The realm had fallen, and a powerful enemy stood at the gates.
Jiang Xiaohe never imagined that a lowly maid like herself would have the courage to follow her young mistress and assassinate Prince Ming, who had stormed the city gates.
But once she actually made her move, Prince Ming seized her from horseback in an instant.
Xu Minglian, Prince Ming, had eyes like a demon and radiated a murderous aura.
Xiaohe: I'm done for!
So she could only silently calculate how much longer she had to live.
A month, a day, or... perhaps just one hour.
Jiang Xiaohe thought her life would end abruptly like this. She never expected to become a prisoner who was pampered with delicious food and drink and gently coaxed.
Was this right? Surely it wasn't.
Did Prince Ming treat all his other assassins like this too...?
Everyone knew Prince Ming, Xu Minglian, had a handsome face that was easy to like, but his heart held nothing but bloodshed and no regard for human feeling. No one would ever imagine someone like him falling in love.
Xu Minglian thought he'd be a block of wood for the rest of his life.
Until Jiang Xiaohe brought a blade down on his head.
Well, the wood had finally sprouted a spring shoot.
When he first met Jiang Xiaohe, she was obedient and loyal by his younger sister's side, like a cat, but she was stubborn and fierce toward him, slapping him twice the moment they met.
When they met again as adults, the cat bared her claws and went straight for his life, chasing him around in circles with a huge blade.
But Xu Minglian actually liked it.
He liked it even more when he turned the tables and held her blade to her, softly inviting her, "Come on, try to kill me again," and she stared at him in shock as if he were an idiot.
It was a bitter thrill.
He waited for the day Xiaohe grew tired of slapping him and stabbing him. Perhaps in the end, she would offer him a sweet date.
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Xiaohe had grown up with her young mistress. When her young mistress slapped a bad guy, Xiaohe slapped him too. When her young mistress caught chickens and stole wine, Xiaohe did the same. Her young mistress was all she cared about.
She thought she would go on living happily like that forever.
Until one day, her country fell, her home was lost, and she lost her young mistress too. Xiaohe thought that at last she would have to learn to walk her own path.
No matter. Jiang Xiaohe had plenty of strength and ways to get things done. She would find a way to walk that path well.
Theme: Learn to grow
