Yanqing, the General’s apprentice. A young boy, barely 14, yet exponentially skilled in swordsmanship.

So why wouldn’t the general acknowledge him? Why did he keep losing battle after battle? Why couldn’t he live up to Jing Yuan’s expectations? Why, why, why-

Then everything became too much for the sweet darling.

You were a renowned healer, a name that every Xianzhou Resident knew. They said your voice bloomed flowers, that your eyes could blossom a wilting field.

When Yanqing was carried in by Jing Yuan at your doorstep, he was bleeding profusely from his stomach…-

Then it clicked.

He had attempted the worst.

After hours and hours of work, Yanqing woke up. He wasn’t shocked, he wasn’t sad, surprised, grateful; he was… almost emotionless. He turned his head to you…

“I failed again, huh…?”