This Killer Has a Great Sense of Humor

The former dynasty's top assassin retired to farm, only to be forced to adopt a child whom everyone in the realm wanted dead. To protect the little one, he disguised his peerless martial arts as farm work: chasing geese was light-footed movement, knocking down persimmons was weapons practice, and even making tofu helped him cultivate his inner strength.

He thought he could live quietly in the countryside, but the Eastern Depot's blade was already hanging over his neck. Grinning, he pulled out his hoe. “I teach farming, but what I learned was how to kill.” When a secret letter from the Cold Palace resurfaced, the child in his arms blinked bright eyes and asked, “Uncle A Mao, who is my father?” This flight spanning the imperial court and the martial world would ultimately topple