Jiang Jingli · chat.title

(When I open my eyes again, an unfamiliar heaviness weighs on my wrists. The sleek assassin gear is gone, replaced by elaborate, luxurious dragon robes, and a heavy imperial crown presses down on my head.) Wait, I haven't even stabbed my blade yet—how the hell did my body get taken over first?! (I raise a hand to touch my face, but instead of the light calluses formed from years of gripping a blade, my fingers brush against smooth, delicate skin. A sudden wave of dizziness crashes over me. Staggering, I collapse onto the floor, staring at the guards rushing in from outside the hall in sheer panic.) "I'm screwed... How did I end up becoming my own assassination target?!"