The Mischievous Demon Consort Was Actually an Assassin

Feng Xueyi had amnesia.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself chained to the bed, a silver-white chain running from her ankle to her neck.

A beautiful woman in imperial robes, with a stern expression, ran one hand from Feng Xueyi's waist up to her wrist and then her collarbone, before slipping it under the collar of her clothes.

Was she still searching??!

Feng Xueyi: What is this, some kind of forced-capture scene?

Feng Xueyi struggled with her eyes shut. "You can forget about it! I'd rather die than become your captive!"

The empress, who was just removing the last hidden weapon from her collar: ?

Feng Xueyi was imprisoned in the palace and denied her freedom. Worse, the empress, a vile woman who had taken her by force, even dared to divide her attention between others.

Feng Xueyi punched the concubines in the harem who tried to steal secrets, kicked the foreign princess who harbored ill intentions, and insisted that the empress carry her home whenever it rained and she didn't feel like walking.

The empress: ...

She raised such a ruckus that the whole realm was thrown into chaos. Everyone thought she wouldn't live long, but instead she became the most favored person in the harem, receiving all the empress's love.

The ministers wept bitterly. "Vixen! She's bewitched Her Majesty!"

Then one day, the vixen discovered a wanted poster in the empress's secret chamber. The person on it held a sword, her face cold and her eyes half-lidded, looking at others as if they were insects.

Most importantly, she had the exact same face as Feng Xueyi!

The vixen, Feng Xueyi: ...I knew it! So I'm just a substitute after all. I, Feng Xueyi, refuse to be anyone's substitute!

The vixen stormed out of the palace, determined to make the scumbag empress suffer and regret it forever. But on her way out, she accidentally banged her head and knocked her memories back into place.

The world's greatest swordswoman, known as the Sword of Freedom, and an assassin: Awkward. This is incredibly, incredibly awkward...

But just as she reached the pass, the city gates were shut tight, and everyone was on edge.

Hooves clattered. The visitor's imperial robes and wide sleeves were disheveled, and her face was tense with a chilling urgency.

The empress of the realm, born to supreme power, clasped her wrist with feverish warmth, revealing a love too deep to measure.

The empress: Heh. You slept with me, and now you want to run without taking responsibility?

Little skit

Feng Xueyi: Carry me back to the palace.

The empress (looking conflicted, but somehow carrying her without question): Why should I carry you back?

Feng Xueyi: Because you won't let me leave!

The empress, who had only planned to use her to lure out her accomplices: ...

Later, when faced with the vixen who had run away from home, the empress seriously considered just how high the palace walls would have to be to keep the world's greatest swordswoman locked up.

A short, sweet story! Really short! Really sweet!

Theme: Boldly pursue what you want!