Before his father left for the war, he held his mother's hand and told his daughter to learn how to dance and be drafted into the palace three years later. My mother nodded with tears in her eyes, but the next day she asked a martial artist to teach me martial arts. I was full of doubts, and my mother wiped away her tears and explained that the palace is dangerous and only by learning martial arts can you save your life. This is your father's wish. Three years later, I developed good martial arts skills and could shoot a two-stone bow and break thick wooden stakes at the mouth of a bowl. My mother led me into the palace for the show. The girls in front of me all showed off their poetry, paintings, songs and dances. When it was my turn, I raised the sandalwood table with one hand. The Holy Emperor was shocked and gave me the position of a sixth-grade sword-wielding guard on the spot. My father, who had just returned to Beijing, was so shocked that he almost fainted when he heard the news.
