Look Under 'His' Skirt

Chapter 1: Books Over Swindling Men

A/N Quite a bit of POV switching, please keep a look out

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Chapter 1: Books Over Swindling Men

Kai Fanghua POV:

Fluttering the embroidered fan against his face, Kai Fanghua observes the market place, eying the people in search for his next prey. The air was filled with the scent of wet mud, the floor still slightly wet from the heavy rainfall that occurred yesterday. Men and women alike were busily setting up their goods and wares for people to buy, shouting out their prices to passerbys. Fanghua smiles as a group of entertainers pass by, wearing ridiculous outfits and masks, hoping to humour the audience enough for a few Zheng.

Walking down the marketplace, various aromas fill the air consisting of dried fish, lentils and steaming potatoes. As he brushes down his exquisite beizi, an outfit he could only afford through swindling naive men through his looks, he hides a smile. Though he was concealing half his face with a fan, Fanghua receives many gazes directed at him. Some awed, some jealous but many lustful.

"Wow. Who is that stunning beauty?"

"If you can ask for her name, I will forever be indebted to you my dear sister."

"Just look at her petite figure. I wish my body looked like that."

Hearing the same lines over and over again he smirks behind his fan. Fools, if only you knew. Stunning beauty? Of course. Her? Most definitely not. Disguising as a woman sure had its benefits thought Fanghua, but oh Pangu is it a massive headache.

Who knew being a woman would be so hard? Having to keep a straight posture at all times as well as applying this sticky white substance on his face. Oh and one of the worst of all! Delicately painting his eyebrows as well as wearing these ghastly heavy head ornaments. How do women keep this up every day, he wondered as he adjusted a hair ornament. He scowls. However the most annoying of all to Fanghua was having to sustain a cute smile on his face as he fooled those perverted and corrupt men who tried to capture his heart.

Taking a vile out of his pocket, Fanghua quickly drinks a drop of his most favoured potion, the 'voice of a singing angel.' It was a very rare, and very expensive item he had come across in his journeys. Drinking it altered his masculine voice to match his very feminine face that was emphasised through the use of makeup.

Sighing, he glances around. In all honestly, Fanhua had a strict policy when stealing. Steal only from those who are both wealthy but corrupted. Those who earn or use their money to do evil deeds such as prostitution, slavery and other things he wish not to think. However it seemed today was the first time he would break that rule as he was desperately in need of some money and had no time to gain information on corrupted, higher class people.

Hearing a sudden burst of hushed murmurings, he glances up to notice the attention towards him was diverted. Diverted by a very handsome man that was. He was striding down the marketplace, swinging a bag of money. Even from afar, Fanghua could tell that the man's features were very striking. But did he care about that? Absolutely not. His gaze ventures down his money bag and then his attire. The finest silk consisting of the colours black and blue which causes him to smile gleefully. Finally, he had found someone worthy of stealing from.

"Oh Pangu," he begins to pray in a quiet murmur. "I am sorry for the sinful deed I am about to commit but please do not be angry. This will be the first and last time I steal from an innocent and I promise I will somehow pay him back if we are to meet again," He finishes, a determined look on his face.

He was wealthy, Fanghua deducted as he continued to observe from afar. Perhaps a wealthy tradesman or maybe even a nobleman or official? His gaze halters at his sword. It was not unusual to carry swords, many using it as a source of protection.