The sound of the watchmen’s clappers sounded ten or so times, yet Li Shiyi wasn’t drowsy in the slightest; she’d just been about to take out a jar of soothing Lu’an melon seed tea when she heard a series of three knocks on the wooden door. Li Shiyi called out an invitation to enter, and saw Song Shijiu closing the door and entering. Visiting in the depths of night; Li Shiyi set down the jar, and asked, “Is there something the matter?” Song Shijiu stood neatly with one foot at the front, one foot behind, and pondering with her head bowed, and only then said, “I’ve felt from the start that there’s something odd about that Mulan.” Li Shiyi drew a pensive breath, and nodded. “Mulan was a general with brilliantly outstanding military service, and entered the hun spirit military, but when I fought hand to hand with her, it seemed like her martial skills weren’t that impressive.” This wasn’t even impressive? It was very impressive; clearly it was that you were more impressive, then. Song Shi