"On the eastern breeze, flowers burst into a thousand trees. Then it sent them scattering, stars like rain. Fine carriages filled the roads with fragrance. The phoenix flutes played, the jade pot's light turned, and all night, fish and dragons danced."
A single poem, "Green Jade Table: Lantern Festival," vividly and aptly described the bustling splendor of Xujing on this very night.
Though today wasn't the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, but the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the fireworks, the moon like a jade pot, the crowded streets, the dancing fish-and-dragon lanterns, and the laughter and clamor all matched the scene depicted in the poem.
At that moment, among the crowds in the street, a handsome, dashing man with a tall, straight figure strolled slowly along, admiring the sights on either side.
That man was none other than Han Li, who had parted ways with his senior brothers and sisters and was now heading out alone to meet someone.
Since it was still early, he didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. He even had time to admire the lanterns and scenery along the street, occasionally gazing blankly at the little girls playing and frolicking there. Who knew what he was thinking?
What he didn't know was that, ahead on the road he had to take to reach his destination, a young woman in a pink palace dress was watching him from the window of an inn's second floor.
"..."
That woman waiting on the second floor of the inn along his route was none other than Mo Caihuan, Fairy Mo!
Only, what she wore now was completely different from her usual white veil and bamboo hat.
She had changed her clothes and transformed into a beauty