Cultivation, medicine, and alchemy were her strengths, things she had poured her entire life into. But chess, calligraphy, and painting? Those had always been far from her world.
From a young age, all her time had been devoted to training.
Though the daughters of noble families often learned such arts, she had been groomed early as a successor, leaving her no leisure to study them. Later, when she was labeled a waste, survival itself became a challenge. When one struggled just to eat, elegance became a luxury.
Seeing the hesitation on Zora's face, Celia raised a brow gently. "You don't know them?"
Zora gave a small, helpless smile and answered honestly. "To be frank, I don't."
She did not understand how such arts related to inheritance, but she knew this was Celia's test. Avoiding the truth would only insult her.
Celia looked momentarily surprised, then quickly composed herself. "If that's the case," she said lightly, "this trial may be somewhat difficult for you."
