She unfolded the letter and began reading while he sat across from her, steeping tea.
The faint scent of tea quickly spread from his fingertips, lingering gently between the walls.
As usual, he brewed two pots - one strong tea for himself and one aromatic tea for her. He poured himself a cup of the strong tea, about to take a sip when she suddenly stretched out a hand to stop him. Looking up, he saw the girl's displeased expression.
"What is it?" He was puzzled.
"You can't drink such strong tea," she said unhappily. "Rest if you get tired, even if busy."
"Since when do you manage me?" He said helplessly.
"I'm your senior martial sister, of course I can manage you," she retorted, pouring another cup and testing its temperature before handing it to him.
With a sigh, he accepted the tea and slowly drank.
Finishing the letter, she propped her cheek in thought over its contents. "Mr. Goat writes that bandits seem to be causing trouble in Huainan, impacting his transport association's business. Unsure of the bandits' movements, he feels this difficult issue requires our assistance."
Zhu Zi’an nodded. "Mr. Goat leads the transport association. With business mainly relying on waterways, he previously told me Huainan's growing chaos recently has hurt operations."
Setting his cup down: "He once saved my life. To repay that kindness, I will certainly help however I can."
Jiang Kui reread the letter. "Indeed this requires my presence. The band he mentioned - some may be acquainted with me."
"Not surprising for Young Hero Falling Flower Silver Spear's wide connections." Zhu Zi’an smiled. "Haven't seen them in years though. Can't say if still familiar."
"Actually..." She explained, "I was briefly a mountain bandit in the past, befriending a few."
"I didn't know about this history of yours. But joining bandits sounds like something you'd do," he mused, studying her.
Head cocked, she recalled, "Not real bandits though. Just gathered some followers in the small mountain near town. We'd roam villages drinking and brawling...helping whoever we came across. Mostly wanted free alcohol."
Zhu Zi’an laughed. "So the rumors are true - help villagers and they must treat you to wine. No wonder."
"Why reveal me?" She glared.
Still reminiscing, "Countryside wine is so tasty, fragrant and strong, hot on the tongue but hard to get drunk on. We'd gaze at the sky lounging on hillsides after drinking. Ponds at the base glittered brightly, everything warm and cozy...It felt timeless, like days could continue that way forever."
She turned to him. "I'll take you there someday?"
"I'd like that." Head lowered, he smiled briefly. "...If there's still time."
"Work first." He stood, walking to the bookshelf and retrieving a map from a drawer. Returning to the short table, he unrolled and spread it out.
"Look at this terrain." He indicated several spots. "Let's outline a plan. We'll leave for Huainan in ten days."
"You've never seen the Yellow River?"
She shook her head. "Are we taking a boat?"
"Yes, I'll arrange it." He nodded. "Just focus on the bandits."
Chuckling: "Former bandit boss, you must be skilled at this."
"Why do I feel you're mocking me?" She harrumphed, taking up a brush.
"It was praise." He shook his head helplessly, pouring tea to sit beside her and observe her drawings.
Brow slightly furrowed in thought, the slender fingers grasping her brush were both delicate and firm. Lamplight illuminated her tilted hair in a lovely golden halo, soft and fuzzy.
Unable to resist, his fingers twitched toward her hair, ruffling it gently.
Unexpectedly she allowed it, not even looking up. "Go ahead if you want."
He laughed once. "Weren't you against it before?"
"We're martial siblings," she casually justified, continuing to write.
"I see." Face turned towards her, he smiled softly.
"Senior martial sister," he called gently, voice clear and pleasant.
Her strokes faltered at his unexpected address.
Halting, she lifted her gaze. "Don't randomly call me that during work."
"Oh?" Head tilted quizzically.
"It's distracting when I'm trying to think," she grumbled.
"Duly noted." Another low laugh as he obediently nodded, tousling her hair again.
