My name is A Yong, and I’m an utterly ordinary hair stylist. Then my salon, complete with a blinding neon sign, went “Duang!” and crashed onto Chang’an Street in the Tang dynasty!
My business partner, Li Su, was sporting freshly botched cyber-blue hair. Together, we were branded “demons” and bundled into deluxe single cells in the imperial prison. Just as the prison boss was about to “shave my head” with a rusty iron shard, I whipped out my salon’s pride and joy: an electric clipper! A few snips later, a wild, Tang-dynasty-exclusive mohawk was born! The prison boss stared. “...Brother, I’ve got your back from now on!”
Before I could catch my breath, a mysterious order came in! The client was none other than the current Grand Princess! She removed her headdress, revealing a head of withered white hair, a sign of “ill fortune.” “Director Tony, I hear you can turn gray hair into black? I want the most natural, straight black hair.” No problem! Time to bring out modern hair dye! The palace maids watched her black hair reappear and fell to their knees, shouting that it was a miracle. But... why was the reflection in the vanity mirror showing a head of deep purple hair bursting with demonic energy?!
The Grand Princess ran a hand over her new hairstyle, the corner of her mouth curling into a dangerous smile. “Tony, your skills are impressive. I have a big project for you: give all the VIPs in court a ‘custom’ makeover in my ‘fan colors’!”
Me: ??? Help! I just want to quietly wash, cut, and style hair. I don’t want to become the imperial court’s chief hair colorist and a power-hungry revolutionary.
