Sword Embracing the Moon

– Innocent and World-Weary Little Princess X Arrogant and Unrestrained Young Assassin –

Shang Rong was born as the legitimate daughter of the Rong Prince’s household. At her birth, strange phenomena filled the sky, and at the age of one, she was brought to the imperial palace and given the title of “Princess Mingyue.”

In the thirty-first year of Emperor Chunsheng’s reign, the emperor’s convoy journeyed southward, only to be ambushed by rebel forces, leaving the accompanying Princess Mingyue stranded in the southern province.

On that day, Shang Rong encountered a young man dressed in black in the snow. He held a blood-stained sword, with snow scattered across his shoulders, and his naturally clear, smiling eyes were remarkably beautiful.

The young man bit open the cork of his wine flask as he was about to pass by her but noticed her gazing longingly at his flask.

“Are you very thirsty?” he asked.

Shang Rong nodded.

The young man, his eyes curving with a grin, pointed his blood-stained sword toward the vast expanse of white snow. “Why not take a bite of snow?”

The delicate princess shook her head firmly. “It’s dirty.”

Amused, as if he had heard a joke, he asked, “So, you’re not bothered by *my* dirtiness?”

In the next instant, he pressed the wine flask to her lips, forcing her to take a gulp of strong liquor, satisfied as he watched her cough and blush furiously. His smile was both bold and wicked.

After he took her in, Shang Rong learned that he was an assassin. Every day, he killed people.

But after he found her, he gained a new task—taking care of her.

Her clothes had to be beautiful, her shoes embroidered and beaded. Her meals always had to include meat, and her hair, of course, had to be brushed by him.

One day, the young man, exhausted from a night of killing and barely rested for an hour, was yawning as he combed her hair. “You’re really a lot of trouble.”

His voice was slightly muffled.

“I’m sorry,” Shang Rong apologized sincerely.

“No problem.” With her looking up at him, he suddenly averted his face.

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“I must hold this sword firmly, —only then dare I ascend Yaotai to embrace the bright moon.”

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Reading Tips:

This story has a sweet and sour flavor, with mutual redemption themes.

The male lead saves the female lead not because she’s beautiful or because the author forced him to; he has his reasons, which have been clearly written in the main text.