The candle flames burned bright red atop their table. Gaze lowered, he didn't notice her flushed complexion.
They discussed late into the night, stars studding the dark expanse outside. The brazier's firewood was replaced several times, new pieces crackling with sparks amidst the warmth.
Zhu Zi’an yawned softly, head nodding down as his lashes gradually drooped.
Jiang Kui watched him briefly then put the maps away. "Let's stop here today."
"I'm not tired," he insisted stubbornly. "We can finish studying the terrain."
She sighed. "But I'm worn out and returning to the palace."
He turned towards her. Hiding another yawn behind a hand, she did seem exhausted. "Go and rest then."
Exchanging farewells, she exited while he observed her departure from the window. Silently laughing once, he headed downstairs into the awaiting carriage at the back courtyard.
Snow lined the lamplit streets. Wheels crunching over the icy path, the carriage rode a stretch before its occupant listened awhile and gradually dozed off against the interior wall.
The driver Luo Shi Yi halted the carriage, peeking inside at the sleeping prince before rapidly dismounting and hissing towards the roof: "Young Hero Jiang!"
The girl nimbly leapt down from the eaves, lifting the curtains into the carriage.
She draped a fur blanket over him, leaning close to tidy his disheveled clothes. Settling beside him, she smiled faintly down at his face. "He's so easily tricked."
"Young Hero Jiang," Luo Shi Yi whispered back. "This Huainan trip may take over a month. Master Physician Shen asked me to remind you to ensure he drinks the medicinal wine daily. We must return immediately if it runs out."
"I understand," Jiang Kui answered.
Pushing a few braziers nearby, she embraced the slumbering man from behind and began healing his injuries, nestling against his shoulder and listening to his soft breathing. Moonbeams draped delicately over them like diaphanous silk.
Beyond the window white snow drifted down. Within, firelight danced.
He shifted slightly towards her warmth amidst dreams, cheek brushing against hers.
In this stillness it was as though all other sounds faded, leaving only each other's breaths.
Jiang Kui awoke the next dawn under golden winter sunbeams.
Turning on the pillow, she gazed softly at the one still asleep as rays stole between the curtains to gently brighten his features in tranquil warmth.
Leaning near his cheek she whispered, "Waiting for you."
Rising, she tread barefoot over the slightly heated floor and changed behind the screens into dark green battle dress. Donning a small woven hat and hefting a cloth bundle, she slipped over the palace walls towards Beiting Bridge.
With untouched snow lining empty early morning streets, powder rolled off rooftops.
The girl awaited her appointment atop the bridge, looking into the distance.
Far mountains wore white stoles while nearby trees bore crystal frost. Below, the frozen river's surface was obscured by thick snow, distantly resembling heaped pear blossoms. Several white plum trees near the bridge were budding, twittering birds landing to shake loose drifts of delicate flakes.
A "thud" sounded as a snowball shattered brightly against the bricks.
The bridge's occupant glanced up to see a silhouette land at the other end.
Casually leaning against a tree, one hand on his sword hilt while the other held a wineskin, windblown snowfall framed him dashingly unconstrained as a carefree youth on a bridge - osmanthus wine in hand, triumphant in the spring breeze.
"Jiang Xiaoman," he called.
She responded, lightly landing before him in a flutter of sleeves.
Gazes met beneath the tree as she peered up and he smiled down softly. "Sorry for the wait."
"I know, so make it up to me," she demanded with a pout.
Rising on tiptoes, she moved to knock his head. He just laughed and bent to receive it indulgently. "Gladly."
Her slim knuckles rapped his crown gently, once, twice, thrice.
His smile grew warmer still, reflecting the dazzling daylight above.
"Let's go." Gripping her wrist, he briskly led her away.
"By carriage?" Jiang Kui asked.
"No, boat." He glanced up at the clear skies. "Great weather for traveling."
One after the other they passed through snow-laden trails, stopping at the banks near a thick sheet of ice. A small boat bobbed further out, tied by ropes embedded deep in the snowdrifts.
