[Wuxia + The Martial World + Legend] + [Transmigration + Absurd Comedy + Tearjerker]
“In this chaotic martial world of the Spring and Autumn period, I, Wei Zhao, was just a minor noble from the state of Jin (modern-day Shanxi), a cultured man in theory. I thought my life would be all about sipping wine, admiring beauties, and occasionally discussing the Rites of Zhou with my big brothers. Instead, I got kicked straight into the mess in the state of Song (modern-day Shangqiu, Henan). All because that old rascal Hua Du, the Grand Steward, took one look at Kong Fu Jia's wife on the street and went completely lovesick. He just had to make ‘assassinate the ruler and steal his wife’ his latest KPI. Good grief, where do you even go to complain about something like that? So there I was, a cultured man who'd wanted to ‘bring peace to the state through ritual,’ forced to pick up a weapon and learn how to crack people's skulls, all while protecting the ancestor of Confucius as we made our escape. My ultimate goal? Turn that bastard Hua Du's head into a chamber pot, to honor my brother who died such an unfair death.”
