The Imperial Garden of the Royal Palace of Qin.
Past a winding pebble path and a sea of multicolored flowers.
In the pavilion at its very center.
A young woman sat with perfect posture upon a stone stool.
She wore a long, pale pink silk dress that shimmered with a pearl-like luster. Its hem, as light as a wisp of cloud, trailed gracefully on the ground.
The impeccably tailored dress cinched at a waist so slender one could encircle it with a single hand. From there, it hinted at the graceful curves that swept down to form a perfect arc at her hips.
Her swan-like neck emerged from a standing collar adorned with delicate lace, making her skin appear even more translucent and white as jade.
Beneath two crescent-moon eyebrows, her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. When her eyes moved, they seemed to hold a clear spring, and the natural blush at their corners looked as if it had been painted with the juice of spring peach blossoms.
