Life is a play, and it all depends on the performance. When there's no story, just make one up. Let right and wrong be judged by the heavens. Lose yourself in the search for a way, and get drunk on the sight of the sword.
The Jiang residence was a sprawling estate of carved brackets and towering buildings, covering hundreds of acres.
Streams wound through it, pavilions stood over the water, and trees flourished among fragrant flowers and plants.
For years, a secluded courtyard in the southwest corner had echoed with laughter and playful bickering, whatever the season.
Sure enough, early this morning, the lawn was lively again, with two or three dozen adults and children all mixed together.
Amid the ceaseless laughter, some played hide-and-seek, some kicked bamboo balls, some chased one another and shouted, some played table tennis in pairs, and others sat in a circle, chatting about everyday life.
The courtyard was filled with crowing roosters and barking dogs, while geese chased ducks into flight. If only the grounds were bigger, the two snow-white steeds in the stable to the west, their spirits shining bright, seemed ready to break out and join in too.
All in all, the young and old, masters and servants living here were happy. It seemed they lived a honey-sweet life, day after day and year after year.
Yet the owner of this estate was infamous throughout the land.
"She's here, she's here. She's here.
Young Master, she's here. This time, she's really here."
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