The Silkworm’s Bound Song

[Yandere disciple] + [gentle master] + [imprisonment] + [very short story]

(Language polished with a tool; please read critically)

“Master once said... the intent of the sword must be pure...” Xuanji suddenly caught the drop of water between her lips. “So why can’t love be true as well?” The scent of wine mingled with the fragrance of pear blossoms as it brushed Yun Lian’s ear. “I want to marry you...”

The celadon incense burner clattered to the floor. Yun Lian dug her fingertips into Xuanji’s shoulder. “Aji, you’re drunk.” Her lips were deathly pale in the reflection on the water. “How can two women...”

“I’m not drunk!” Xuanji suddenly bit the cinnabar mole on her neck, sending petals swirling across the pool. “The Spirit-Locking Pill sealed your spiritual power... but it can’t seal my eyes!” She pinned Yun Lian against the pool wall. Their wet hair tangled together like the knot they had tied years ago when Yun Lian first accepted her disciple’s pledge. “When you look at that man surnamed Li... there’s no light in your eyes...”