Author's Note: So now we meet the infamous Lady Fan. Or rather, we meet her daughter. I thought about dumping all of her back story in this match. But I decided to reveal more about her and her mother over the course of the season. I have been sitting on the idea for quite some idea since I was in the hospital back in January. You are going to have to stick around and see. Just a fair warning, it's going to be pretty dark. Darker than what I have been doing over the seasons. I will put the triggers down in this match and for the rest of the season. I don't know what I am doing next week, but I should check in on America, Lydia, and Baby Florence, shouldn't I? I'll work something out. For now, enjoy this week's match.

Match Six: Lady Fan:

Every rumor about my bloodline is true.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fan Qi. I am the daughter of Fan Lin. Yes, that Fan Lin. One of the most infamous women in eastern China. Most of the stories about her are true. But that is not why I am here.

"Cousin!" I said. "So glad to finally meet you!" Ju looked like she had seen a ghost. I don't blame her to be honest. I am not here to start a war. I just want to change the image of my name. She won't get what I am trying to do. I don't think anyone in her clan will believe me. I can't give up on my mission. I need this for my protection.

Please, allow me to plead my case.

I grew isolated in the mountains. It was just my mother and me. I never knew who my father was. She never told me either. I didn't think much about it. There wasn't time to do that. At the time, I didn't realize that my home was really a prison. I didn't have a normal childhood. There weren't many children around the house. But I wasn't really alone. On the surface, I had a normal childhood. I had no idea how rich I was. My house was nice and big. My mother prided herself on that her grandfather built that house with his own hands. I would inherit it one day. Thinking about it now makes me cringe.

The house itself is a story that would take days to explain. Picture your standard mansion and its secret rooms. Add more rooms onto that. Then add more rooms to that and you have my house. Growing up I didn't think much about it. My first few years of my life were just my mother and me. Then things changed when I was five years old.

I woke up to a small face staring at me. He was the same age as me at the time. The first time I noticed was how dark his skin was. He had on a trousers and clean-pressed shirt. Even his tie looked nice.

"Hello," this boy said. I sat up with a confused look on my face.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Isaac," he said. He didn't seem to be sure if he should be here or not. We turned when we heard footsteps walking to my doorway. I saw Isaac flinched for a second. My mother had an icy look on her face.

"Why are you still in bed?" she asked.

"Who is he?" I asked, pointing at Isaac. My mother walked up to him and placed her hand on his head.

"This will be your doll," she said. Isaac had no emotion on his face. I tilted my head.

"My doll?" I asked.

"Yes," my mother said. "Now get out of bed. You have a busy day." She turned and walked out of my room. I turned back to Isaac. He didn't say anything.

I had many dolls over the years. Isaac was my first one. He would talk to me, play with me, and sometimes he would eat at the table with me. My doll didn't talk much at first. I did see a little bit of sadness in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" I asked one day. Isaac shook his head. I scooted in closer.

"Why do you always look so sad?" I asked. I leaned in closer to see his face. I put my arm around his shoulders. He still wouldn't look at me. He did mumble something to me.

"Hm?" I asked.

"I'm scared," he whispered. A confused look washed over my face.

"Scared? Scared of what?" I asked. Isaac didn't answer. Instead, he turned his head. I looked up behind us. My mother stood in the doorway, watching us. She had that familiar cold look in her eyes.

I didn't know that something was really wrong until days before my sixth birthday. We were going out to a festival. I forgot which one it was. But I definitely know it was the summertime. My mother dressed Isaac and I up in traditional clothes. This would've been the first time that we've been outside of the house.

"You're old enough to see the world," she said. She knelt down to Isaac.

"You will behave yourself," my mother hissed. "Do you understand me?" My doll quickly nodded. She patted him on the head.

"Good," she said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes!" I said. My mother bowed her head.

"I will be outside, waiting," she said. She turned and walked out the front door. I looked over at Isaac. I could see him trembling. I smiled and took him by the hands.

"It's okay," I whispered. Isaac stared at me with big eyes. Back then, I think he was trying to tell me something. My young mind couldn't grasp it at the time. I was just happy to have a friend. And that day, we were going to leave the house for once. Isaac squeezed my hands back.

"Let's go," I said. We walked out the door together.

That was one of the best days of my life. I didn't notice the people staring at us. I had only seen the outside in pictures. (She didn't allow me to have a TV.) At first, I didn't know how to take the lights and people. My mother nudged us out of the car.

"Go on," she said. "Go out and look." I slowly climbed out of the car. Isaac followed me. He stayed by my side. I wouldn't let him go. I didn't know where I wanted to start. My mother put her hands on our shoulders.

"Go play a game," she told us. She pointed us over to what I think was a goldfish tank. I didn't ask any questions as Isaac and I walked over. The vendor looked up and noticed us.

"Oh, hello!" he said.

"Hi…" I mumbled.

"Do you want to play?" the man asked. He handed us both nets. I remembered his teeth. They were crooked with gold in them. Part of me wanted to reach out and touch them. There were bits of food in his bread too. I don't remember what the rest of his face looked like. Just his teeth and his bread. I turned to my mother. She nodded as if to grant permission.

"Yes!" I said. The vendor handed Isaac and me the little nets. He had his eyes on Isaac. My doll and I were fishing in the murky tank. I caught two fish. Isaac caught about five of them. He looked so calm the whole time. Isaac was good at playing piano and fishing after all.

"You are so amazing," I said over the winter. Isaac just blushed as played his music. I watched his fingers dance on the keys.

"Can I play too?" I asked.

"Uh… okay," Isaac mumbled. I joined him on the piano. I could never play as well as he could.

Henry ended up winning the game. We ended up keeping the fish. Isaac and I were just about to leave him the vendor called out, "Hey!" Isaac and I turned around. That man with the weird teeth stood up with his eyes on Isaac.

"Is something wrong, little boy?" he asked. My doll froze. I could feel his hand trembling. His little brown eyes widened as he started to speak. My mother walked up and patted him on the hand.

"Nothing," she said. "Everything is fine." My mother walked us away before anyone could say another word. The rest of the day felt awkward. Sure, we ate and played games at the festival, but my mother had a cold look at Isaac the whole time. My doll looked so afraid. Almost like he knew that he messed up somehow. I squeezed his hand for the rest of the day. The car ride home was an uncomfortable one. Nobody said a single word. The silence became worse when we got home.

Days later, Isaac just disappeared.

I bowed my head to Ju.

"Allow me to introduce myself," I said. "My name is Fan Qi. I'm sure that you heard of me. You are half-right. I am Lady Fan, but more accurately, I am her daughter."