Lijing Mountain.
The side courtyard was swept spotlessly clean, Li Jingtian propped up the wooden frame, taking advantage of the fine weather to air out the wooden slips, carefully placing them, when a little girl around seven or eight years old, dressed in a red dress with gold patterns, looking quite festive, came into the inner courtyard briskly, with a brocade bag in hand, laughing as she said:
"Mom! When is Brother Yuanjiao going to fetch the bride?"
Li Jingtian held Li Qingxiao in his arms, checked the hour, and said warmly:
"The time should be near, once you have gathered your clothes, we can go down the mountain together."
"Oh..."
