Su Mingyi grew up in a deep mountain Taoist temple until she was three, knowing only a grandfather who protected her to the bone. Her grandfather taught her martial arts and chanted scriptures, strictly guarding even when she and other little Taoist children took baths. Until her grandfather sent her down the mountain, she didn't know she still had family! But the family before her eyes was so poor they couldn't even light a fire to cook, her grandmother sighed all day long, and her father Su Yan'an was frail and sickly, bedridden for three years, struggling even to get up. Once a prodigy and talented scholar, now only a broken body remained, all imperial examinations abandoned, with slim chances of survival. Three-year-old Su Mingyi frowned, sighed, and thought: Well, this family cannot do without me!