In springtime, the Forbidden City was ablaze with blossoms, a vibrant tapestry of life. Princess Wenyi's first birthday banquet was a grand affair, the palace adorned with lanterns and decorations, a scene of bustling activity. Nobles, princes, and concubines gathered to celebrate the little princess's birthday. I was among them, yet I felt utterly uninterested in such banquets; the flattery and insincere pleasantries of the crowd filled me with utter disgust. Taking advantage of the lively atmosphere, I quietly slipped away and went to the courtyard. The moonlight, like water, bathed me in a cool breeze. The pond in the courtyard was crystal clear, its surface shimmering in the moonlight. I was savoring this moment of tranquility.
