Blossoms of Power

In ancient times, amidst classical romance where green tiles crowned ancient walls, where roadside flowers bloomed to perfume passing robes; where vermillion gates led to purple palaces, where delicate hands plucked stars to weave into celestial garments. Among the sons of Heaven’s household, should I be given the choice to select, even before His Majesty’s presence, this declaration I would dare to make? She was noble and aloof, cold in her beauty, looking down upon all living beings – not a single person or matter in this world could stir her emotions. Until she encountered that supreme cup of pre-rain Dragon Well tea. He knelt to plead for the corrupt Minister of Personnel: “Let not the...