Zhu Zi’an dug them out and mightily hauled the craft closer for them to board - a modest punt that rode low in the water.
She looked puzzled. "We're taking this tiny boat up the Yellow River?"
"Of course not." His laughter echoed. "Do I seem that foolish?"
Pointing across the broad river he explained, "This trip calls for discretion without drawing attention. We'll take a modest vessel and switch later."
Slapping the rudder, he turned while gesturing at the mast. "Jiang Xiaoman, go set the sail. I'll steer."
"You can handle a craft like this?" She blinked.
"Not very well," he admitted then grinned. "Shall I try?"
Effortlessly, she swung up the rigging to unfurl the sail before lightly rejoining him. He experimentally turned the rudder, movements initially somewhat wooden as if dredging up memories. After several attempts he quickly grasped the knack, maneuvering adeptly with increasing deftness.
Their little punt meandered haphazardly about before finally sailing smoothly downstream into brighter vistas.
In the distance snow cloaked the mountains. Lining the banks, vibrant trees stood flanked by birds nesting amidst thickening flurries. Occasionally flocks erupted from the shimmering surface in sprays of water.
They stood shoulder to shoulder at the prow, him steering steadily through refracted shards of light while she remained beside him.
Studying him briefly, she suddenly suggested, "Teach me to steer?"
"That way if you grow tired I can take over," she explained.
His smile flashed, reflecting flickers of their wake. "Certainly."
With her standing before the rudder he positioned himself behind, arms circling around to guide her hands in his warm grasp. Together they maintained their smooth course.
So very close, nearly embracing. Glancing back, his expression remained serious and focused. The wind teased his hair to brush her cheek, carrying scents of pine and plum blossoms.
Just that quick peek before he gently turned her head forward once more. A youthful voice followed, earnest yet warm against her ear. "Concentrate, Jiang Xiaoman."
"I am concentrating," she insisted, eyes locked ahead again. "It doesn't seem difficult."
"Then I’ll let go." His hands left hers atop the rudder.
The instant his support disappeared her grip faltered. Losing control, the spinning rudder violently rocked their craft sideways with a lurch.
Tossed hard amidst the chaos she slipped backwards. He reacted instinctively to catch her small frame against him. Their boat continued undulating wildly, flinging them further off-balance until both tumbled atop the pitching boards.
She crashed into his embrace as icy droplets rained over their tangled sleeves.
Golden eyes pierced her own widened gaze in the startled hush.
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She unfolded the letter and began reading while he sat opposite her, steeping tea.
The faint scent of tea quickly overflowed from his fingertips, lingering gently between the walls.
As usual, he had brewed two pots of tea - one strong tea for himself and one aromatic tea for her. He poured himself a cup of the strong tea and was about to take a sip when she suddenly reached out to stop him. Looking up, he saw the girl's displeased expression.
"What is it?" He was puzzled.
"You can't drink such strong tea," she said unhappily. "No matter how busy, go to sleep if you're tired."
"Since when do you manage me?" He asked helplessly.
"I'm your martial sister, of course I can manage you," she retorted, pouring another cup and carefully testing its temperature before handing it to him.
He sighed and accepted the tea, slowly drinking it.
Having read the letter, she rested her chin in her palm, pondering its contents. "Mr. Goat wrote that bandits seem to be causing trouble in Huainan, affecting their transport business. Their movements are hard to predict so he feels this is a thorny issue, asking us for help investigating."
Zhu Zian nodded. "Mr. Goat leads the transport gang whose business relies on the waterways. When he visited Chang'an last time, he mentioned Huainan growing increasingly chaotic, hurting his business."
Setting down his cup, Zhu Zian said, "He saved me once so I owe him. I will certainly help however I can."
Jiang Kui reread the letter. "I should personally handle this. The band he mentioned might include old acquaintances from my past."
