— Innocent world-weary little princess X flamboyant and unrestrained young assassin —
Shang Rong was born the legitimate daughter of the Rong Prince’s Manor. At birth, there were heavenly anomalies, and at one year old she was taken into the imperial palace and bestowed the title Mingyue Princess.
In the thirty-first year of Chunsheng, the Son of Heaven made a southern inspection tour and encountered a surprise attack by rebel forces; the accompanying Mingyue Princess was stranded in Nanzhou.
That day, in the snow, Shang Rong met a boy dressed in black. In his hand was a long sword stained with blood, snow covering his shoulders, and he possessed naturally clear and beautiful smiling eyes.
The boy bit open the wooden stopper of a wine gourd and was about to pass by her, yet he noticed her staring eagerly at his wine gourd.
“Are you very thirsty?” he asked.
Shang Rong nodded.
The boy’s eyes curved as he pointed the blood-stained sword tip toward the vast white snow. “How about taking a bite?”
The delicate little princess shook her head firmly. “Dirty.”
He seemed to have heard a joke. “And you don’t think I’m dirty?”
The next moment, he brought the wine gourd to her lips and forced a mouthful of strong liquor into her. Getting exactly what he wanted—seeing her cough until her face flushed red—he laughed, flamboyant and malicious.
Only after he picked her up and brought her back did Shang Rong learn that he was an assassin. Every day, he had to kill people.
But after picking her up, he gained another task—raising her.
Her clothes had to be beautiful, her shoes embroidered and inlaid with pearls, her meals must include meat, and her hair—she insisted he be the one to comb it.
——
One day, after staying up all night killing and returning with only one hour of sleep, the boy yawned while combing her hair. “You’re very troublesome.”
His voice was a little muffled.
“I’m sorry,” Shang Rong apologized sincerely.
“It’s alright.” The boy, watched by her upturned gaze, suddenly turned his face away.
——
“I must be able to hold steady the sword in my hand,
— only then would I dare ascend Yaotai, and embrace the bright moon.”
——
Reading Notes:
1. This story is sweet-and-sour lychee flavored, a tale of mutual redemption.
2. The male lead did not save the female lead because she is beautiful, nor because the author forced him to—he has his reasons, and the main text has already clearly explained them.
