Transmigrated as Wu Dalang: Who Dares Lay a Hand on My Pan Jinlian?

“Pan Jinlian touched the knife at Wu Dalang's waist, her heart pounding even faster than when Ximen Qing had blocked her door. This man had a gaze sharper than a blade when he saved her, yet when he coaxed her, he was as gentle as a freshly baked flatbread.

Hu Sanniang tossed her blade at his feet. ‘Liangshan wiped out my Hu family manor. If you can lead me back to avenge them, my life is yours!’

Li Shishi's hands trembled slightly as she served tea. ‘You said you would overthrow the dynasty... I believe you.’

With these women at his side, he first broke Ximen Qing's legs, then overturned Song Jiang's table. He turned Liangshan into an impregnable fortress and made Fang La a prisoner. Standing beneath the walls of Dongjing, he looked up at Zhao Ji on the tower. ‘The Song emperor will abdicate. I, Wu Zhi, will take the throne!’

Who says Wu Dalang can only sell flatbread?

In this life, he'll make the fragrance of his flatbread fill the world and wear the imperial robes himself!”