In Jiangnan, He Xianjiu runs into a real pain in the neck, someone she can't curse away or shake off.
"Whatever. He's pretty useful when it counts. I might as well put him to work," He Xianjiu tells herself.
But gradually, He Xianjiu realizes this human leech seems to have a secret he doesn't want anyone to know: the ghastly scar on his left shoulder, the crow tattoo on his body, the way he wields an iron sword with astonishing skill...
Everything about him gradually lines up with the rumors about Jiang Xunan, who "plays a willow flute at the third watch and kills a man at the fifth."
"Jiang Xunan?" He Xianjiu finally can't resist probing.
"That's me."
"?" He Xianjiu finds it absurd.
Is my young idol really the pain in my neck?
How bizarre.
Theme: Is my young idol actually my disciple?
