"Dear Registrar Lu:
I have long heard that you conduct affairs with fairness and understand the principles of both yin and yang. This old man has long held you in admiration, and after this test, I have come to know even more deeply of your exceptional talent.
I write to you presumptuously today to ask a favor for a private wish I have buried in my heart for many years."
As Lu Chen read, an image involuntarily surfaced before his eyes. What expression had that old man seated in Betrothal Hall worn as he put brush to paper?
"I oversee the mortal world's marriages, tying red threads and binding fates. I have watched countless gatherings and partings in the human world, smiling and sighing over the long-lasting love of men and women. I had thought my heart had long become still water, untouched by worldly desires.
Yet through a thousand years, one matter has remained in my heart, never diminishing through the passing years.
Long ago, I once met and came to know Meng Po.
But with Heavenly laws standing before us, our love was fated to run deep while our bond ran shallow.
Thereafter, I remained in Matchmaker God Hall while she stood upon the Bridge of Helplessness. Yin and yang followed their proper order, and we could not meet in secret.
Though we harbored a thousand thoughts, there was no way for them to reach one another.
I know this request violates the rules and disturbs your peace, Registrar.
Yet the roots of love have sunk too deep, impossible to erase even after a thousand years. I truly have no other recourse.
I boldly beg Registrar Lu to help make arrangements, so that this old man may see Meng Po once.
It need not be for long.