(This chapter comes with BGM "Chengnan Flowers Have Bloomed"^_^)

My name is Zhu Yi.

It's an orphan.

When I was five years old, I was rescued by King Jing from the ruins, and since then I have vowed to serve him for the rest of my life to repay the grace of saving my life.

When I was very young, I started learning music and dance.

King Jing said that in the great cause of seeking the world, martial arts are often not the magic weapon to win.

For women, glamorous is the sharpest weapon.

I take this sentence to heart.

Although I don't know martial arts, I have countless blood on my hands.

When I was fifteen years old, I infiltrated the Hundred Flowers Building, and lived up to King Jing's expectations and became an Oiran.

He said, "I am a sharp blade in his hand."

He wants to use me to turn things around, stand above 10,000 people, and sit on the country.

I don't know what he's planning, and I don't care about that.

Because for me, allegiance to King Jing is the whole meaning of my life.

This time, the target is a famous general in the Great Summer.

His name is Yun Yan.

I've heard the girls in Baihualou talk about him.

He is said to be very handsome, but no one dares to approach him.

Hearing is hearing.

But when I really saw it, I was still a little surprised.

The rumored God of War general is not as tall and mighty as he imagined, but he is white-clothed and snowy, with a warm appearance like jade, with a bit of fairy spirit.

I began to find ways to get close to him.

Such a man who is not close to women, it is useless to seduce.

Rather than approaching, it is better to pursue it boldly.

After a few temptations, I am even more sure that this cold-faced and innocent young man lives in his heart.

Gradually, he began to respond to me.

In fact, it's not a response, it's just a refusal. It's not like it was at the beginning, indifferent.

To be honest, his awkward appearance, as well as the appearance of red ears, is a little cute.

It's just January, and everyone in Baihualou knows that I like Yunran.

I knew in my heart that those people were just trying to see my jokes.

But I don't care.

If you like it, you have to pursue it.

Why should you care about other eyes?

Why should we consider the inferiority of men and women.

That's right.

I like him.

The man who was as cold as an iceberg, but as careful as a needle, like a poppy, took root in my heart little by little.

He is like ice, and I am like fire.

It seems to repel each other, but they attract each other.

The situation between the DPRK and China is gradually becoming chaotic.

King Jing ordered me to go back with Yun Yan's head to restore my life.

How could I possibly kill him.

How would I be willing to kill him?

That day, I kissed him in full view of everyone.

He was nervous, but didn't look back.

I know that we are not people of the same world after all.

Just like water and fire, once they touch, they will lose both.

The task failed.

I know very well that King Jing will send someone to kill me.

Originally, I thought that this life would be picked up anyway, so I might as well lose it. Just give it back to him.

But suddenly I didn't want to die.

Because if I die like this, I will never see him again in this life.

I also want to have a drink with him again.

I also want to dance my favorite neon dance for him again.

In order to survive, I escaped from the capital overnight.

But I don't have martial arts, I don't have physical strength, and I don't know where to go.

I hid for three days in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city.

In the end, it was found.

Thankfully, though.

The person who found me was not King Jing, but Yun Yan.

I was so hungry that I had no strength and was dizzy, and when I saw the corners of my snow-colored clothes, I suddenly surged into my heart with a stable force, like a flat boat that had finally found a harbor, and then fainted.