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Tales of Timeless Love
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In the depths of sorrow, beneath the waning moon, there is indeed love, yet no hope.
The drums echo from the depths, beneath the waning moon. There is neither winter nor summer, only the grace of her snowy feathers.
The gongs resound along the path of the waning moon. There is neither winter nor summer, only the dance of the mandarin ducks.
The "Book of Songs, Wan Qiu" paints a poignant picture of a young nobleman gazing up in despair as the Chu Country Shaman performs rituals and dances beneath the waning moon. "Indeed there is love, yet no hope. Neither winter nor summer, only her snowy feathers," perfectly encapsulates his thoughts—while you dance lightly and soar high, it cannot conceal my tears and heartache.
It turns out that love and indifference are equally hopeless.
Of course, this is merely a literary speculation.
As for me, I have my own story to tell.
At that time, the situation in the Central Plains was tumultuous. The State of Qi remained strong under the control of Qi and Chu, while the western State of Qin was subtly rising. The remaining states of Yan, Han, Zhao, and Wei were surrounded by these three powers, living in constant fear as if walking on thin ice, terrified that a single misstep could lead to their nation's downfall.
And at this moment, the State of Wei unexpectedly decided to send its treasured "Bai Lu Yu" to the State of Chu?!
What could be the intentions behind this move by King Wei and King Chu? And what about Mu Qing, son of the Grand Minister of Wei? His father Mu Yuan was quite renowned among the seven states, yet Mu Qing seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. What is his true background? Is there some deception at play?
At a quarter past noon, the gates of Wei's capital swung open with a thunderous sound. Eight hundred armored guards with gleaming swords escorted an extraordinarily luxurious carriage toward Chu.
Undoubtedly, within that carriage were none other than Mu Qing, son of the high minister, and Wei's treasured "Bai Lu Yu."
In an instant, the entire world was in an uproar.
In the summer of 189 BC, Mu Qing, the son of the Grand Minister of Wei State, was escorting the treasured “Bai Lu Yu” from Wei State to Wan Qiu City in Chu, as a tribute for the Xiang Shui Festival. This news spread like wildfire, shocking everyone.
A seemingly ordinary carriage slowly made its way along a narrow path, producing a rhythmic “clop clop” sound. The driver was a clever boy of about twelve or thirteen years old.
At this time of early summer, Chu was already known for its picturesque landscapes, and the scenery became increasingly charming as they approached Wan Qiu City.
“Young Master, the scenery here is truly beautiful. Why don’t you take a look?”
Inside the carriage, there was silence.
“I say, Young Master, it’s been quite a while since we left the capital of Wei State. Can’t you say a word? We’re only fifty miles from Wan Qiu City; we’ll be there by tomorrow.” The boy persisted, chattering away.
Still no response; it felt as if there was no one in the carriage at all, the quietness almost eerie.
“Young Master… how can you ignore me, Xiao You?” The boy, named Xiao You, thought to himself. “You can devise clever strategies like feigning an attack elsewhere or escaping like a cicada shedding its shell, yet you remain silent like a closed gourd on ordinary days! How unfair!” Xiao You felt wronged and pondered silently.
Having traveled from the capital of Wei State for over half a month, the Young Master had hardly spoken a few words. If it weren’t for the need to eat and rest each day, he would have doubted whether he was pulling an empty carriage.
How did he end up with such a Young Master? At least say something; otherwise, it would suffocate anyone! Oh heavens, could someone make the Young Master speak?
Inside, Xiao You was filled with sorrow when a clear voice suddenly rang out from the carriage, "Stop the carriage."
"Ah? Ah! Whoa—"
Xiao You hurriedly pulled on the reins and looked up at the sky, his face filled with surprise. Which deity had manifested? Such a miraculous occurrence meant he would have to burn incense morning and night to pay his respects.
"What’s wrong, Young Master?"
"There’s singing coming from the southwest."
Heavens, the Young Master spoke again! Xiao You's eyes turned red with excitement, nearly bursting into tears on the carriage. However, he still forced himself to maintain composure. "Singing? In this desolate wilderness, where could it possibly come from? Could it be that you..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted with a whoosh. A young man dressed in Ink Color attire appeared. He stood tall and handsome, exuding an extraordinary demeanor… but his expression was cold, as if touched by frost.
Xiao You stared at the Young Master who had suddenly appeared, momentarily frozen in place. Although the Young Master had a cold temperament, his appearance was truly pleasing to the eye. At home, their father was very strict and never allowed him to go out easily. Now that they were in the State of Chu, how many young ladies would be captivated by him? Oh dear, if someone were to take the Young Master away, how would he explain it to their father?
The young man with Ink Color glanced at Xiao You, who was dazed in front of him with a hint of drool at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head helplessly and did not call out to wake him. Instead, he gracefully dismounted from the carriage and quickly walked down the path toward the southwest.
The young man with Ink Color held a deep blue cloth bag in his arms, his expression serious.
At this time and place, dressed like this, who else could it be but the previously shocking Mu Qing?
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