I am an assassin trained by King Sheng since childhood. My beauty is my sharpest sword edge. Those corrupt officials who died were all choked by my sword when they were addicted. Watching their eyes widen in shock, I felt happy.
My last assassination target was Prince Ming Zhao Jing, the youngest brother of Prince Sheng. He was actually blind, which left no room for my beauty to be used. The emperor loved Prince Ming so much that he sent many masters to guard him, making it watertight and impregnable. As a result, Prince Sheng had no choice but to send me.
"Little raccoon slave, you must remember who you are and never fall in love with him."
What a joke, how could I fall in love with a blind man.
I pretended to be a maid and approached Zhao Jing. He likes to wear white clothes and cover his eyes with white silk. His appearance is extremely beautiful, not half worse than mine. He said to me, "Little raccoon slave, your voice is nice, like a trickling clear spring. I wish I could open my eyes and look at you."
"Your Majesty, I will be your eyes from now on."
When I answered, I couldn't figure out whether I was sincere or fake.
There are also many completed short stories in the column
Intention: Love but not getting it, scratching one's head and hesitating
