The four beautiful maids lowered their heads and responded one by one—with only themselves knowing how much they really took in.
"All right, go pay your respects to the Saintess, and while you're at it, let her know who you are!"
Yun Jinnian leaned back in her chair, staring at the sky.
Outside it was the cold of winter, but here it was as warm as spring, with flowers blooming in rage.
It was beautiful.
If there were no quarrels, no scheming, no conspiracies of any sort—no ideals even—growing old in this valley with a loved one, watching the sunrise in the morning, the sunset in the evening, and the stars and moon at night, passing the seasons in warmth until the end of one's days, would be peaceful.
"This servant Telan (Ji'an, Sanglin, Liuka) pays respects to the Saintess!"
Yun Jinnian, seeing that they were older than her and more slender, asked, "How old are you?"
"This servant is already sixteen!"
"Oh, sixteen—such a wonderful age!"
