Thoughts on Thousand Mountains

The snow in Yeting fell all over her. She raised her head and saw a pair of brocade shoes decorated with pearls. That year, she was the daughter of a guilty minister and was a slave in Yeting; she was the most noble princess in Daqing, as proud as the moon in the sky. Ke Chengzhao knelt down and said to her, "Come to my palace tomorrow." From then on, Xue Yining became Cheng Zhao's shadow. Grind her ink, comb her hair, and carry kites for her; mark her documents every late night, and guard her back in every crisis. Cheng Zhao, on the other hand, gave her all his coquettishness, dependence, tears, and a heart that had never been given to anyone. They walked from Ye Ting to the court, from the princess to the queen, separated by thousands of longings, separated by the flash of swords in the court, and what they dared not say out for sixteen years - "I love you." One is fire and the other is deep sea. The fire burned away the palace walls, but the deep sea still supported her.