His Secret Guard

She was a secret guard, codenamed 37, later named Qingge by Ning Wang.

One day, she narrowly escaped death and was sent out to recover from her injuries. On the way, someone approached her, claiming she resembled the young lady he served. The young lady was suffering from a chronic illness, and he asked her to take her place in the wedding, hiding the truth from the groom for five months. The man offered her a generous sum of silver notes, and Qingge, being greedy, accepted.

But what she never expected was that the fiancée’s groom turned out to be none other than her master, Ning Wang…

Fortunately, no one knew the face of the secret guards, except for Heaven, Earth, and their Pavilion Master. Ning Wang had no idea. Qingge successfully hid her identity and cautiously played the role of a Wangfei.

Ning Wang was extraordinarily handsome but had a violent temper. One day, while investigating a traitor, he harshly interrogated all the secret guards. One of them ended up being punished for a trivial matter, receiving a hundred whip lashes, leaving the ground stained with blood. Ning Wang remained indifferent.

The Emperor arranged a marriage for Ning Wang with the legitimate daughter of the presitigious Xiahou clan of Ganliang. The Wangfei was gentle, charming, and pure in nature. Initially, Ning Wang was indifferent and cautious but eventually fell for her.

After ten months of pregnancy, the Wangfei gave birth to a son. When she returned after a visit to her natal family, Ning Wang gripped her by the throat and coldly demanded, “Where is this prince’s Wangfei?”

Though the woman before him looked alike, she was not her.

It was then that he realized the Wangfei he had shared his life with was a fake, brought in by the Xiahou family with money!

In his fury, Ning Wang unleashed a bloodbath.

Afterward, he searched everywhere for that woman, but despite turning the world upside down, he could not find her.

Three years passed, and Ning Wang’s initial rage and hatred turned into silence and contemplation, eventually giving way to quiet coldness.

Until one day, under the dim light of the waning moon, he gazed at the fallen phoenix tree leaves at his feet, covering the elongated shadow of the secret guard behind him.

In a low voice, he asked, “Is it you, isn’t it?”