"Shao, your beauty is bewitching, naturally enchanting others, yet I cannot have you to myself... Brother really cannot bear to see you wed to Uncle Xia Yu."
A young man clad in a dark red curved skirt knelt in the chamber, entranced by a strand of raven-black hair in his hand, his gaze wandering over the girl's arched, beautifully curved and blemish-free fair feet, even her toenails shimmering with a lustrous pinkish-white, utterly infatuated.
"Brother need not worry, Shao still has three years before she marries. What's more, if Brother truly wishes Shao not to marry, he can plead with our father and take me instead!"
