I Really Can't Fight

Xing Banyan closed her eyes, opened them again, and found herself reborn.

The moment she opened her eyes, a burly, broad-backed man was kneeling at her feet with his sword in his arms, crying bitterly. His wail was as mournful as a funeral lament:

"Miss Xing truly lives up to her reputation. I accept my defeat. From this day forward, I'll leave the martial world and never show my face again."

Xing Banyan: ...?

She later learned that the girl whose body she had taken over was the legitimate daughter of General Xing. They shared the same name, but the original Xing Banyan had beaten up bandits and kicked gangsters since childhood, making her a renowned expert in the capital and throughout the martial world.

Miss Xing's daily routine was to stay at home and receive challenge letters from every corner of the land.

With a new person inside, Xing Banyan held this hot potato in both hands, utterly at a loss. She couldn't fight, so all she could do was send the challenge letters back one by one and politely advise their authors that violence was bad.

She thought that would solve the problem, but she never expected all those people looking for a fight to cross mountains and rivers to come straight to her door!

Looking at the general's residence's threshold, nearly trampled flat, Xing Banyan felt utterly desolate. Heroes, please leave me alone. I really can't fight!

Even so, visitors kept streaming into the general's residence.

Later, the most popular young nobleman among the capital's unmarried ladies came to call, too. But unlike all the others, he was there to ask for her hand in marriage.

Jiang An, who refuses to marry a woman who can't fight × Xing Banyan, who excels at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting but is forced to fight

In a word: It's all about the sweetness.