After Lin Qian died, her soul transmigrated into the body of a frail, sickly princess of the current dynasty.
Carefully “set up” by her stepmother, the princess was forced to marry the Grand Tutor who controlled the court and had a violent streak.
On her wedding day, the sickly princess murdered her husband and fled, setting the whole city abuzz.
In the pitch-black night, fine rain fell like threads.
The crown prince of an enemy kingdom sat beneath the window, his porcelain-white fingertips turning the pages of a scroll.
The door flew open.
Xiao Jin looked back.
Their eyes met, right on target.
Lin Qian stood in the doorway, dressed in a phoenix coronet and wedding robes.
As if they were old friends, she shut the door behind her.
She approached him, her dark eyes shimmering and her red lips parting.
“Let me stay here for the night.”
Xiao Jin leaned against the window, looking her up and down with an inscrutable smile.
“How are you going to repay me?”
A eunuch's voice rang out from beyond the residence.
“By order of the Empress: whoever presents the princess's head will receive ten thousand taels of gold and a hereditary title!”
Lin Qian reached up and pulled off her crooked phoenix coronet. Not a trace of panic showed in her eyes as a sly smile curved her lips.
“Ten thousand taels of gold?”
She licked her lower lip and walked step by step toward Xiao Jin. Her fingertip poked his chest as she gave him a sultry look.
“Your Highness, would you really hand me over?”
Xiao Jin grasped her wrist, one eyebrow raised.
“A title and ten thousand taels of gold, Princess. Do you think I would?”
Xiao Jin's eyes reddened, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
“Could you turn around and look at me for once?”
“I can be your best pawn, too.”
Xiao Jin lifted her chin and whispered tenderly in her ear.
“Just say you love me, and I'll destroy a kingdom for you.”
“A Qian, the world can be yours. Could you give your heart to me?”