Princess Agent Is Not a Person to Be Trifled With

"Why?"

Chu Qiao ignores the cold muzzles surrounding her and stares at the cynical man in front of her.

Her hand is slightly shaking. This, together with the greasy feeling in her hand, makes her almost lose grasp of the gun.

"Why? Chu Qiao, don’t be naive." The man unties the first button, and under the moonlight, his collarbones are particularly tempting. He gives an evil but enchanting grin, "It's your father's fault, he shouldn't have made you take over the gang."

"Farewell, Chu Qiao."

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Two shots ring out at the same time.

In the 15 years of her career as an assassin, it's the first time she failed, because the person in front of her is the one she uses all her strength to love, and now she barely has the strength to hold the gun.

Chu Qiao presses against her chest and watches the blood gushing out of her body. She mocks at herself. She should go to hell after she dies...

After all, people like her who have blood on their hands should go to hell.

"Princess, wake up... Princess!"

"Tut, I didn't know hell is so noisy?" Chu Qiao tries to open her eyes, but the pains from her limbs hit her all at once, almost making her pass out again.

Fortunately, she is a well-trained ace assassin, and she takes them all in, with her teeth clenched. After a while, the pains subside, and she opens her eyes.

In front of her is a 15- or 16-year-old servant girl. Her hair is tied up in double buns. Now she is crying. Her tears drop like raining.

Chu Qiao props herself up with one hand and looks at the little girl in confusion: "Who are you?".

"I am Qing Luo (lit. Vine), your maidservant, don't you recognize me, princess?"

Wait, princess? What princess? Chu Qiao looks at her own hand, confused, and she notices that her hands are particularly fair with delicate fingers like spring onion roots. She is 100% sure that these are not her hands.

She has many scars and thick calluses on her hands from all the training throughout the years, which are terrible.

Chu Qiao presses her hands against her heart and forces herself to calm down. Her mind is running at full speed. A reasonable explanation comes to her mind in just a fleeting moment- she was reborn.

Now that she is given a second chance, she will never go over the same old pattern in this life. She will kill every unfaithful guy once she sees them, with no mercy!

The whimper makes Chu Qiao a little unhappy. She hates people crying all day. Only the weak cries. But the joy of rebirth sets her in a good mood. She waves her hand, and says, "Alright, stop crying. Don't your ancient people always say that there will be future blessings if someone survives a catastrophe."

"Ah, future blessings? I'm afraid your life is too miserable to afford that." A coquettish smile comes first, then comes the exquisite fragrance.

A woman in a violet tulle dress comes in, twisting her waist and lifting the bead curtain with her hand which is painted with aquamarine nail polish.

When Qing Luo sees the visitor, her face suddenly turns pale, and she subconsciously steps in front of Chu Qiao, making a stiff curtsy and saying: "Rui... Madam Zheng."

Chu Qiao's thoughts are interrupted. She frowns at the visitor, and says coldly: "Such a crow. Spit out anything you want to say, or just get out of here!"

"How dare you tell me to get out of here?" Zheng Ruir shivers from anger, and her eyes are like sharp blades piercing through Chu Qiao, as if she wants to eat Chu Qiao alive. She wears countless layers of make-ups, and her face is already as white as a ghost. Now her cheeks are turning red with anger, like a clown in a circus.

"Tut", Chu Qiao puts a soft cushion behind her back and leans against it, playing with her delicate fingers while squinting at Zheng Ruir. She says casually, "You have two choices, either vanish out of my sight, or vanish from the world forever."

Zheng Ruir somehow feels a chill down her spine. She points at Chu Qiao, "You ....you!"

At this time, a maidservant in a peach red dress comes in. She makes a soft curtesy and says, "Madam Zheng, my master sends an invitation to you."

"Ah, Miss Xia Tao (lit. Peach)." Zheng Ruir quickly switches into a flattering smile. "I wonder what your attendant consort invites me for."

"It’s a beautiful night. The Attendant Consort is giving a banquet in the courtyard, and Madams are all invited to this banquet to appreciate the moonlight.” Xia Tao say, smiling, “Madam, you’d better hurry up. My master doesn't like waiting for others." Having her nose in the air, she turns around and leaves without a glance at Chu Qiao.

"After you, miss, I’ll join you right away." Zheng Ruir says to Xia Tao. And then she turns to Chu Qiao and gives her a ferocious stare, “You are lucky this time, but not next time. Let's go."

"What a clown!” Chu Qiao doesn't want to waste her time on that “clown”, so she rolls her eyes at her and ignores her crap.

Qing Luo breathes a sigh of relief gently. While making tea, she mumbles with an undertone of anger: "Madam Zheng, Madam Zheng! She used to be a maid too before she climbed up the Prince Regent’s bed using her good-looking face. Now she’s getting so far above herself that she’s even been rude to my princess!"

Chu Qiao pays no attention to anything outside. She tries to remember things in the past and gradually remembers some things. She is the eldest daughter of General of Hussars. When she was born, she got the title of the Princess Ning'an and was arranged to marry Prince Regent. It can be said that she is the most noble girl among the noble women and the brightest pearl among the pearls.

What! The Princess should have had an incredible life. How could this be ruined by herself... no, I mean, by that "Chu Qiao"? Chu Qiao can't help judging silently. As she continues to search in her memory, she chuckles and says to herself, "I used to come out from the raging battlefield without a scratch. Now I don’t believe that just a few small potatoes can escape from my hands."

Qing Luo looks puzzled: "What are you talking about, princess? Why I can't understand at all?"[xl1]

Chu Qiao waves her hand and says, "Nothing to be worried about. Qing Luo, help me to get changed."

"Getting changed? You are not fully recovered yet. Where are you going?" she asks.

Chu Qiao gives a subtle smile: "I'm going to appreciate the moonlight obviously."