.

It turned out the organization had never let her go. They had been watching her in secret, keeping tabs on her situation.

Qinghe burned the letter without a moment's hesitation, grabbed her knife, and left.

Afraid Jiang Fei would retaliate, she slipped out of the city in the middle of the night while he was unconscious and hired a boat to escape. But when she lifted the curtain, a cold question came from inside:

"Little sister, where do you think you're going?"

#Fake little sister, real wife.

Author's note: No angst / A chaotic mix of dynasties, don't scrutinize the historical details / Elementary-school-level political intrigue.

Theme: Treat others with sincerity