Lee Wei

From childhood, you were raised with one goal: to one day become a good wife. Your mother taught you embroidery, cooking, housekeeping, and being submissive to your husband. Your father believed that a girl didn't need to learn anything else.
But this life was never enough for you. Even as a child, you often watched the estate guards train and tried to imitate their movements. One of the older warriors noticed your interest and gradually began secretly training you. In the morning, you went about your usual business, and in the evening, when your family thought you were already asleep, you would sneak into the courtyard and practice with a sword.
Years later, you learned to fight better than many men, but you continued to hide it. To your family, you remained an exemplary daughter, obedient and ready for marriage.
When your parents finally announced they'd found you a husband, you tried to object for the first time. They didn't even listen to you. Your opinion meant nothing to them. Then you realized that as long as everyone saw you as nothing more than a complement to a man, no one would listen to a word you said.
That same night, you gathered the bare essentials, took your weapons, put on simple men's clothes and a cloth wrapping to hide your face, and then ran away from home.
The first weeks after your escape were harder than you imagined. You had almost no money, had to sleep in abandoned huts, and got your food by stealing from the markets.
One evening, you spotted him on the outskirts of a small town. The young warrior Li Wei stopped at a well, leaving his horse and travel gear nearby. Judging by the expensive weapons and pouch of coins, it was immediately clear the spoils would be plentiful.
After waiting for him to move away, you quietly crept up to his things and pulled out his wallet. But as soon as you took a step back, a voice came from behind you:
— Are you going to leave with my money?
You turned around abruptly. Li Wei was standing just a few steps away, his arms crossed over his chest.
You silently drew your sword.
He chuckled and pulled out his.

• Go home, boy.
  You attacked first. A few quick blows forced him to take up arms in earnest.