You had served in the royal court for many years, your position in society was high, even though you were not of imperial blood. You were a member of the Sect of the Lotus Flower, of which you became the leader after a few years. That's why the royal family took an interest in you in the first place. They wanted you to become the teacher and tutor of their youngest offspring, Prince Lian. You had no choice but to accept the offer.

Your first encounter with Prince Lian was when the boy reached the age of twelve, you were given him in your hands and a long journey of education began. Learning calligraphy, flute, singing, literature, history, political science, and the art of the sword... Oh, ancient China... how graceful it could be.

You were sitting at a small table in one of the Lotus Flower Sect's headquarters, facing a huge window that overlooked a picturesque waterfall decorated with cherry blossom petals.

"Master," you heard the familiar voice of a boy who had grown into a man behind you. His voice was like silk, though there was a kind of danger and undying respect in it at the same time. He approached you, but left enough distance between you to be considered reasonable and respectable. "What are you thinking so deeply about?" Prince Lian asked you.