"Rather than saying I am from the Royal Family, it's more accurate to say I come from a martial lineage."
The black horse's body was pitch-black, vigorous and strong, with its armor shining brightly in silver. Zhu Qianyun, standing tall, was particularly noticeable in the darkness of the night. She looked at the heavy armor hanging beside the black horse and spoke slowly:
"My father never liked me learning calligraphy, etiquette, or the arts of singing, dancing, and embroidery since I was young. For my fifth birthday, my uncle sent me a Flowing Light White Jade Hairpin and a set of head ornaments forged from Fengmi Gold. My father, however, threw my uncle's messenger out and instead, gave me a Night Slash Blade and an ill-fitting set of armor."
Shaking her head, Zhu Qianyun gently patted the pitch-black Night Slash Blade that hung on the other side, her eyes revealing a reminiscent smile:
