Here is part 2 of Chapter 1 of Huang Ying’s The Silver Sword Grudge. There will be one more installment for the first chapter before moving on to the final chapter.
A lamp, a silver lamp, a rich and powerful lamp.
The person next to the lamp was like the moon, shining white wrist like frost and snow.
The person was no more than twenty, quite young. Very pretty, skin really like frost, like snow. She picked up a jade spoon with her right hand, fiddled with the incense in her King Wen cauldron burner, cheek resting lightly in her left hand, her upper body leaning against the bird-carved table, barely sitting.
Lamplight shone from the side, casting a faint silhouette of her face and making her even prettier.
Outside the curtain, rain gurgled, spring coming to an end. But the spring in her eyes was still flourishing.
Wind suddenly gusted in through the window and blow over the lamp.
The lamplight flickered, wisps of smoke wafting up from the King Wen cauldron wavered.
The wisps of smoke suddenly curled around the lamplight and had yet to waft before her when she wrinkled her nose in disgust and she blew at it.
The wisps of smoke dispersed, drifting out far away but quickly coalesced again and were borne back on the wind.
Her nose therefore scrunched up more, she shook her head but didn’t blow at it again, only sighed. “The spring breeze…”
Only two words out and a “person” followed up with, “The spring breeze is a stranger, why have you entered my gauze curtain?”
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