"As expected of the famed 'Fallen Flower Silver Spear' Heroine, friends everywhere," Zhu Zian smiled.
"Haven't seen them in years. Not sure if we're still familiar," she murmured, staring at the letter.
"Actually..." She explained, "I was once a mountain bandit for a month and made some friends back then."
"I didn't know about this history of yours. Although getting into that sort of trouble suits your nature," Zhu Zian said, leaning on one elbow as he regarded her.
She tilted her head, reminiscing. "Can't say we were true bandits. Just camped on a hill near town with some followers, wandering the countryside daily, drinking and brawling...would help whoever we came across in need. Mainly an excuse to mooch free booze."
Zhu Zian chuckled. "Thought so. I heard country folks must treat you to wine if you've helped them."
"Why reveal me?" She glared.
Cradling her chin again, she recalled fondly, "Rural wine is so tasty, fragrant and strong, hot on the tongue but hard to get drunk on. After drinking our fill we'd lie on the hillside watching clouds drift by, the pond at the foot reflected bright sunlight everywhere...felt like time disappeared and days went on forever."
She turned to face him. "I'll take you there someday?"
"Sure." He smiled faintly, head bowed. "...If there's still time."
"Business first." Rising, he went to the bookcase and took out a map from a drawer, spreading it open before her on the desk. "Look at this terrain. Let's outline a plan, we'll leave for Huainan in ten days."
He paused. "You've never gone to the Yellow River before right?"
"Never," she shook her head. "Are we taking a boat there?"
"Yes. I'll arrange transport to Huainan. Just focus on the bandits."
He smiled. "Former bandit leader, you must be familiar with investigating them?"
"Why do I feel you're insulting me?" She humphed, taking up a brush.
"I'm clearly praising you," he said, sounding helpless as he moved his tea next to her and observed her sketching and making notes.
Brow slightly furrowed in concentration, she wrote elegantly with slender yet strong fingers. The enamel lamp overhead shone onto her slightly tilted head, bringing out a beautiful golden rim on her hair, soft and fuzzy.
Unable to resist, Zhu Zian reached out and ruffled her hair.
Unexpectedly she didn't push him away or even look up, merely murmuring absently, "Go ahead and touch."
He chuckled, "Changed your mind? You forbade it last time."
"We're martial siblings," she casually justified, head still lowered as she continued writing.
"I see." He turned towards her, gaze lingering as he smiled faintly.
"Martial sister," he called gently, voice clean and pleasant.
Her brush faltered slightly.
Halting, she lifted her head and whispered, "Don't randomly call me that."
He tilted his head puzzledly. "Not when working?"
"It's distracting," she grumbled. "Interrupts my thinking."
"As you wish." He laughed softly and nodded obediently, reaching to ruffle her hair again.
The candle flame burned bright crimson but he didn't notice her blushing cheeks.
The two discussed their Huainan plans late into night when the sky glittered with stars. The coal brazier was refreshed several times, newly added embers glowing warmly and occasionally releasing sparks.
Zhu Zian yawned lightly as his drooping head slowly sank downwards, long lashes also lowering drowsily.
Jiang Kui watched him sideways for a moment before collecting the maps. "Let's stop here today."
"I'm not tired," he insisted. "Let's finish reviewing this one map."
She sighed. "But I'm worn out. I should head back."
He turned to see her stifle a yawn as if truly exhausted. Nodding agreeably he said, "Hurry back then."
Exchanging farewells, Jiang Kui left the room. Zhu Zian silently laughed as he watched her departure from the window before going downstairs into a carriage waiting in the rear courtyard.
Snow lined the lamplit streets, shining bright as silver in moonlight. The carriage rolled over crushed snow, travelling a distance as its occupant listened sleepily until dozing off against the cabin wall.
The driver Lu Shiyi halted the horses and peeked inside at the slumbering prince before rapidly jumping down and hissing at the roof: "Hero Jiang!"
