Su Qiushui transmigrated into the body of an assassin.
The moment she opened her eyes, the original owner's memories flooded into her mind. She was a death soldier disguised as a dancing girl, and tonight she had to kill the tyrant Duan He. Someone was waiting outside to help her escape. Once the deed was done, she was to set a fire as the signal.
The tip of her blade was just an inch from the tyrant's throat.
But her hand was shaking.
The man before her lounged against the dragon bed, reeking of alcohol, his robe hanging open. He looked like a foolish drunk, ripe for the taking. Killing him would be easy.
But Su Qiushui knew the plot. If she struck, she'd be captured on the spot and executed by slow slicing. That's how the original owner died in the book, in chapter three, without even leaving her name behind.
The blade moved an inch closer. Duan He's Adam's apple bobbed.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
They were terrifyingly clear. He wasn't drunk in the slightest.
"Your hand's shaking that badly, and you call yourself an assassin?"
Her mind raced. In a flash, she turned her wrist and sliced her own palm with the tip of the blade. A drop of blood rolled down.
"Your Majesty, someone outside is trying to kill you. I came to warn you."
Blurb written on October 6, 2026. Entire story revised. Cover image sourced from Xiaohongshu's Caomu Shuguan.
One-on-one, both inexperienced, happy ending
Theme: The one you love may be beyond mountains and seas, but all mountains and seas can be crossed
