In the palace of Shu, there was a beauty, surnamed Xu, known to the world as Lady Huarui.
Her face was like morning dew on creamy skin, brows akin to distant mountains veiled in blue; when her eyes turned, they resembled spring waters reflecting peach blossoms. Her cloud-like hair was piled high, dazzling though unadorned with gold ornaments; her graceful hands prepared ice, rivaling the blush of dawn without rouge powder. She excelled in the dance of Neishang, and when she moved with flowing sleeves, she seemed like a startled swan reflecting in the water; her lotus steps softly shifted, secretly carrying the scent of orchids and musk.
Mohe Pond.
