"When I first met you, you were standing beneath a pear tree, its branches laden with blossoms as white as snow, each flower fragrant. And you were more beautiful than the flowers. One glance was all it took for me to fall for you.
Though this world is filled with countless beauties, you alone are the treasure in my heart."
He wore plain clothes all year round. Though he was no Buddhist, he seemed even more detached than the monks. She teased him for being a living bodhisattva who had no need for worldly pleasures. He merely smiled at her with fond indulgence, letting her jest as she pleased.
In the Golden Throne Hall, he wore a crown and sat upright on the dragon throne. The five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on his robes looked lifelike.
He was clearly the same person, yet somehow not. She stood in the hall and looked up at him. After a long silence, she finally said, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long, long live the Emperor!"
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