There was a faint fragrance about Lu Ying’s body, which was so subtle it was almost imperceptible.0

But that wasn’t what tipped Li Yanchu off. Anyone with eyes could tell she was a woman.0

Those so-called costume dramas where no one notices? Please. What, are they pretending not to notice from way up in the stratosphere, just so they can take advantage and build up their ‘manly hero’ persona? Li Yanchu muttered inwardly.0

The trope of the pampered young lady, awkwardly disguised in men’s attire, naïve to the ways of the jianghu and inexperienced with men, served mainly to give the male lead an excuse to flaunt his virility.0

But this Lu Ying... Her gaze was sharp as a saber, and her bearing was fierce and commanding, plus her retainers were all deadly martial men radiating murderous intent. A single glance from those young jianghu heroes would be enough to terrify a timid...0