In the West Wing of the Imperial Palace where the Emperor’s concubines stayed, in a courtyard, Lady Ying was standing in front of Tai saying her goodbyes.
Li Ling was there as well, along with an older-looking Little Snow that was at least a head and a half taller than the almost thirteen Li Ling, the same height as Tai.
“Are you sure you want to attend this Chosen Tournament?”
Lady Ying asked Tai with a worried voice.
Tai nodded with assurance and said confidently.
“Aunty, I’m sure! And I already had uncle go out of his way to make me a Chosen, if I don’t go then I would have bothered him for nothing. Plus…”
Tai paused here for a brief moment while sadness flashed past his eyes. He then softly continued.