The weather was calm and sunny. The sun was blazing in the vast canvas of the blue sky. Wu Qian was collecting medicinal herbs in the Yàopîn valley(medecine valley) when suddenly he felt a gush of wind and before he even knew it he was fighting a slender figure wearing wearing a black and red colored hanfu(chinese traditional clothing).
Wu Qian fought back with much precision and delicacy. The only flaw here was that he was fighting with a bamboo stick that he had in hand.
But one passing by would think that the two gentlemen were fighting about equal battle, that is, with swords. The confrontation then ended with both opponents going back to a draw, both facing each other. Both were unscathed, but Wu Qian was slightly panting due to the suddenness of the attack.
They both exchanged eye contact, and the slender figure broke the silence by saying:
"Hello there, if it wasnt for your first class martial arts i would have thought you were a lady(as there were few lady with good martial arts in the Wen kingdom and they were all well known), small waist, soft, milky skin, plump lips, long curved eyelashes" he went on.
Wu Qian looked at him while lowering his 'sword'. The stranger then spoke yet again while slightly bowing:
"Pardon me for not introducing myself. My name is Wen Jing."
Upon hearing the strange man present himself Wu Qian's big does eyes widened. The man standing in front of him was the prince of the Wen kingdom! The future successor, the future king! Wu Qian bowed at a 90° angle and apologized whole- heartedly for not knowing who the former was.
Wen Jing was known for his handsome figure, his first class martial arts, and also for his selfless, caring, gentle, and outgoing nature, which in turn made him the hot topic with the girls.
Wen Jing: Well, what's your name? And how come I never saw a beauty ahem gentleman like you around here before?
Wu Qian: Ahh, young master this one is a new servant, and the name is Wu Qian, "he said while still bowing down.
Wen Jing: Ahh, interesting. Wu Qian, like the morning! Well, it surely does suit you. He said while chuckling.
Well, it's time for me to go. If madame Wen finds out that I sneaked out of the palace... I will be finished for sure! Well, see you around Qianqian, "he said before dashing towards the path leading to the kingdom.
Wu Qian's big hazelnut colored doe eyes followed Wen Jing, who in no time disappeared from his gaze and yonder. He, in turn, continued picking up the remaining medecinal herbs needed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello guys 👋 this is my first time posting a work on this platform, and I hope you enjoy my short stories. There might be grammatical mistakes as English isn't my first language, so please bear with me naaaaa.
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That fated morning.
Historical FictionLittle did he know that their fates would change after meeting each other on that fated morning. Wu Qian a servant and Wen Jing, the future king of the Wen kingdom.
