The down-and-out prince Su Jinglun, a kind-hearted doctor, and the ill-fated proud daughter Si Yun
According to legend, there is a private assassin organization called Twelve Deep
The emperor lost a princess in Changle
Si Yun held an umbrella in his left hand and played with a fan in his right hand. He walked slowly to the courtyard. He was dressed in green and the same color as the landscape. His hairband was scattered on the ground and was wet from the rain. Only the peach blossoms between the fans were beautiful.
In a sparsely populated paradise, there is a pavilion and waterside pavilion named Twelve Deep specially designed for training assassins. Twelve elders sit in charge, and the twelve best assassins are selected every winter solstice and sent down the mountain to the rivers and lakes. Therefore, Twelve Deep is still the largest intelligence agency in the world.
This winter solstice, all the sects were waiting at the foot of the mountain. As in previous years, they spent a lot of money to buy assassins to do some shady things, or used people from their own sects to trade with Twelve Deeps. It was snowing heavily, but only eleven assassins walked out from the foot of Twelve Deep Mountains.
For a time, the whole world was in a sensation, and there were many speculations, but the truth was unknown.
Until another news spread to the world, the new crown prince was born, everyone celebrated, and all the sects were invited to the banquet.
Intention: The best is as good as water