The Pellucid Tower fell quiet, the koi that were once unfed had dispersed, but now, drawn again by either the lamplight or poetry, gathered in the Broad Pond outside the tower.
The guests looked at each other in disbelief; who could have thought that after many days since Meihua Ferry Crossing, a poem capable of eclipsing the whole Imperial Capital would emerge on this Mid-Autumn night.
In the long silence of Pellucid Tower, soft sobs came from beside Qi Zhaoning.
Turning her head, Qi Zhaoyun was unexpectedly shielding her face with a sleeve, tears dropping one by one onto the table.
