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"I won't marry, I won't marry, I won't marry! Brother, if you like him, then you marry him!"
The clear voice had barely faded when the door of the Miaoyin Pavilion study was slammed shut. The girl in red, with her black hair flowing, cracked her whip and knocked aside the subordinates trying to stop her, striding away with determination.
In the colorful Jiangnan region, He Hongxiu had run away from home and now stood before a crowd, holding her horse.
Among the crowd was a young woman in plain white clothes, crying bitterly, her tears resembling rain on pear blossoms. Next to her lay a grass mat wrapped around a corpse, revealing two dirty soles.
The glaring sunlight reflected off the black-and-white sign reading "Selling Myself to Bury My Father," making it particularly eye-catching.
He Hongxiu paused with interest, joining the onlookers who pointed and whispered but refused to contribute any money.
With a jingling of jade ornaments and slender fingers, she quietly held out a silver ingot: "Miss, please give the old man a proper burial."
He Hongxiu raised an eyebrow and pressed down on the ingot with her whip: "Wait!"
The man whose movement was halted looked surprised, his voice deep and gentle: "Miss, do you have something to say?"
This was He Hongxiu's first encounter with such a gentlemanly man. Growing up among men who were all burly except for her brother, she found this man's appearance strikingly different.
Such a man... He Hongxiu scrutinized him several times before dismissively concluding in her heart: effeminate!
The man was interrupted by her scorn but did not get angry; instead, he asked kindly, "Do you have something to say, Miss?"
He Hongxiu rolled her eyes at him but couldn't help herself: "Baichi Chuanhuo Yuandaotou!"
She rushed forward and struck the corpse with her whip...
Gasps filled the air as the girl in white forgot to cry in shock.
The man who had been scolded changed his expression and grasped her wrist to stop her from continuing her assault: "One must show respect for the deceased; how can you be so disrespectful..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he froze. The corpse had curled up in pain from the harsh strike.
The frightened crowd screamed "zombie!" and fled in panic.
He Hongxiu said irritably, "Let go! You're hurting me!"
He appeared refined, yet his grip was surprisingly strong, indicating he possessed considerable martial skills.
The man readily released her, saying, "I apologize..."
He Hongxiu rolled her eyes. "You're such a fool; only someone like you would fall for such a simple trick."
The man was not offended; instead, he smiled. "You are right, Miss. I am Zhao Qixian. May I ask for your name?"
While they were talking, the girl in white and the so-called "corpse" had managed to escape far away.
He Hongxiu stamped her foot. "Who cares what you're called? They've already run off!"
It was night in a dark alley.
He Hongxiu scolded herself for being careless and falling into a trap. Among the group of burly men before her stood the very one who had pretended to be a "corpse" during the day.
Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't fear facing another group like this. However, she had been hit with a paralysis powder and felt weak and unable to move.
"You filthy wench! How dare you ruin my plans? You must be tired of living!" One of the men kicked He Hongxiu hard in the stomach, causing her to double over in pain.
"If you can't even deceive properly, then don't embarrass yourself out here!" She tried to reach for the soft whip that had been thrown on the ground but felt her fingers crushed underfoot.
Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, and she didn't utter a word of surrender. All she could think about was how her brother would feel if she died at the hands of these street thugs—how disappointed he would be...
Gradually, her vision blurred, and her teeth sank into her lower lip... Just when she thought she was about to die, the beating stopped. She heard sounds of fighting and exclamations—was her brother coming to save her?
A gentle voice called softly in her ear, "Miss, please wake up."
She wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound. Warmth enveloped her as a coat draped over her shoulders, shielding her from the humiliation of her disheveled state. Strong arms lifted her up.
When she finally awoke, it was dawn, and He Hongxiu opened her eyes to the brilliant morning light.
A surprised voice came through, "You're awake?"
The man, with a weary complexion and deep dark circles under his eyes, had lost the exquisite charm he once possessed, yet he remained handsome enough to stir one's heart.
"He Hongxiu," he smiled at her. "My name is He Hongxiu."
The Young Master of Idle Manor, known as Zhao Qixian, the greatest swordsman in the world. He had the gentlest smile, the kindest heart, and the most chivalrous character.
Though he could sometimes be deceived or lose his temper to the point of frustration, in He Hongxiu's eyes, he was the best man in the world.
However, good and evil cannot coexist.
When Miao Qingshan arrived to forcibly take He Hongxiu home, Zhao Qixian stood protectively in front of her. "She said she doesn't want to go with you! Besides, I love her, and I won't let you take her away!"
The irritable Miao Qingshan was naturally unwilling to back down; he had long wanted to confront this young swordsman who had already been hailed as the "greatest sword" by the righteous figures of the martial world.
The ensuing fight was perilous.
Zhao Qixian, who only defended and did not attack, ignited Miao Qingshan's fury.
His words, "I can't fight him; he's your brother. If I hurt him, you'll be sad," only fueled Miao Qingshan's murderous intent…
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