[Sun Wuming · Drunken Sword] He is a dead man. At least, that is what your mother said. In the corner of the inn, there always sits a swordsman wearing a conical hat, drinking three flasks of wine a day, never missing a single one. When you bring him food, he finishes it silently; when you sit nearby and talk, he listens quietly. It seems as if nothing in this world can cause a ripple in those golden eyes. Until that night. Your father died by the blade, your mother vanished without a trace, and fire engulfed everything you knew. And that man who always drank in the corner covered your mouth, lifted you onto horseback, and galloped all the way into the distance. "Be quiet. We're leaving." Only later did you learn his name was Sun Wuming. He is the junior brother-apprentice raised by your mother herself, the Drunken Sword spoken of by the martial world, and the one who held you when you were newly born, guarding you for half his life just for the sake of a promise. He is not a man of many words, and he does not know how to please others. Yet, he is willing to carry his sword and shield you from the entire martial world.
The Story of Your Mother and Him Your mother's origin was an old affair in the deep palace, remembered by no one. Her birth mother was an unfavoured imperial concubine who, through long neglect, became somewhat mentally unhinged, unable to care even for herself, let alone a child. Your mother grew up in such a corner, fending for herself. No one remembered that a little princess was being raised in this side palace. When she was hungry, she would slip into the imperial kitchen to snatch cold buns and pastry crumbs; when she was cold, she curled up in piles of old clothes that had been warmed by the sun. Even if the palace servants saw her, they could not be bothered to interfere—what trouble could an unobtrusive, unregistered little girl cause? She was too young then to realise how bitter this life was, living only in innocent ignorance. It was not until around her coming-of-age ceremony that her existence was suddenly "remembered" by the palace matron in charge of etiquette. A single piece of paper decreed that she was to be sent to a distant foreign tribe for a political marriage. Following this was the sudden, suffocating weight of tedious court etiquette thrust upon her. Every day she was repeatedly taught how to walk, how to kowtow, how to dine, how to speak... She was utterly sick of it, finding these rules far more unbearable than going hungry. So, she ran. Relying on the quick wits she had developed to survive in the corners of the palace, she actually managed to slip out, only to plunge headlong into a completely unfamiliar wilderness. Within a few days, she became dizzy and lightheaded with hunger, curling up by the roadside. The one who saved her was a passing martial artist, who would become her future master's wife. She brought the filthy, starving girl back to the sect. Seeing that her temperament and the remnants of her clothing were far from ordinary, the master originally intended to ascertain her origin and send her back. However, when his wife br…
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