In the thirteenth year of the Chengji era, top scholar Sang Jiyao brought honor to his family. The emperor thought the young man was handsome and bright, so he grandly offered him a princess’s hand in marriage, pairing a phoenix with a chicken.
But Sang had the nerve to decline with a smile, his lovely eyes narrowed. “That won’t do. To be frank, I’m a cut sleeve.”
The emperor was left speechless and avoided him from then on.
The cut-sleeve Lord Sang has two great loves: solving cases and rising through the ranks to make a fortune, and handsome men in magnificent robes and jeweled belts. As he says, “If there’s a handsome man to be had, who cares about chastity and virtue?”
The ministers all say, “Not an ounce of flesh on his face, but a hide eight feet thick. Is this man sick in the head?”
Lord Song of the Court of Judicial Review gives him a cold glance. “What? Lord Sang is a man? I’m not so sure.”
Not bad. After watching it for a while, it was very interesting and very humorous.