Chapter 111 Is All Well in the Mortal Realm? (I)
Word Number：304
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2026-01-22
Sung: Snow drifts north and south of the rivers wide, From afar I know the Yi waters chill. Through clouds I gaze toward the three passes’ pride — A heartbreak mountain, and another still. Heaven may age, the seas may turn and roar, Yet this resentment will not die. Often envoys come and ask: “Is peace restored?” When, tell me, will the phoenix carriage fly? In the spring of Kaiyuan Year 24 (736), Princess Shanchan discovered she was with child. Seeing this, Emperor Xuanzong specially permitted Li Chenghao to remain at the princess’s side; Li Chenghao would no longer be obliged to refine his poetry and essays, and Li Xiu temporarily took over his official duties. Yang Yuhuan’s heart was a delicate thing. Lately she had often been troubled and ill at ease because Li Mao did not seem to understand the finer feelings of a lover; boredom and melancholy crept in, and she took every chance to visit Princess Shanchan. One such day, spring soft and warm, Yang Yuhuan made her usual way to the Wang Mansion of Langya. Her servants, accustomed to these visits, led her along the garden path. She stepped lightly into the courtyard where flowers were in full bloom. Princess Shanchan was in the pavilion, coaching the young Qingyu on a recited poem, while Li Chenghao stood at a brazier preparing tea. At the water’s edge his ladle scooped from a string of spring-fed streams; he stirred the boiling pot with a bamboo ladle until a whirl formed, then dropped in the ground tea, bits of tangerine peel and sprigs of mint into the spiral. When the kettle boiled and the froth rose — the tea’s surface scum, prized as the very soul of the brew — Li Chenghao tempered the heat with water from his ladle to coax the
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