My name is Leng Qingsong.
The son of the former crown prince of Great Tang.
A beggar in Maple Leaf City.
Now, an ordinary Sword Cultivator on Little Mountain Peak of the Azure Cloud Sect.
If I were asked when I had been happiest.
I would answer without hesitation, "The time I spent begging in Maple Leaf City was the happiest time of my life."
At only three years old, my mind had already matured, and I had seen far too many people give their lives to protect me.
I grew up in the palace, born to a noble station.
Unfortunately, in his conceit, the man called my father, who desperately coveted the imperial throne, launched a so-called coup.
The outcome was only to be expected: before that emperor, my father was like a mere child.
My father was hunted down and killed in the streets of the Imperial City, without even catching sight of the palace gates.
The only thing he did that was not too foolish was leave my mother and me a way out, immediately ordering the sworn retainers at his side to take us away from that Imperial City.
It was along that journey that I saw far too many people who wanted to kill me, or to protect me.
They died in turn along the road, and even today, the cries of battle still faintly echoed in my ears.
To evade our pursuers, our party could travel only at night, and I was forbidden to leave the carriage or even open its curtains.
When we left, the weather had still been hot, a blazing summer, yet somehow, so very soon, snow was swirling everywhere and the wind cut to the bone.
In that sunless darkness, my young self had no idea when our flight would