After moving into the same courtyard as Lu Yuan, Meng Qianqian gradually grew familiar with his daily routines. For instance, he woke up early every day, read for half an hour before attending morning court, and spent an hour on the rear mountain every night, always returning drenched in sweat.
She had stumbled upon him a few times. Cen the Steward, worried she might misunderstand, explained to her that the Grand Commander was practicing swordplay—ten years without interruption, rain or shine.
Outsiders only saw his lofty status, unaware that behind his authority stood years of tireless effort.
As she lay in bed, Meng Qianqian thought again of Lu Yuan's offhand recounting of his childhood.
It was the first time he had voluntarily spoken about his past.
Cen the Steward had once told her that Lu Yuan was separated from his mother in his youth and adopted by the Prime Minister. She'd thought the separation brief and pitied his tough days in the Prime Minister's Mansion.