At that time, spring passed, and summer arrived. The heat felt oppressive, and the scorching sun steamed the flower boat like a water steamer. The two women felt even more stifled, beads of sweat dripping from their hair. Bian Qiaoqiao wore long animal-hide boots, naturally bold and spirited, looking beautiful without losing convenience. At this moment, she was in great difficulty, the heat unbearable for her feet. She glanced at Nangong Liuli and envied her for losing one embroidered shoe, the bare foot exposed, at least giving some coolness. Ashamed to speak of this situation, she could only endure it.
That day at noon, Li Xian carried food, walking through the winding narrow paths. He pondered the recent situation. He sympathized with the two women's plight, and through conversation found that Bian Qiaoqiao was naturally pampered, while Nangong Liuli was graceful and dignified—neither were wicked people. If conditions allowed, he was willing to lend a helping hand.
