Ever since the passing of Empress Chunyuan, the Surging Swan Dance had not been mentioned. All the world knew that this dance was the one she had shared with the Emperor as a token of their love; no one dared perform it, for fear of inviting misfortune.
Watching Noble Lady Wan below, who bore such a striking resemblance to Empress Chunyuan, the Emperor could not help but feel a wave of nostalgia for those days in the Prince’s manor.
Back then, he and Empress Chunyuan were like a pair of immortals; she would dance while he played the zither—a truly idyllic life. In the third month of spring, when the peach blossoms fell in profusion, even the most beautiful scenery could not compare to a fraction of her grace. Yet, such beauty was fleeting. Alas, the fair lady had passed; like water from yesterday, she could never return.
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