A Qing dynasty palace garden, tranquil and elegant, with lakes and mountains; an antique bamboo-carved pen holder, bearing the ties of fate. Together, they tell the tender, moving story of two women who joined their lives as husband and wife, and stayed hand in hand through everything! Words pass through bamboo, affection passes through words, and people are brought together by love!
I asked Tingyu to settle the matter fairly: "Tingyu, which of us is more playful, me or your younger sister?"
Tingyu couldn't help laughing. "Xuan'er has overtaken you!"
I said indignantly, "To prove I deserve the title, this princess will redouble her efforts!"
Dexuan smiled and praised me. "Lady Xia, the heroine, is quite something!"
I lifted my chin. "This heroine carves bamboo. She doesn't embroider!"
