The Powerful Minister’s Deceased Wife Is Actually Me

Yun Lou was a top-tier assassin cultivated by the shadow organization Fine Blade.

After a mission failure, Yun Lou was gravely wounded and walked through the gates of death. The divine physician determined that her martial abilities were impaired and she would never wield a blade again.

The leader was regretful but ruthless, sending her off with a packet of silver.

Tired of living on the edge, Yun Lou took her pension and began a life of leisure and pleasure.

During a sightseeing trip, she encountered bandits and was rescued by a gentle, scholarly man who played the hero.

After spending a few days alone together in a mountain cave, the scholar blushed and proposed marriage, insisting he must take responsibility for her.

Yun Lou married the scholar and began a life of indolent bliss, being fed and cared for.

The scholar provided for the family while she tended flowers; he earned money, and she spent it.

When someone came to their door after she got into a fight outside, the scholar declared righteously, “My wife cannot even lift a chicken. How could she bully you?”

Hiding behind the scholar, Yun Lou nodded frantically, “Exactly, exactly!”

Life was sweet and carefree—until the leader of Fine Blade discovered the deception.

His top assassin hadn’t actually lost her ability to wield a blade; she simply no longer wanted to. She had conspired with the divine physician to stage a performance, fooling him bitterly!

Word came that Fine Blade was coming to drag her back for punishment. Around the same time, the scholar offended a local noble family.

Yun Lou seized the opportunity to fake her own death and flee without a trace.

Changing her identity, Yun Lou spent a few more idle years.

She thought the scholar had long forgotten her.

When Fine Blade found her again, the leader promised that if she succeeded in assassinating a target, she would be granted complete freedom.

Yun Lou happily agreed, surveyed the location, and crafted a plan.

On the day of the assassination, she hid, waiting for the right moment.

The target, sitting at his desk by the window, lifted his head, revealing a face strikingly similar to the scholar’s.

The once gentle, kind-hearted scholar now held absolute power, feared and reviled as a powerful, ruthless minister.

The noble family whose death she had faked had long been executed and their properties seized.

Rumors said that in the minister’s bedroom stood a memorial tablet for his deceased wife.

The “deceased wife” herself: Huh?

The blade in her hand suddenly felt uncertain about whom to strike.

A sweet, domestic post-marriage romance.

A retired, slacker killer just purely lusting after a cute guy.

I married her to take responsibility—no romantic feelings at all… wait, why am I getting so addicted? Wife, please don’t leave.

Includes a forced, possessive romance plot later. Don’t read if you don’t like it.