The Grand Martial Champion of the Imperial Household in Dream of the Red Chamber
The Dream of the Red Chamber was but a fleeting, melancholy vision, where the beauties of the Grand View Garden vied in splendor. Among them, Daiyu was pure and innocent, Xiangyun lively and charming. The three Jia cousins each possessed their own unique grace, while Xifeng, ever resourceful, was often forced into difficult situations. Yet, for all these radiant maidens, fate dealt only hardship and sorrow—a pain Shi Yi felt deeply, as if their woes were his own. Having come to this world, Shi Yi, the eldest son of the loyal Marquis, renowned as the foremost of the Four Notorious Young Masters of the capital, found himself swept into an unexpected encounter during a chase after a thief. There, he met Daiyu, who had left her father and journeyed to the capital—a candid, sincere girl, pure as carved white jade and steadfast in her affections. In that moment, Shi Yi made a silent vow to himself, one he would proclaim to all: Daiyu belongs to me!
The Grand Martial Champion of the Imperial Household in Dream of the Red Chamber
Ornate carriages vied to halt upon the Heavenly Avenue, fine steeds raced along the imperial road, golden ornaments dazzling in the sunlight, silks and brocades wafting with fragrance…
In the eastern city of the divine capital, the main thoroughfares teemed with ceaseless traffic. Crowds thronged the sidewalks on both sides, bustling and lively, weaving an unbroken flow of humanity.
Amidst the noisy, hurried crowd, a young man suddenly shouted, “You cur, stop right there!”
Startled by the outburst, those around him turned to look, but before they could react, someone barreled into them from behind, shoving people aside with force; several nearly stumbled to the ground.
“Out of my way, move it! All of you, get out of my way!” The man’s face showed panic and ferocity as he waved a gleaming paper-cutter, plowing recklessly through the throng. The onlookers, terrified, quickly parted to either side.
But this was not the end of it. The skulking little thief, having stumbled through the crowd, was followed by another furious shout: “You little rascal, you wretch—how dare you pickpocket your Grandpa Shi?”
Shi Yi, his expression dark, slowed his pace, pushing aside those in his way without apology and shouting at the dense crowd ahead, “Step aside! Whoever blocks my way is getting thrashed!”
With his strong, muscular arms, Shi Yi shoved aside all who stood before him, sending them and those nearby tumbling to the sides of the road like puppets, powerless to resist.
Cries of pain broke out. Seeing his menacing demeanor, those behind
