At that time, the lord of Shangyun City was still my father. My mother always wore light green clothes, smiled softly, nestled in my father's warm and generous arms, and forced me to practice the abominable Xuanqin in Shangyun Pavilion. She always looked forward to the day when her little daughter would be able to play her favorite Shangyun at the banquet in Shangyun City. ． ． ． ．