>On the seventh day of every month, the emperor would order someone to whip me, the son of a sinful concubine in the cold palace.
> "Thirty lashes to atone for your mother's sins." When the blood drops bloomed on the snow, he smiled particularly happily.
>I suffered the torture in silence. No one knew that I had been trained in the secret guard camp and could kill ten people with one sword.
>Until Prince Xue Ye was assassinated, I rescued him by breaking the assassin's neck with my bare hands.
>The emperor looked at the bloody sword tip and sneered: "My kung fu is good, just like your mother."
>In the dead silence of the whole palace, he stroked my blood-stained sword and whispered:
>"You are her son after all..."
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It's very beautiful, with clear logic and delicate emotions.
It's very beautiful, with clear logic and delicate emotions.