Get Lost! I'm Lü Bu, Not Lin Daiyu!

“Does this manor...” Lü Bu carefully chooses his words. “Have... a place to practice martial arts?”

Xueyan freezes. “What did you say, miss?”

“I mean...” Lü Bu gestures. “Sparring with spears and staffs, riding horses and shooting arrows...”

“Miss!” Xueyan is so alarmed that she covers his mouth. “You can’t just say things like that! We’re a family of scholars, and you’re a young lady of good breeding. How can you think about... about the things those warriors do?”

Lü Bu falls silent.

He looks down at his hands. These hands once drew a bow strong enough to pull three stones, once crushed an enemy’s throat, and once struck fear into the eighteen allied warlords at Hulao Pass.

Now, even lifting a flower basket is a struggle.