Just looking at her eyes made the world seem pure and untainted.
The Peach Flower Spirit cleared her throat and slowly began to speak.
She yawned tiredly and asked, “Divine Lord, can Flower rest on your lap and sleep?”
After hearing the gossip, this small reward seemed acceptable, so I nodded: “Mm.”
She smiled, contentedly lying on my lap, murmuring dreamlike: “Flower doesn’t have enough spiritual energy, and is sleepy. Yu Jiejie used to sit like this and let Flower sleep. Divine Lord, when Flower wakes up, I’ll make something delicious for you. Yu Jiejie said the dishes Flower makes are the most delicious.”
“Mm.” Watching this jade-like person sleep, I also moved more gently.
But after a long time, my leg went numb… Help, why aren’t you awake yet!
In the evening, Jian Chen returned, and I looked at him weakly, using my eyes to signal.
Jian Chen frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded firmly at me and stepped lightly into the room.
When Flower woke up, she stretched and, seeing me collapsed in the chair, laughed: “Divine Lord, Flower will make something delicious for you.”
“Go, go,” I was grateful that she finally came back to her senses. I slowly got up, my leg went weak, and I fell to the ground.
The round moon reflected in my eyes, bringing tears. If I ever have a child, I’ll never let him sleep on my lap – I’ll send him to his father.
When Jian Chen walked out of the room, I was standing and dusting myself off. Seeing him, I said: “I can’t understand why you won’t let Flower be reborn. Wouldn’t it be good for all of you if she went back?”
Jian Chen paused slightly: “She told you everything?”
“Yes.”
Jian Chen spoke in a deep voice: “What you heard may not be the ultimate truth.”
…Indeed, the moon is out, and the poet has emerged. I looked at him with disdain, then suddenly realized: “Could there be some hidden story?”
Jian Chen glanced at me and slowly said: “There’s a saying that knowing too much about external affairs will one day lead to being silenced.”
