Savoring Life’s Hundred Flavors (Part Three) Qing Jiu was still doubting Jue Mingzi’s identity when he suddenly grabbed her wrist, urging, “Come, come, come, let’s check your wound. If we delay, the wound could get infected and you’ll catch a cold, which is not fun at all.” Qing Jiu stumbled, pulled along by his firm grip. She tried to break…
Savoring Life’s Hundred Flavors (Part Three) The courtyard was alive with the incessant chirping of birds. The door stood open, revealing a room furnished with simple, antique pieces.. Since regaining consciousness, Qing Jiu had been sitting listlessly on her bed, devoid of any energy. Footsteps approached the doorway, and Qing Jiu glanced sideways. A young girl, dressed in a summery…
Savoring Life’s Hundred Flavors (Part Two) In early spring, when all things grow, the Xuhuai Valley is filled with various flowers and medicinal herbs, creating a lush green vista on clear days, with butterflies dancing gracefully. Bai Sang was seated on the porch, her gaze following a child chasing butterflies around the courtyard. She rested her cheek on her hand…
Unfamiliar with the Five Tastes of Life (Part One) As the Qingming Festival approached, Lin Qingchao took Qing Jiu out shopping for new summer clothes. After browsing several streets, they settled into a teahouse. A storyteller was entertaining the crowd with tales of the jianghu’s most intriguing events. “Speaking of strange events in wulin, one cannot help but mention Hangzhou,”…
Unfamiliar with the Five Tastes of Life (Part Six) As Qing Jiu’s sword was mere inches from the woman’s throat. She leaned aside, twirling her jade flute, deflecting the strike. This allowed Qing Jiu to see her profile. Her features were strikingly handsome and oddly familiar. Qing Jiu’s sword play was fluid, gliding along the flute, aiming for the woman’s…