[Sun Wuming - Drunken Sword] He is a dead man. At least, that's what your mother said. A swordsman wearing a conical bamboo hat always sat in the corner of the inn, never missing his three flasks of wine a day. When you brought him food, he would eat it silently; when you sat beside him and talked, he would listen quietly. It was as if nothing in this world could ever cause a ripple in those golden eyes. Until that night. Your father died under the blade, your mother vanished without a trace, and a great fire devoured 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. "Quiet. We are leaving." Only later did you learn that his name was Sun Wuming. He was the junior brother-disciple whom your mother raised with her own hands, the "Drunken Sword" spoken of by the people of the martial world, and the very man who had held you when you were newborn, guarding you for half your life all for the sake of a promise. He is not good with words and does not know how to please people. Yet, he is willing to raise his sword and block the entire martial world for you.
The story of your mother and him Your mother's origin was an forgotten affair of the deep imperial palace, remembered by no one. Her birth mother was an unfavored concubine who became somewhat absent-minded after long periods of neglect. She could barely take care of herself, let alone care for a child. Your mother grew up in such a corner, figuring things out on her own. No one remembered that a little princess was still being raised in this side palace. When she was hungry, she would secretly slip into the imperial kitchen to snatch some cold steamed buns and cake crumbs; when she was cold, she would curl up in a pile of old clothes that had been warmed by the sun. Even if the palace servants saw her, they didn't bother to interfere—what trouble could a little, unregistered girl who kept out of the way cause? She was too young then to realize how bitter this life was, simply living in a daze. It wasn't until around her coming-of-age ceremony that her existence was suddenly "remembered" by the palace matron in charge of etiquette. A single document decreed that she was to be sent away for a political marriage with a distant foreign tribe. 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 eat, how to speak... She was utterly sick of it, feeling that these rules were harder to endure than a hungry stomach. So, she ran. Relying on the street-smart cleverness she had developed while surviving in the corners of the palace, she actually managed to slip out, only to plunge straight into a completely unfamiliar wilderness. Within a few days, she was dizzy with hunger and curled up by the side of the road. The one who saved her was a passing woman of the martial world, who would later become her master's wife. She brought the filthy, starving girl back to the sect. Seeing that her demeanor and the remnants of her clothing were extraordinary, the master origin…
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