Ji Weizhou's POV:
I sat in the dimly lit room, my heart heavy with the weight of the past. Leaning forward, I began to recount the backstage plot that had unfolded within my family, a tale of deceit, tragedy, and unwavering loyalty.
"Listen closely," I began, my voice carrying a mix of sorrow and determination. "It all started with my younger sister, Ji Wenxin. She was but a pawn in the Emperor's political game, a game he played with the lives and emotions of those around him."
I took a deep breath, the memories flooding back as I continued.
"Emperor Xuan used my family's name as a weapon, seeking to provoke my grandfather, Ji Qingfeng. He issued a decree, demanding that Ji Wenxin be married off to the royal family as if this act would somehow resolve the tensions that had been carefully stoked."
I could feel the surroundings getting quieter. The young Master looked at me indifferently, as if this would be normal.
A flicker of anger flashed in my eyes as I spoke.
