In the capital, people liked to say, “The Jiang girl would climb onto the roof and tear it off.” Jiang Lingyi, daughter of the Censor-in-Chief, was just like an untethered kitten. She wanted to roam the martial world as a heroine, gather a band of followers, and, most of all, join the young general at the frontier.
Back then, she always believed reunions would be like the Mid-Autumn moon: whole every year, there to stay for all time.
But the jianghu stretched far, and the court was full of danger. An imperial decree made her Crown Princess, marrying her to the man who had always treated her like a younger sister and locking her behind the palace walls, sealed tight against the world.
He said, “There will always be somewhere I can protect you,” and truly protected her for a lifetime.
He said, “I will guard the frontier,” and he guarded more than the frontier. He guarded her, too.
Then a blaze like a sea of flames brought new hope. Time wound its way around and, through all the partings and reunions, they truly found their way back to that night when they made osmanthus wine.
(Sibling love, friendship, and love of country are often more important than romance.)
It's so beautiful, but no one is looking at it. It's just plain good, it's so beautiful.
It's a very plain text, but it conveys enough emotion!