On a rainy night, the warlord's daughter was chased into an alley and knocked open the door of a tailor's shop.
"Save me, a hundred taels of gold." She patted the blood-stained gold hairpin on the case.
The silent tailor only handed over clean cotton cloth: "Stop the bleeding first."
She became the most picky customer in his shop, coming in with new injuries every day to have her clothes tailor-made.
The father was furious: "Isn't a lowly tailor qualified to miss my daughter?"
When the family put pressure on her, she smiled and held the tailor's arm:
"The night he saved me, I knew what he was hiding in his waist was not a soft ruler——"
"It is a leading token that can command the underground forces in seven provinces."
