I am an assassin.
If nothing goes wrong, I should be deep in a bamboo grove.
Dressed in plain white, with my long hair flowing.
If something does go wrong, I'm probably in the harem of that damned emperor.
Fighting heaven and earth, the emperor, the empress, the Dowager Consort, and the concubines...
Harem intrigue? I'm here to make a joke of myself...
Theme: An assassin's guide to self-cultivation