The girl nimbly leapt from the eaves and entered the cabin, pulling a fur blanket over him. She tidied his disheveled clothes then sat beside him, smile lingering as she tenderly watched his face. "He's so gullible."
"Hero Jiang," Lu Shiyi whispered back from outside. "This Huainan trip will likely take over a month. Master Shen asked me to remind you to supervise his medicine each day. If it runs out we must return immediately."
"I understand," Jiang Kui replied.
Pushing over several burning braziers she wrapped her arms around the sleeping figure to begin healing him. Burying her face into the crook of his neck she could faintly hear his breathing. Moonbeams draped softly over them like layers of bright gauze.
Outside, snow drifted down with whispering sounds. Inside, the carriage flickered with firelight.
In slumber he instinctively turned his face towards her, lightly touching her cheek.
As if they were enveloped in stillness where all other sounds faded away, only each other's breaths lingered.
On the tenth dawn Jiang Kui awoke under rays of winter sun.
Turning on the soft pillow her gaze fell on the still-slumbering figure beside her. Sunbeams threaded between canopy curtains and silently spilled over his features, lighting his brow and eyes with tranquil warmth.
She shifted nearer, whispering by his ear: "Waiting for you."
Then rising swiftly she crossed the floor warmed by the heated ground with bare feet. Behind an ornate screen she donned dark green battle robes and a woven bamboo hat. Hugging a bundle of white cloth she slipped out over the palace walls towards North Pavilion Bridge.
The early winter streets were deserted, snow tumbling off rooftops.
The girl sat atop the bridge watching, awaiting her expected companion.
Faraway peaks wore mantles of snow, nearby trees crystallized with frost. Below, the frozen river was heaped with snow like mounds of pear blossoms. Several winter plum trees along the bank awaited blooming, tiny birds twittering amidst the gently falling flakes.
A snowball shattered brightly against the bricks.
Looking up, the girl on the bridge saw a figure descend before her.
Casually leaning beneath a tree, he wore a sword with a pot of wine slung over one shoulder. Against the backdrop of white petal-like flakes he seemed wildly unrestrained and carefree - an idle scholar poet filled with springtime delight beneath a flower laden bridge.
"Jiang Xiaoman," he called.
Answering, she lightly landed before him with a graceful step.
Hair and sleeves fluttered as they faced one another beneath the tree.
Craning up she met his lowered smile.
"Sorry for the wait," he said gently.
"As you should be." She sulked. "I should punish you."
Raising on tiptoes she reached to knock his head. Chuckling, he bent to receive her blows.
"Go ahead."
Slender knuckles rapped his crown once, twice, thrice.
His smile grew as he was illuminated by dazzling daylight.
"There. Shall we?" Taking her wrist he immediately pulled her off.
"Taking a carriage?" Jiang Kui asked.
"No need. A boat." Tilting his head he admired the lovely snowy sky. "The weather is perfect for travelling."
One after the other they made their way over a little snow dusted trail to the riverbank, an old boat gently swaying tied to a wooden post buried in the piles of snow.
Zhu Zian dug out the mooring rope and with a mighty tug slid the craft closer before helping Jiang Kui on board. It was a humble punt, riding low in the water.
She looked puzzled. "We're crossing the Yellow River on this little thing?"
"Of course not." His laugh echoed. "Do I seem that silly?"
He pointed towards the broader river. "This mission requires secrecy. To avoid notice we'll take this punt to Wei River and change boats there."
Patting the tiller he beckoned her over. "Jiang Xiaoman, go raise the sail. I'll steer."
"You can handle a sailboat too?" She blinked.
"Not very well," he admitted then added brightly. "Shall I try?"
She sprang atop the canopy to unfurl the sail before lightly vaulting down to observe him steering.
Initially awkward and by-the-book, Zhu Zian quickly grasped the trick through several attempts and was soon adeptly handling the tiller, movements swift and nimble.
