Clipping Words, Lotus Breeze

Knock out the madam, kick the playboys flying,

One boat, one tower, lotus-scented breezes intoxicating along the Qinhuai.

An emerald parasol ripples over clear water, jade earrings sing in the wind,

A blue-green skirt billows, a painted fan conceals a pipa in her arms.

I follow Heaven's decree: when you're down, I'll finish you off.

One whip, one sword, blood washing over the camp of hypocrites,

A silver whip shatters souls, an ink-black blade sweeps away treacherous winds,

Red sleeves unfurl, silver needles dance, extraordinary skills kept hidden.

I follow my heart, settle old scores, and seek true delight.

Roam the unruly martial world, playing with its storms and waves.

A bold, laid-back (in name only) heroine, her signature color is blue-green.

Green skirts, emerald parasols.

A wicked, wildly arrogant (in name only) hero, his signature color is demonic red.

A wicked grin, red robes.

What did you say? Red and green together?

Bah! Aren't you supposed to be the heartless one? If you treat my sincere feelings as nothing and trample my love like broken tiles, why should I keep throwing myself at you?

Begone, you wicked creature! Who wants to be a traffic light with you?

A gentle early-summer breeze cuts and shapes a leaf scented with lotus;

A pretty, inconspicuous city girl with excellent work skills. The only thing to cry and laugh about is that she was finally promoted only after she died. Just as she finally mastered the ins and outs of her new immortal post, her superior shirked his "duties" and sent her down to the mortal realm, where she became the most aloof top courtesan in a den of extravagance.

Let's see how this little office girl, crushed under the landlord class, takes one wrong step and earns the resentment of the martial world.

What? I'm the only one fit to shoulder this important task? Since when could a little lotus fairy like me be mentioned in the same breath as the future Heavenly Lord?

Don't blame me for complaining. Young Master, you're bullying your subordinates far too much. Can someone else take your succession exam for you?

You say you'll bear all the consequences? May I ask if I was the one who wrote the decree, "Pass and ascend to Heaven; fail and be erased"?

Colorless, formless, and tasteless: what does the Heavenly Decree look like, anyway? Could I kill myself and start over, and go back to being a little city girl working the fields?