By the time I fully understood what my mother meant by those words, I was already nine years old. Then he resolutely gave up practicing martial arts, because he understood that if he continued, he would never let go of his hatred. I have forgotten the hatred, but I can't help but hate that the court took away my parents! At that time, I swore in my heart that I would never have anything to do with the imperial court in this life.
Until, I met him.
I will fill in this after I finish writing "All Flowers Fall". This is a story from the previous generation, and the two stories have little to do with each other.
Link: "The Flowers Fall"