Chapter 2: Encountering a Little Devil

Her attitude underwent an instantaneous, one-hundred-and-eighty-degree reversal.

The little boy looked suspiciously at their respective heights. "It seems I am taller than you. Therefore, I am the older brother."

Su Jin, "You..."

She was about to argue, but after considering her current situation, she decided against it. She looked resignedly at the little boy, who was currently over ten centimeters taller than her. "Brother, when are you leaving? I'll just follow you. I promise not to disturb you."

She spoke with such reluctance that she nearly bit her tongue.

This "Brother" she called him was incredibly sycophantic.

Ever since the little boy realized his own importance, he immediately learned how to put on airs and began to haggle. "Then in the future, you will be my maidservant. You'll warm my bed and serve me while I wash and change. How about that?"

Su Jin gritted her teeth. "...Fine."

Fine, my ass!

The little boy looked at Su Jin cautiously. He felt that this girl, who spoke so harshly upon their first meeting, was untrustworthy. He took a few more looks, seemingly trying to determine if she was truly willing. "My name is Yun Potian. You haven't said your name yet."

Eh? He wanted a name too.

Su Jin rubbed her eyes and made one up on the spot. "Su Moqing."

The little boy was somewhat uncertain, but since he had no way to verify it, he extended his pinky to hook Su Jin's "claw." "You have to be obedient from now on. If I point east, you cannot go west. If I want you to appear, you must crawl to me even if your legs are broken."

Su Jin smiled. "Of course."

Seeing Su Jin's non-committal smile, the little boy was displeased and reiterated, "If I tell you to get lost, you must get lost far away. If I tell you to come back, you must obey my command even if you are in the middle of childbirth."

Su Jin, "..."

Childbirth! Damn, he thinks far ahead.

Seeing that Su Jin remained silent, the little boy flicked her forehead with his finger. "Did you even hear me? I'm warning you, in your lifetime, you must obey only my commands. Even if you lose a son or bury a husband, you cannot leave me."

Su Jin nodded without a word.

There were only two words in her mind: *Heh heh.*

Having finished laying out all the rules that needed to be explained, the little boy did not make things difficult for Su Jin afterward. He adhered to his noble principles of being a gentleman who keeps his word and is fond of beauties to the very end, pulling Su Jin's small hand as they walked out of the mass grave. "I reckon you haven't seen much of the world."

Su Jin looked down at her clothes.

Ignoring her appearance, which was even more wretched than a scavenger's, she attempted to argue her case. "Who says so? I am well-read and have seen much."

She was a gold-medal assassin, after all.

What grand scenes had she not seen?

The little boy looked at Su Jin's attire with disdain. She was covered in blood and mud, dirty and stinking, wearing coarse fabric without even a single pattern. He confidently exposed her. "Give it a rest. I'll tell you a bit about the outside world so you don't become hopelessly foolish and ignorant in the future, which would damage my noble image."

Hearing this, Su Jin glared at him.

A myriad of sharp gazes shot toward him, flashing with a cold light.

The little boy thought she was about to reveal her ferocious side again. "How about you walk the rest of the way by yourself?"

Su Jin was utterly embarrassed.

Being wise enough, she changed the words she was about to say into: "Is this how an older brother should treat his younger sister? You should be protecting me, taking care of me, caring for me meticulously, beating away anyone who bullies me, and shielding me from the wind and rain."

The little boy paused slightly.

Then, the corners of his mouth twitched. "I suppose so."

In saying this, he forgot that the "brother and sister" relationship was merely a conclusion drawn from their ages; in his heart, he had long since regarded her as a maidservant. Su Jin was instantly happy, relieved, and refreshed. "Then how can you insult me? You should be praising me. Come on, let the words of admiration come more fiercely!"

The little boy couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He looked at her with disdain. "You aren't worthy."

Su Jin raised an eyebrow and smiled brilliantly. "Don't worry. Even if you used every word related to praise in the world to describe me, I could accept it gracefully."

The little boy, "In your dreams!"

Ignoring Su Jin's request, he took it upon himself to educate her.

Su Jin finally gained a rough understanding of this time and space. As they walked out of the dark mass grave and were about to pass through the dense forest, the official road was within sight.

Su Jin began to calculate...

Five minutes later, inside a certain inn, the little boy took out a large silver ingot and tossed it onto the table.

He ordered food and a room with the gravity of an old man.

He was a far cry from the weeping child from earlier.

Su Jin's stomach had long been growling loudly. The sound was quite significant. The little boy looked at her in surprise. "Why aren't you eating?" Su Jin swallowed hard and pressed down on her abdomen, trying to make her stomach behave. "I'm not hungry."

There were no other customers in the shop at this time.

In the quiet atmosphere, the owner and the waiter watched this table with intense focus.

Su Jin feigned ignorance, smiling innocently. "Brother, you keep eating. I'll go play outside for a bit." Having said that, she took the silver she had swiped from the little boy and left, her feet moving like the wind, running as if wolves were chasing her from behind.

That was clearly a shady establishment!

Even if it was secluded, it shouldn't be completely devoid of customers.

Furthermore, when the waiter brought the food just now, there were still traces of blood embedded in his fingernails that hadn't been cleaned. They were serving vegetarian dishes, which didn't require slaughtering chickens or sheep. He had likely just killed someone, and the blood hadn't even coagulated yet.

Forgetting how long she had been running, Su Jin stopped.

She frowned.

She had stolen his silver, yet she was watching him walk straight into the hands of bad people. Was that immoral? But if she went back, she might not find such a good way to escape again.

Besides, what need does an assassin have for morality?

Torn...

Ten seconds later, Su Jin turned around and sprinted back in the direction she came from.

By the time she arrived, she suddenly felt even hungrier.

She really wanted a bowl of noodles, her eyes brimming with tears.

Within her sight, the little boy was fighting the shop owner and the waiter. His moves were crisp, and he killed invisibly amidst the flying jade flute. Admittedly, the little fellow was short and lacked physical strength, but his techniques were bizarre. To the shop owner and waiter, who only knew how to act like thugs and didn't understand orthodox martial arts, it was like slicing a cucumber.

Seeing the situation clearly, Su Jin immediately burst through the door, attempting to slip away.

Unfortunately, she was too late.

The little boy performed a few light flips in the air and caught up to Su Jin, grabbing her clothes from behind. "I knew your hands weren't clean, but I didn't expect you to steal two hundred taels at once. Have you gone crazy from poverty?"

Su Jin shook her head like a rattle.

She resolutely refused to admit it!

The little boy walked in front of Su Jin and sized her up. He grabbed her sleeve forcefully, pulled out the silver from inside, weighed it in his hand, and pressed the jade flute against Su Jin's throat. "Caught red-handed with the stolen goods. What else do you have to say?"

A sharp edge was hidden between his brows, like dark clouds rolling in.

Su Jin said nothing. She lowered her head, her face filled with profound grievance and a sense of repentance that was plain to see. If she had regained her skills, she might have been able to fight him, but now, it was clearly impossible to win; she couldn't even exert half the lethality of those techniques.

She could only show weakness.

It was all the fault of her own misplaced sentiment!