The day of the banquet had finally arrived. The residence had turned lively with activity, but Meihua seemed to be brooding in her chambers. She was feeling tired and uninterested. She could only wonder how great it would be to spend a day doing nothing. It was one of those days where she wanted to be hopelessly lazy and keep staring at the invisible wind.
But unfortunately, she couldn't do so today. She reluctantly rose from her bed and left her chambers after a change. There was no one else as she had all the maids disperse an hour or two before when they had come to awaken her. The children were duly getting ready. ''Sis'' Shouted the little girl excitedly as she ran towards her sister. ''As you know, Xin'er careful'', said Meihua spoke as she lifted the little fairy into her arms.
In the ways of literary writing, the scenes shifted from their residence to their carriage and at the palace gates. As Meihua descended and the children got down, she gave them one final piece of advice. Keep your thoughts to yourself and reflect what you receive in this grand palace built upon lives. It was a grand and warm scene with slight clamor and unanimous chatter. Looking at the view in front of him, what was named a glorious and refined palace banquet looked like nothing but a glamorous fish market. Decorated in clads of fine gold and silver, he saw swarms of ladies fussing over different things. Comparisons of finer clothes, elegant taste, men of virtue discussing what it meant. Children looking at the two sides of the coin. The adults, some admiring, some mocking. It was a sight to behold, as all this could only be observed and understood. What was on the surface was a glamorous banquet with rows of high people seated and a peaceful font waiting to be torn.
admist his busy mind came an interruption. Not an exception, but neither similar. Voices chattered with few changed topics as his eyes fell upon a young beauty. surrounded her like chicks, Were three little promising buds in the process of bloom. It was as if she caught a piece of his soul. He was left willingly hooked. She was undoubtedly beautiful. There was no argument to that. But the glow in her eyes could stir a storm. If one looked closely resilient and unyielding, those slender shoulders, carrying duty and burden, privilege and respect, a promise to protect, to guide and to move. She looked and felt not like her, yet purely herself. He found her very bewitching sight, yet he forced himself to turn his eyes to look away as he once again faced and observed the gathered crowd with new characters in the play.