In the Lian Mountains, lies a dormant spirit by the name of Daiyu. A Mountain Deity of renowned power and strength, she met her demise at the hands of love.
Waging war against the mortal realm after their princess dared take her lover away, she is c...
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In the gardens of Zhou manor, there was a long veranda by the water, where cherry blossoms along with an array of flowers adorned every corner. Two young ladies took refuge under the veranda's roof, lounging on a spacious luohan chuang, made from high-quality xiangzhi wood.
From afar, they both looked like flower nymphs at peace with nature, one in white the other in blue, both supernal in their image.
Lifen easily stood out thanks to the mysterious air that naturally clung to her.
The way she leaned back unto a cushioned pillow was elegant and refined, making her appear sensual and desirable to the eyes.
She was wrapped in layers of blue silk; her dress embroidered elegantly with white birds that seemed to take flight. The outer robe draped over her was a translucent white, light and flimsy, with wide sleeves that pooled down to the wooden planked floors like a pair of delicate wings. In her hair, there was a white jade hairpin shaped like a swallow, with eyes made of pearl and wings lined in gold.
With each faint movement of her head, beads of sapphire that dangled from the jade ornament swayed gently, clinking softly in a pleasing rhythm that added a soft charm to Lifen's otherwise aloof countenance.
The scene under the veranda was a picture of beautiful serenity, one worth painting. But the mood was not as tranquil as it seemed. With better inspection, one would see that there was a faint crease above Lifen's brow. Below, there was a subtle tension in her lips, that slowly grew until her frown became pronounced.
She sighed, contemplating in silence while Jiahui continued to read out loud from a book of poems. Restless, she began to nibble on her bottom lip while her concerns gnawed at her chest with unabated hunger.
On the opposite side of the couch, Jiahui watched her young miss with growing interest. Her expression was never this revealing, and it made her wonder what was making her young miss so anxious?
A certain face appeared to Jiahui as she pondered the possible reasons for Lifen's distress, and instantly, her eyes twinkled knowingly. Quickly she hid her knowing smile behind the book in her hand, even though her miss was blind. But with Young Miss, she felt that the need to be cautious was warranted.
She softly shook her head, continuing to read, as to not alert young miss of her secret thoughts, but her mind kept straying from the flowery words that she no longer found interesting
Physician Zheng Xueyou; His face not only appeared in the thoughts of Jiahui but Lifen as well.
He would be meeting her today in the gardens in an hour.
Unlike Jiahui, Lifen was not looking forward to it. The man had offended her the day before, daring to act domineering and haughty in her presence.
