The Dragon Daughter tucked Ji Yuan's calligraphy and painting into her sleeve, then began to toy with the fan Mother Jujube had given her. With a light flick of her wrist, the folding fan opened in Ying Ruoli's hand. This time, however, she seemed to be deliberately controlling it. No exaggerated radiance spilled forth; only blue-gold hues rippled across the fan like waves.
The Dragon Daughter's loss of composure had drawn many eyes at the banquet hall. Now that the glow had faded, everyone could see the fan's original design more clearly. Even Old Dragon and several Dragon Lords were curious about it.
Ying Ruoli's crystal-clear eyes gazed at the exquisite fan. The embroidered scene upon it seemed to depict her standing against the wind with a wooden branch in hand, while yellow jujube blossoms danced before her like dragons.
"Th-this is me...? It's so beautiful..."
Ying Ruoli gently brushed her hand across the fan's surface, only to find that the scenery around her seemed to change. A breeze blew in, carrying the fragrance of flowers. It was as though she had entered the courtyard of Ju'an Pavilion, where someone grasped a tree branch and danced with a sword beneath the jujube tree in the moonlight.
The wind turned as it pleased. When the Sword Momentum flowed in winding arcs, a soft breeze curled around it; when it turned fierce, the clear wind surged wildly up and down. Its changes were unfathomable, wondrous beyond measure!
The twig in the sword dancer's hand seemed to draw threads of silk. At last, with a sweep of his sleeve and a flick of his sword, the courtyard breeze swept up fallen twigs and jujube blossoms, rushing diagonally out of the Small Courtyard. They transformed into a faint Green-Yellow Flower Dragon that flew through