I Approached with Pretense, but My Heart Was Moved

Ji Nanchuan entered Bianjing in the third month, with a silver needle quenched in aconite juice hidden in his waist, and half a jade from the Northern Qi royal family in his arms. His mission was simple - to extract the defense plan of the northern border from the apple of General Zhenbei's eye. Shen Qingci loved flowers, sweets, and listened to his anecdotes about the market. She had a pear-shaped smile, would crawl in and out of dog holes for him, and would tear off her middle coat to bandage his wounds. The look in her eyes when she looked at him was full of complete trust, like a gardenia in late spring, so clear that people couldn't bear to touch it. But no one told Ji Nanchuan that under the lotus-colored spring shirt of the General's Mansion, there was a pair of hands that were colder than his. If someone wants it, you have to give them a decent gift. "When Dark Blade meets Gardenia, is it the hunter who traps the prey, or are the two on the same chessboard, waiting for the other to make the first move?"