"Three days from now, you will use this dagger to assassinate the Yan Emperor. Do you understand?"

The young eunuch looked at Shen Jiao, whose pale, snow-white skin made her dark, bottomless eyes appear as gloomy and sinister as an ancient well, sending chills down one's spine.

Shen Jiao's heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed hard, feeling rather utterly confused. Assassinate the Yan Emperor? The mission the little eunuch spy was talking about was quite different from what she knew.

The Wei envoys had been at Langya Pass for four or five days. Half a month ago, the Wei army suffered a crushing defeat in a battle against the Yan army. Resentful but powerless, the Wei emperor, under the persuasion of his ministers, had no choice but to lower his noble head and send twelve carefully selected beautiful dancers to Langya Pass to appease the Yan emperor in the name of seeking peace.

Shen Jiao harbored deep doubts.

What happened to the promised handshake and reconciliation? Why the sudden assassination attempt on the Yan Emperor?

Are all men this fickle?

Okay, even if Emperor Wei is two-faced, shouldn't the normal procedure be to first fail to please him, then get angry and embarrassed, and finally fight to the death in a fit of rage?

Just kidding! This eunuch spy actually skipped the first three steps and directly told her to go and die. What grudge could she possibly have? She wouldn't agree to that!

Shen Jiao cursed the little eunuch inwardly, thinking that although he was handsome, he was damnably cunning. She asked, puzzled, "Why?"

The eunuch narrowed his long, narrow eyes and smiled, explaining, "Because this dagger is as thin as a cicada's wing and incredibly sharp; it can easily remove bones and tendons."

Shen Jiao: Hmm? Isn't this brother focusing on something a little off?

His tone was serious, but his expression was languid and carefree, making him seem extremely casual and unrestrained. He slowly uttered the four words "picking bones and tendons" as easily as peeling an orange.

Shen Jiao shivered for no reason, cursing herself for her bad habit of imagining things all the time.

Seeing that she remained silent, the eunuch smiled and said, "You don't believe me? Then I'll demonstrate for you."

On the surface, it was an inquiry, but the knife was actually placed on the pale, firm arm, instantly drawing blood. The blood slid down the skin's texture, congealing into a crystal-clear blood bead, which splattered onto Shen Jiao's shoes.

Shen Jiao: "???"

On the fresh wound, she could vaguely see several scabbed marks, long and thin, intertwined like a cheap spider web. She immediately imagined the scene of the little eunuch smiling and elegantly mutilating himself, both alluring and eerie.

Shen Jiao gasped. This little eunuch must be out of his mind. She quickly grabbed him and said, "I believe you! I believe you, okay?"

"Alright." The eunuch's smile faltered, and he pulled out his sleeve, his tone full of regret at being interrupted. "Seeing how reluctant you are, how about I try my hand on you a few times?"

"..." Shen Jiao was a little confused by this train of thought, and her lips twitched: "There's no need for that."

"Alright then." The eunuch's tone was even more regretful, as if he had missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He casually wiped his wound with his sleeve, expressionless. To be honest, he was more casual than someone who would wipe the floor or dust. Sure enough, his rough movements caused him to bleed even more.

Shen Jiao: "..." This is probably the legendary "killing a hundred enemies while losing three thousand of your own," doesn't he feel any pain? This little eunuch is so strange.

She inadvertently noticed that when the little eunuch spoke these words, his eyes were unusually bright, like two sparkling pearls, and even his cold and aloof tone became lively, like a mischievous child eager to try.

Eager to try? Eager to cut her twice? Shen Jiao's face turned green.

"That's not what I meant. What I was going to ask was, why the sudden assassination of the Yan Emperor? The key question is, why me?"

Compared to the other dancers, regardless of status or credibility, she was clearly the one most likely to run away.

The eunuch spy carefully cleaned the dagger and handed it to her. Despite his impatience, he reluctantly answered the second question under Shen Jiao's deliberate emphasis: "Because you are very bold."

Daring?

Shen Jiao was slightly taken aback. Had she heard correctly? All she did every day was eat and sleep, and she didn't even dare to leave her room. Was that what you called being brave? She was so wronged.

"Personally, I think this reason is clearly inconsistent with the facts. Shouldn't someone else be chosen to do this great thing that brings glory to the country?"

"Okay." The usually cold and unapproachable eunuch suddenly became very agreeable.

Shen Jiao almost burst out laughing: "Really?"

Yan Sheng nodded: "Really, but you have to die. Only when you die can someone else take your place."

"...I was just asking." Why take it so seriously?

Shen Jiao chuckled twice to cover her fear and reluctantly completed the dagger handover ceremony. She immediately felt a heavy responsibility on her shoulders. In the martial world, one is not in control of one's own destiny, so how could she not bow her head?

The State of Wei sent a total of twelve dancers. The first eleven were beauties cultivated by Wei ministers since childhood, while she, as a vase who was forcibly added to the list halfway through, was all show and no substance. She was so beautiful that she could hardly kill a chicken, let alone kill a person.

I don't know if Emperor Wei was fooled by his ministers or if he was just not thinking straight, but he actually entrusted such a big task to a little eunuch spy. Please, the assassin is the Emperor of Yan, a great tyrant! Not some lowly soldiers. Can't you be a little more careful?

Why do I say that?

Because she was not the original body, but a lonely soul from another world, she was inexplicably sucked into this body after the original body died. Before she could even celebrate her resurrection, she was packed up by the Wei envoy and sent to Langya Pass as part of a group of dancers.

Shen Jiao was completely bewildered. She had no memory of the original owner of this body, no idea where she was from, who she knew, or why she had been chosen to carry out the assassination. In this unfamiliar place, every step she took was extremely difficult.

Fortunately, no one around her recognized the original owner of the body; otherwise, given her acting skills, she might have given herself away.

Shen Jiao weighed the dagger in her hand, looking as wilted as an eggplant after a frost.

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