"The reeds are lush, and the white dew turns to frost. The so-called beloved one, resides across the water."
...
Inside the western chamber, the atmosphere was not so warm, as jealous barbs flew towards Qian Yixiu incessantly. Although there was some envy and admiration, it was rare. They simply could not understand how this legendary country girl could be more graceful, composed, and talented than themselves, who were ladies of noble families.
Pan Yuanting excitedly pulled Qian Yixiu to sit down and laughed, "Miss Qian is truly talented, just like my grand-uncle."
A few young ladies at the table congratulated her enthusiastically, looking quite proud to share in her glory.
Qian Yixiu felt helpless, as she had never intended to be a talented woman, yet it always seemed to go against her wishes.
Huang Jinyu, looking befuddled, remained standing on the spot with his mouth agape. His gaze followed Qian Yixiu from the courtyard into the western chamber, staring at her unblinkingly.
