A Woman of Many Faces: The Phoenix Comes to the Jianghu

The Fifth Prince had a secret quirk: he loved lotus pastries. Their layers of flaky pastry were as thin as a cicada's wing, wrapped petal by petal. You never knew what filling you'd taste when you took a bite. He thought his nominal princess consort was just like a lotus pastry. The first layer: gentle and humble, like a beautiful vase. There'd be no regrets about killing her. The second layer: she fought him in the martial world. Her poisoned silver needles struck at every vital point. He stared into her eyes, finding them strangely familiar. The third layer: he sat in his study for a long time, wondering: Who exactly was that woman? There were two things Wan Zhaoruo never expected. First, after being run through the heart with a sword, she somehow hadn't died completely. She woke up as the least favored Third Miss of the Minister's residence. Second, she only wanted to climb over the wall and find something to eat, but Bai Mu, one of the four greatest experts in the land, caught her in one swoop and made her his last disciple. From then on, four people whose true faces were unknown appeared in the martial world: Young Master Fengwu, the senior disciple of the Liuxian Sect, whose silver needles struck fear into heretics. Boss Su, the capital's most mysterious rising tycoon, owner of countless shops. The master behind Red Sleeve Pavilion, the largest pleasure house in Shengjing. And the famous courtesan of the capital, Miss Linglan. No one knew that these four identities belonged to the same person. Even fewer knew that the forgotten Third Miss in the Bamboo Garden was the truth behind every secret identity. Wan Zhaoruo had only wanted to save money, practice her martial arts, and watch the show in peace. Until an imperial decree of marriage came crashing down...