Cold-Blooded Assassin Transmigrates: The First-Rank Black-Bellied Empress
Chapter 9: Codename 47! (8)
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The Cold Grand Hall, the Crown Princess Forced to Serve! (8)
"Lin... Your Highness, we must leave!"
Outside the door, the deputy general's voice drifted in, laced with caution.
Withdrawing her gaze from Gu Duyu's face, Lin Ying merely let out a soft sigh.
She naturally did not dare to hope that her foolish daughter would suddenly become intelligent; she must have been terrified, which was why she was being so well-behaved.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Ying finally took a step forward, pulling the young girl by her side as they walked out of the grand hall that still retained traces of eroticism.
The young girl lifted her gaze, only to see flames billowing...
Tongues of blood-red fire and blades of cyan flame were rapidly devouring this imperial palace that had once been filled with songs, dances, and laughter.
As her mother paused her steps and took a light breath of the air rushing toward them—scented with blood and the smell of burning—the corners of her bloodless lips curled into an unruly smile.
She had thought death would be the end, but she hadn't expected that all of this was merely a beginning.
It turned out that nothing had changed!
Even though she had a different body, a different name, and a different identity.
Facing all of this, Agent 47 did not panic.
Years of life as an assassin had long since trained her to maintain a calm indifference, never losing her composure in the face of any sudden situation.
This imperial palace, this woman holding her hand, this cold slaughter and these scorching flames...
They had already wordlessly told her a fact.
This life of hers was destined to be a storm of blood and wind.
This, perhaps, was her fate!
Having experienced too many instances of life and death, her heart had long since been tempered into something incredibly strong.
Even something as inconceivable as transmigration was, in her eyes, not something impossible to accept.
From the moment she opened her eyes and saw that man in black armor violently plundering within the hall, she already knew that she was no longer herself.
The top assassin known as Agent 47 was a thing of the past; now, she had a new identity, and a mother who had sacrificed everything just to ensure she survived.
It seemed the God of Fate had been somewhat kind to her; at least she had a name, and at least she had a hand to hold. What she possessed now was more than what she had in her previous life!