It is said that a peony flower can symbolize many things. Love, happiness, wealth, romance, and so on. But in some cases, it represents honor. There's a poem. It surrounds the meaning and symbols of a peony flower. A poem made directly from the Yusheng clan.
"When nightfall comes around, petals begin to fall. Purple, pink, white, yellow.
The stars always make them brighter. Purple, pink, white, yellow.
They blossom in the golden star when the sky is that of water. Red, white, pink, green.
They show us honor as we show them ours. Red, white, pink, green
One comes, one goes, and we all get our honor, just like them.
Purple, pink, white, yellow, green, and red.
Peony."
It had been months since Bingwen had seen Jinghua last. Lady Hung Meifeng was officially Young lady Yusheng Mei's royal guard. And soon enough, it had turned into a year. The year Yuming would leave the palace and travel with Hung Meifeng. It was a woman's duty to travel and help wrongfully accused souls in need of assistance. Souls of people who have passed but are trapped in the mortal world. Once his sister left, Bingwen was left on his own at the palace. But he would leave soon as well. For his journey would take the next three years, maybe even longer. So he said goodbye to his mother, his father, and his younger sister, and left. He had only taken a small bag of money, his cultivation pouch, and Baiyu. That's all he needed. And he set off. He would walk far away from the Yusheng mountains, from the village, from anywhere in the northern clan region's. He traveled alone. If he wasn't near a village, he would stay under shelter. But everywhere he went, there was something new, and everywhere he went, he was known. But what he didn't know was that he was weak. Even if he was healed, he would continue to lose his memory. Not only that but also lost the ability to use his spiritual powers. Soon commanding his sword would be difficult. And he soon would get ill.
Yuming had been worried about him on her travels with Hung Meifeng. But the two had gotten closer. Close to the point that she allowed Hung Meifeng to call her just 'Mei'. And Hung Meifeng allowed Yuming to call her by her given name. Susu.
Bingwen often thought about his family while traveling. He hoped that one day he would run into his sister and Hung Meifeng on his travels. He wished his mother, father, and younger sister good health too. He knew that Lanying would grow up alone without him or Yuming so he worried about her. And he hoped that his mother and father would get along in front of Lanying. But He also thought about Jinghua at times. He pushed himself to try and remember more of their past as children but the only memory that came to him was the one he had back in the trench a year ago. But he never forgot the time they spent together.
Bingwen had made it to the southern region where there were no clans. Just villages, cities, suburban areas, and forests with abandoned shrines and structures. But also forests filled with dangerous and deadly creatures and spirits, even the undead. Perfect places for people like Bingwen and other Kin disciples to practice training. But was it perfect? Was it even safe considering his condition?
Over the years, Jinghua disappeared in the Ning Mountains, being forced by his father to train harder. His father had a three year plan of how to take over the northern clans. Jinghua wanted nothing to do with it in all honesty. But his father had trained him so much that Jinghu had become different. His heart had changed. And His father, for the first time, was proud.
It had been a year and a half. Yuming was no longer eighteen but instead nineteen. Bingwen was now twenty-one. Their younger sister was now fourteen. And Jinghua was twenty-two. Everyone had aged. Everyone had become different. Everyone had changed.