Three years ago, the most talked-about news in the capital was that His Highness Prince Ming had married beautiful wives and concubines within two months. His wife, whose surname is Jiang and whose given name is Xinyue, is the daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs and the most talented woman in Kyoto. But my concubine is the number one in the Qin Pavilion and the Chu Pavilion in Kyoto, and her name is Bai Yue.
To outsiders, the two people, who seemed incompatible with each other, got along surprisingly well.
One is talented in poetry and calligraphy, the other is peerless in elegance, but both are gentle and polite. That year there were red plums and white snow. The two held red plums in their hands and danced emotionally in the falling white snow. That year on the spring trip to the lakeside, she took the paper kite, took the spool, and flew the kite into the sky. That year, when the Chu army entered Daliang and Kyoto, she drank a bottle of wine with her. It just so happens that the red plum blossoms are in full bloom and the white snow is falling.
"Who in this world is worthy of my sister's talent in poetry and calligraphy, and my peerless elegance!"
Intention: It will be good when fate comes, it doesn't matter whether it is sooner or later.