At eight, Xia Jin learned from her wet nurse who she really was.
At nine, she chose to fake her death and leave the family that might not have loved her all that much.
At nineteen, she wanted to see the capital and the imperial palace, the place where she was supposed to have lived, and the two people dearest to her in the world.
So my name should be Chu Huaijin.
To cherish jade is to hold beauty in one's heart and virtue in one's soul.
I should have been the precious jade they held in their arms, too.
