It was a full yue tonight and the air was perfumed by the aroma of peach blossoms. Feng Er sat on the stone steps with her jian on her lap. Under the candle lit paper lanterns, she traced the sharp edge of her jian with her fingers while staring into her reflection on the blade. She was no longer the young wanderer who had come to the Capital City of Chang An more than a decade ago; but a personal guard to Royal Adviser Meng Mei.
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