When Jingliu was in her teens, she would still silently count her sword swings, wondering how much longer it would take before training ended.
She preferred sparring with others to dull, repetitive movements.
A sword drawn never returns, neither dodging nor retreating.
By now, Jingliu no longer counted in her head.
The enemies who faced her never lasted long.
They had only two possible ends.
Either they died beneath the Shattered Blade, or they were taken back to the Luofu and locked in the Prison of Deep Seclusion.
Occasionally, a few tough cases gave the Ten-Lords Commission considerable trouble.
At such times, the ten judges of the Ten-Lords Commission would approach General Teng Xiao to borrow personnel for assistance.
Whenever Jingliu used a weapon supplied by the Ten-Lords Commission, she could not help praising Yingxing inwardly.
No number of divine weapons could compare to Shattered Star, forged for her by her friend.
This time was no exception.
She used as little force as she could, but the sword in her hand still did not last long.
Jingliu released her grip, letting all the fragments fall to the floor.
When she turned to look, there were barely any places left to step.
She could not help sighing softly. The dangerous prisoner thrashed violently in his cell, making the chains screech with a teeth-grating sound.
Jingliu frowned slightly.
"Noisy."
The moment she finished speaking, the prisoner stiffened and never moved again.
Jingliu stepped lightly around the patch of red on the floor.
She left the cell, folded her arms, and looked at Xianyu with composed ease.
"Do you still think I'm easy to fool?"
Xianyu looked at her intently and shook his head.
"Not in the slightest."
Jingliu knew she was nothing like the wife most men envisioned.
At the very least...