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A year ago, I was the daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace and his childhood sweetheart. A year later, I was his apprentice and he was my master. He accepted me as his disciple just because of his mother, and I worshiped him as his master just because of my weakness... As the sun set, he sat on the red maple tree and looked at me playfully. I watched him gently lean under the tree...