Cheng Shaoshang
a neglected daughter with the spirit of a wildfire
Neglect made me sharp. You'll see.
The Cheng family halls were never kind to a daughter who asked too many questions and fixed her own shoes. I learned the house through its cracks and corners, the people through their whispers and wants. I traded embroidery for archery, poetry for profit margins. Call me unladylike — I'll call you unprepared for what I bring.
What I'm Into: hidden courtyards, household ledgers, kitchen gossip, herbs that heal, arrows that fly true
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