After transmigrating into Liu Fufeng, the capital's most talented woman, my life should have been all poetry, refined company, and peaceful days. But my well-read father had a secret identity: the famed martial-arts storyteller “The Gallant Scholar,” whose tales were stirring enough to set one's blood racing. I, Liu Fufeng, inherited my father's… imagination perfectly. After reading three hundred martial-arts stories, I figured I could put on a good act even without knowing kung fu. I was ready! And so, on a dark and windy night, I, “Liu Xia Hui,” the capital's famous armchair martial heroine, was born!
On my first act of heroism, I used a tripwire to bring down a thief, and tripped up Shen Du, the capital's top iron-faced constable, who was chasing him.
The second time, I tried to imitate the heroes in my stories and leap across rooftops… only to end up hanging outside Constable Shen's window, staring straight into his eyes.
The third time, I tried to punish a bully with lime powder, but the wind shifted and I got Shen Du right in the face.
Shen Du wiped his face. “…Miss, are you here to uphold justice or assassinate me?”
I said sheepishly, “I saw injustice and came to the rescue!”
Shen Du remained expressionless. “You're holding the sword backward.”
Later, everyone in the capital knew that the stony-faced Constable Shen had acquired an annoying little shadow who wouldn't leave him alone.
He investigated cases, while I offered “inspiration” drawn from the three hundred outlandish ideas in my stories. He arrested criminals, while I… got in the way.
Everyone thought I was the worst thing to happen to Constable Shen's career. Only he knew that this girl with her unusual way of thinking was an unreasonable ray of light that brightened his dull, colorless world.
And he taught me, a girl who only knew how to talk about martial arts on paper, what the jianghu and true honor really meant.
