Martial Arts
The Crybaby Consort Can Take on Ten
I was the Noble Consort.
An assassin struck at a palace banquet, and the Empress took a sword for me.
The Emperor was stunned.
“I’m right here!
Why are you saving her?”
The Empress collapsed into my arms, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
“Her crying is unbearable.
I don’t want to deal with her nonsense.”
But I’d trained in martial arts since I was little.
I could look after myself.
The crying was just to win favor.
Well, this was a mess…
Maybe I should ask Dad’s five hundred thousand soldiers what to do?
The Sword Maid
The prince’s heir acquired a famous sword.
A fine sword deserved a beautiful woman.
My looks earned me the position of his sword-bearing maid.
Later, he took me to Taicang for the Sword Trials.
Someone saw me and remarked, “Baseborn to the bone.”
Everyone roared with laughter.
Only years later did they understand.
What the man had actually said was, “Blade-born to the bone.”
