"Qingqing..."
"Qingqing?"
Zhao Junyao called her twice, yet after waiting for a long while, he heard no response.
Turning his head to look, he saw that she had plunged headfirst into the water. Clad in a pale pink Liuguang Brocade bodice, she was like a beautiful mermaid, gliding delightfully through the water!
Even though it was early October, this hot spring was an active spring water, piped into the palace from a mountain a hundred miles away. Warm and smooth, clear as jade, soaking in it didn't feel cold at all but rather like a warm spring day. The steaming spring water meeting the cold air turned into billowing, curling mist. Over time, the area around the spring became shrouded in a delicate, veil-like mist. When the moonlight penetrated, the shadows of the trees danced, vague and elusive. The water sparkled even more, bright as shattered jade. Hidden in the ephemeral mist, it further invoked the image of a beauty half-concealed behind her pipa.