They zig-zagged about before smoothly shooting downstream into sunlight.
In the distance snow-capped peaks embraced white slopes while flowers lined both banks. Myriad fluttering flakes drifted onto shores where egrets and cranes napped. Occasionally some waterfowl would flare up, skimming the glittering surface.
They stood side by side at the bow. He navigated them onward while she quietly watched.
After some moments she asked, "Teach me to steer?"
"If I get tired we can switch," she explained.
"Of course." He beckoned her over to demonstrate, standing behind and gently guiding her through the motions - wrapping both arms around to envelop her hands over the wooden handle, pressing close against her back.
His actions were gentle yet solid. Fingers curled in his warm grasp she grasped the tiller, ably directing their little craft straight onwards.
Nearly embracing, they stood very close. She secretly glanced back at his intent concentration, head bowed with wind stirring his hair to tickle her cheek, carrying scents of snow and plum blossom.
She had just begun to turn when he lightly pressed her gaze forward again, tutoring gravely by her ear, "Concentrate, Jiang Xiaoman."
"I'm perfectly focused," she reassured, staring ahead. "Doesn't seem difficult."
"Then I'll let go." His hands left hers.
The instant his support disappeared her fingers slipped. The tiller spun violently, catapulting the boat sideways with a loud thud amidst aggressive rocking.
Jiang Kui was flung downwards by the fierce convulsions. Zhu Zian instinctively moved to catch her. Their vessel continued writhing like an angry snake, sweeping them off-balance. Together they toppled upon the deck.
She collapsed into his embrace and his arms immediately encircled her.
A splash of water hit their intermingled sleeves.
He lifted his gaze to meet her lowered eyes.
They silently held one another's stare.
She unfolded the letter and began reading while he sat across from her, steeping tea.
The faint scent of tea quickly spread from his fingertips, lingering gently between the walls.
As usual, he brewed two pots - one strong tea for himself and one aromatic tea for her. He poured himself a cup of the strong tea, about to take a sip when she suddenly stretched out a hand to stop him. Looking up, he saw the girl's displeased expression.
"What is it?" He was puzzled.
"You can't drink such strong tea," she said unhappily. "Rest if you get tired, even if busy."
"Since when do you manage me?" He said helplessly.
"I'm your senior martial sister, of course I can manage you," she retorted, pouring another cup and testing its temperature before handing it to him.
With a sigh, he accepted the tea and slowly drank.
Finishing the letter, she propped her cheek in thought over its contents. "Mr. Goat writes that bandits seem to be causing trouble in Huainan, impacting his transport association's business. Unsure of the bandits' movements, he feels this difficult issue requires our assistance."
Zhu Zi’an nodded. "Mr. Goat leads the transport association. With business mainly relying on waterways, he previously told me Huainan's growing chaos recently has hurt operations."
Setting his cup down: "He once saved my life. To repay that kindness, I will certainly help however I can."
Jiang Kui reread the letter. "Indeed this requires my presence. The band he mentioned - some may be acquainted with me."
"Not surprising for Young Hero Falling Flower Silver Spear's wide connections." Zhu Zi’an smiled. "Haven't seen them in years though. Can't say if still familiar."
"Actually..." She explained, "I was briefly a mountain bandit in the past, befriending a few."
"I didn't know about this history of yours. But joining bandits sounds like something you'd do," he mused, studying her.
Head cocked, she recalled, "Not real bandits though. Just gathered some followers in the small mountain near town. We'd roam villages drinking and brawling...helping whoever we came across. Mostly wanted free alcohol."
Zhu Zi’an laughed. "So the rumors are true - help villagers and they must treat you to wine. No wonder."
"Why reveal me?" She glared.
Still reminiscing, "Countryside wine is so tasty, fragrant and strong, hot on the tongue but hard to get drunk on. We'd gaze at the sky lounging on hillsides after drinking. Ponds at the base glittered brightly, everything warm and cozy...It felt timeless, like days could continue that way forever."
