Qi Yan nods. "It was like that for my mother. She was not a warrior, and everyone would have preferred my father take a fiercer wife, but she was much beloved by those her knew her." It is a rare opportunity, to be able to talk about her parents without fear. She thought, when she first spoke of these things with Nangong Jingnu, that it would be unbearably difficult to drag out memories from her childhood that have been buried for decades. But it's strangely easy, as if these matters were closer to the surface than she thought. "How do you find it here?"