Walking the earth with a sword in hand Love and hate freely without a plan Stray into the red dust and grievances rise Emotions become the hero’s demise A bloodstained dress is the emperor’s dream The battlefield is not what it seems One sword may bind or break the heart Next life we’ll stay forever apart ----- When a twist of fate causes high school junior Wang Jingyuan to transmigrate into an alternate universe—one where Wuxia and palace struggles play out in real life—she promptly finds herself deeply entangled in power schemes, war, and heartbreak. Left with only her wits, modern knowledge, and all the dramas she’s ever watched, she must navigate this new world and become the smart and strong protagonist of her own story—without losing herself. As the worlds collide and fates intertwine, will Wang Jingyuan find her happily ever after, or will reality shatter every beautiful daydream? ----- Note: This is an ORIGINAL story, not a translation! All rights reserved. Warning: There will be minor cursing in the story.
Wang Jingyuan and Liu Xiaochen made their way to the row of bodies laid on the grass, each covered with a white cloth. Liu Xiaochen lifted the cloth of the first body slightly. The militia's uniform came into view, so he let the cloth back down and moved on to the next body. They were looking for the masked men, so the bodies of the militiamen were of no interest.
However, the entire row of bodies was of the dead militiamen, with none of the masked men. Looking around, there did not seem to be other bodies nearby. Wang Jingyuan knew for a fact she had slew about four or five assassins last night with Feng Ming Sword. So where did they go?
She walked up to a militiaman who was looking through the grass nearby. "Excuse me, where are the bodies of the assassins?"
"What assassins?" he asked.
"The assassins who attacked Official Ma and I last night. They were men dressed in all black and had masks covering their faces."