She watched the withered leaves falling inside the ancestral hall, and the layers of shadows reflected on the paper windows, and said, "It's not anger towards them that I feel, but anger towards father. Since he wants me to shoulder such a heavy burden... why couldn't he make all this simpler."
This was a game of enormous disparity.
The "chess player" sitting across the board was a vast shadow shrouded in fog, they were adults whose age, calculations, far surpassed her own, and from within that fog, there was nothing but the emission of slyness, craftiness... qualities such as these.
And she, sitting on this side, found moving forward difficult, even finding usable "chess pieces" was strenuous.
The only "heavy weapon" she possessed was also bound by the rules.
Gao Tian fell silent as well.
Li Quhu hadn't truly prepared his daughter to "swallow wolves and drive tigers"; instead, he left behind a dangerous predicament.
"Now I begin to understand... the reasons for his actions."