By the time I fully understood what Mother had said, I was already nine. I resolutely gave up practicing martial arts, because I knew that if I continued, I would never be able to let go of my hatred. I might forget the grudge, but I could never stop hating them. The court had taken both my parents from me! Back then, 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’ll come back to this after I finish writing "When the Blossoms Fade". This is the story of the previous generation, and the two stories aren’t closely related.
Link: "When the Blossoms Fade"
