An assassin had appeared in Hongcheng City.
Three Ears worked in secret like a ghost; a dagger was tempered for a hundred days, spent in a single day.
Every day, Bai Yujun sat dozing against a wall by the street, Hengdao cradled in her arms, quiet and sparing with words as she waited for work. After more than a month, she had only taken five or six jobs and earned several hundred taels of silver.
No constables came knocking, nor did the authorities make inquiries. No one wished to provoke a god of slaughter.
Stealing half a day of leisure from this fleeting life, she slept at the street corner until dusk. Pedestrians hurried home, and only the fiery red of the sunset remained. The sounds of spatulas and the fragrance of cooking drifted from every household, while a faint haze of thick firewood smoke hung over the city.
She put away her signboard and bought a roast goose to fill her stomach. From afar, she spotted Du Ding, the great young wastrel who had hired her for her first job, running over. Du Ding now looked sleek and rosy-cheeked. Since his elder brother had died without explanation, he had become the family's only son. Even the aunt who had once made things difficult for him now had to curry favor with him. He had truly turned over a new leaf and become master of his own house.
"Heroine, everything you asked me to do has been done."
Bai Yujun was sitting in a shop eating roast goose. She pointed across from her, indicating for the great young wastrel to sit.
Du Ding tried his hardest not to look at that breathtakingly beautiful face that could topple kingdoms, afraid he might fail to restrain himself and anger the god of