Among everyone present, the only one both distinguished and on somewhat familiar terms with him was Fairy Qin, Qin Qing.
At a moment like this, he could no longer worry about saving face. Whether it worked or not, he had to swallow his pride and give it a try.
The thin booklet he handed Qin Qing contained several poems.
Those poems had originally been copied down by Xia Zimo. Later, Xu Yi obtained Xia Zimo's Sumeru Ring and came across them. Whenever he saw them, he was reminded of the past and sank into an inescapable gloom, so he, too, had copied them out by hand.
He still had quite a few such booklets in his Sumeru Ring. These poems were famous only in Great Yue and had never been revealed in this world.
He offered them to Qin Qing, hoping to pave the way with the poems and move the Fairy Qin, cold as the winter moon.
Qin Qing opened the booklet. The moment the words in Slender Gold Script entered her eyes, a vivid, exquisite scene unfurled in her mind. Boundless moonlight and gentle breezes turned into myriad tender feelings, flowing into her heart.
"Old vines, ancient trees, dim crows; a little bridge, flowing water, a few homes. The western wind sweeps the old road, a lean horse trudges on. The sun sinks in the west, and the heartbroken traveler is at the edge of the world."
As another short poem came into view, Qin Qing felt her heart melting along with it.
Through inspired craftsmanship and the alchemy of talent, the written word could conjure imagery so beautiful.
She could even imagine Dragon Master, after receiving this poem, shouting and drinking wildly for days on end, singing at the top of his lungs without pause.
Qin Qing