Jing State, Dragon Head Prefecture, Grand General's Mansion.
Today was the day Huang Sheli, beloved daughter of the Yellow Dragon Guard's Grand General and the Second Inner Palace in All-Under-Heaven City, would "wash her hands of the world."
In the courtyard stood a large basin forged from red gold, its Yellow Pear Wood stand planted firmly on the ground.
Two squads of soldiers stood facing each other on either side of the courtyard, holding long halberds and wearing gleaming armor. They formed the honor guard.
Huang Sheli stood before the golden basin, strong and graceful, her yellow robes trailing on the ground, every inch the picture of pride and vigor.
The basin was filled with spring water, clear as shattered jade.
Huang Sheli's hand hovered over the water, hesitant.
She wasn't "retiring from the martial world." She was in the prime of her life, and had no thoughts of becoming a nun.
She was simply washing her hands.
But why was there such a sense of ceremony about it?
Because she hadn't washed her hands in more than two months...
To be precise, ever since Jiang Wang had won first place at River Viewing Terrace and the two of them shook hands, she hadn't washed her right hand even once.
Today was the twenty-seventh day of the ninth month in Dao Calendar 3919.
According to Huang Fu, Grand General of the Yellow Dragon Guard, he had spent a long time calculating and determined that this day was Beauty Hand Day.
Wash your hands on this day, and the gods and Buddhas would bless you. Good fortune would follow for generations, and your hands would grow smooth and soft, so lovely they would seem unreal.
After much persuasion, Huang Sheli had finally agreed to wash her hands on this day, bringing