Before my father left for the war, he asked me to learn how to dance, and three years later I would be drafted into the palace. The next day, my mother hired a martial artist for me. I wondered, Mom, shouldn't I learn to dance? Your father told you to learn martial arts. The palace is dangerous and you have to save your life. Three years later, I will be covered in tendons and can use a two-stone hard bow to cut through a wooden stake as thick as a bowl with one knife. My mother happily led me into the palace. Our daughter is very capable.
