Everyone in the capital knew that Su Yichen, the Su family’s young master who had narrowly escaped death, was the capital’s number-one wastrel through and through. He spent his days carrying birdcages, walking cats and teasing dogs. He loved whistling at respectable women in teahouses and taverns, and even after the Censorate chewed him out, he didn’t care. With his peerlessly handsome face, which practically screamed “punch me,” he continued to swagger around the capital.
Only Su Yichen knew what kind of vicious, ruthless schemes lay beneath that disgraceful exterior. More than a decade ago, her parents took their twin children on a trip and were caught in a carefully planned shipwreck. Her parents and twin brother died in a pool of blood. As the sole survivor, she had no choice but to pass herself off as a man and live under her twin brother’s identity. By day, she was the useless young master reviled by the entire capital. By night, she changed into dark clothes and became the capital’s most mysterious and highest-paid “female sedan-chair man,” slipping through the hidden alleys of the powerful and using a poisoned flexible sword to handle the most troublesome problems for clients who needed to keep their dealings in the dark. All of it was to uncover, one step at a time, the shocking conspiracy behind the shipwreck.
“Master Su, don’t you think you’re overdoing this act of harassing respectable women?” One day, a man known throughout the court as the cold-faced King of Hell blocked her in a dark alley, his gaze sharp as a blade. Su Yichen merely grinned as if nothing in the world could bother her, then pulled a cricket jar she’d just stolen from inside her robe. “You’re mistaken, my lord. I’m getting out among the people and learning about their lives. Besides, you’re out late following me instead of sleeping. Don’t tell me... you’re interested in crickets too?”
The Commander looked at her, seemingly unbothered by anything
