The future Martial Alliance Leader and the future Prime Minister clash prematurely, vying to be the ultimate “B-King.”
“Baoying said nothing, only relentlessly hunted her former lover.”
A poor, upright, and spirited heroine vs. a wealthy, “male ghost” type, frail dog official:
Baoying arrived in the Capital to assassinate a man, infiltrating a squire’s manor disguised as a dancer.
Everything was set. But as she made her move during the banquet, a dog official saw through her disguise and ruthlessly tried to kill her.
Cursing under her breath, Baoying aborted the mission and fled. Two miles later, the pursuers were still hot on her heels. Her companion asked in confusion, “Did you piss off their leader?”
Baoying recalled the man at the banquet—so seemingly pure and elegant, as straight and tall as bamboo—and expressionlessly wiped her blade. “That dog official… is my ex-lover. We didn’t exactly part on good terms.”
“Didn’t exactly part on good terms”? That’s putting it mildly.
Back when Baoying was young and naive, just starting out in the Jianghu, her bleeding heart got the better of her. She found a beautiful young man with a tragic backstory, rescued him, and escorted him all the way to safety.
She had wished for him to become a righteous official who would speak for the people in these chaotic times. When the escort mission ended, Baoying was thoroughly satisfied and ready to dust off her hands and leave.
Who knew that the radiant, moonlit beauty would instantly transform? The moment his true face was revealed, she broke his leg and fled.
As Baoying fled, she lectured her companion: “One must never be like that dog official—sinister, twisted, sanctimonious, hypocritical, and deceitful…”
Her companion interrupted, “Look at that man waiting on the road ahead. Isn’t that your ambitious, wolf-hearted old flame?”
Baoying looked up. Sure enough, the dog official she’d been cursing all this time was waiting for her in the woods ahead.
Years had passed, but Zhang Wenlan was still no good. He immediately tried to turn her companion against her. “Help me tie her up. One hundred taels.”
Her companion hesitated. “No…”
Zhang Wenlan: “Two hundred taels.”
Her companion: “…”
The dog official: “Five hundred taels.”
Baoying raised her hand. “Can I just tie myself up?”
After all, she was an expert at making a getaway.
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“Bao Ying remained silent, relentlessly pursuing her former lover.”
A poor, upright, and spirited female wandering swordwoman vs. a wealthy, scheming, and cunning corrupted official:
Bao Ying went to the capital to kill someone, disguising herself as a dancer to infiltrate a wealthy man’s mansion.
Everything was prepared, but during the banquet, she was discovered by a corrupt official who mercilessly decided to kill her.
Bao Ying cursed and fled, but after running two miles, her pursuers still relentlessly pursued her. Her companions, bewildered, asked: “Did you offend their leader?”
Bao Ying, thinking of the pure and elegant man she had seen at the banquet, expressionlessly wiped her knife: “That corrupt official is my former lover. Our breakup wasn’t amicable.”
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It was more than just an unpleasant breakup.
When Bao Ying was young and naive, she entered the martial world, her compassion overflowing. Seeing a handsome young man with a tragic past, she rescued him and escorted him all the way.
She wished he would become a good official who spoke up for the people in this chaotic world. After the escort was complete, Bao Ying was satisfied and prepared to leave.
But who knew that the handsome young man, who seemed upright and honest, would show his true colors? When his true nature appeared, she broke his leg and ran away.
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At this moment, Bao Ying, while running, lectured her companion: Never become like that corrupt official—gloomy, twisted, hypocritical, and cunning…
Companion: Look at that person waiting on the road ahead, isn’t that your old flame, the wolf in sheep’s clothing?
Bao Ying looked up, and sure enough, the corrupt official she had been cursing all along was waiting in the woods ahead.
Years later, Zhang Wen Lan was still no good person. He began to instigate her companion: Help me tie her up, one hundred taels.
Companion: No…
Zhang Wen Lan: Two hundred taels.
Companion: …
Corrupt Official: Five hundred taels.
Bao Ying raised her hand: Can I tie myself up?
Anyway, she’s good at this kind of smuggling business.
(Translated by Vico SDL)