The night was deep, and moonlight spilled silently from the sky. The brilliant glow flowed like water through the mountain forests, wrapping all of creation in a faint, silvery sheen.
In a small courtyard on the mountainside of Moon Spring Peak, three little fox-eared girls lay side-by-side on a bed. Their three little fox tails swished back and forth, flicking restlessly at the quilt.
Tushan Hanhan clutched a sheet of Xuan Paper, reading it over and over.
For Tushan Hanhan, who loved to read—especially poetry—the more she read the words on the paper, the more her heart filled with joy.
And what was written on this sheet of Xuan Paper was the very poem from the Holy Daughter's page.
After the three little ones had been sent out, Yue Shi had made a private copy for Tushan Hanhan, the best-behaved of the three. She had told Tushan Hanhan, "You can only look at this yourself. You can't show it to the other two."
This was to be the punishment for Tushan Doudou and Tushan Yiyi.