She turned to him. "I'll take you there someday?"
"I'd like that." Head lowered, he smiled briefly. "...If there's still time."
"Work first." He stood, walking to the bookshelf and retrieving a map from a drawer. Returning to the short table, he unrolled and spread it out.
"Look at this terrain." He indicated several spots. "Let's outline a plan. We'll leave for Huainan in ten days."
"You've never seen the Yellow River?"
She shook her head. "Are we taking a boat?"
"Yes, I'll arrange it." He nodded. "Just focus on the bandits."
Chuckling: "Former bandit boss, you must be skilled at this."
"Why do I feel you're mocking me?" She harrumphed, taking up a brush.
"It was praise." He shook his head helplessly, pouring tea to sit beside her and observe her drawings.
Brow slightly furrowed in thought, the slender fingers grasping her brush were both delicate and firm. Lamplight illuminated her tilted hair in a lovely golden halo, soft and fuzzy.
Unable to resist, his fingers twitched toward her hair, ruffling it gently.
Unexpectedly she allowed it, not even looking up. "Go ahead if you want."
He laughed once. "Weren't you against it before?"
"We're martial siblings," she casually justified, continuing to write.
"I see." Face turned towards her, he smiled softly.
"Senior martial sister," he called gently, voice clear and pleasant.
Her strokes faltered at his unexpected address.
Halting, she lifted her gaze. "Don't randomly call me that during work."
"Oh?" Head tilted quizzically.
"It's distracting when I'm trying to think," she grumbled.
"Duly noted." Another low laugh as he obediently nodded, tousling her hair again.
The candle flames burned bright red atop their table. Gaze lowered, he didn't notice her flushed complexion.
They discussed late into the night, stars studding the dark expanse outside. The brazier's firewood was replaced several times, new pieces crackling with sparks amidst the warmth.
Zhu Zi’an yawned softly, head nodding down as his lashes gradually drooped.
Jiang Kui watched him briefly then put the maps away. "Let's stop here today."
"I'm not tired," he insisted stubbornly. "We can finish studying the terrain."
She sighed. "But I'm worn out and returning to the palace."
He turned towards her. Hiding another yawn behind a hand, she did seem exhausted. "Go and rest then."
Exchanging farewells, she exited while he observed her departure from the window. Silently laughing once, he headed downstairs into the awaiting carriage at the back courtyard.
Snow lined the lamplit streets. Wheels crunching over the icy path, the carriage rode a stretch before its occupant listened awhile and gradually dozed off against the interior wall.
The driver Luo Shi Yi halted the carriage, peeking inside at the sleeping prince before rapidly dismounting and hissing towards the roof: "Young Hero Jiang!"
The girl nimbly leapt down from the eaves, lifting the curtains into the carriage.
She draped a fur blanket over him, leaning close to tidy his disheveled clothes. Settling beside him, she smiled faintly down at his face. "He's so easily tricked."
"Young Hero Jiang," Luo Shi Yi whispered back. "This Huainan trip may take over a month. Master Physician Shen asked me to remind you to ensure he drinks the medicinal wine daily. We must return immediately if it runs out."
"I understand," Jiang Kui answered.
Pushing a few braziers nearby, she embraced the slumbering man from behind and began healing his injuries, nestling against his shoulder and listening to his soft breathing. Moonbeams draped delicately over them like diaphanous silk.
Beyond the window white snow drifted down. Within, firelight danced.
He shifted slightly towards her warmth amidst dreams, cheek brushing against hers.
In this stillness it was as though all other sounds faded, leaving only each other's breaths.
Jiang Kui awoke the next dawn under golden winter sunbeams.
Turning on the pillow, she gazed softly at the one still asleep as rays stole between the curtains to gently brighten his features in tranquil warmth.
Leaning near his cheek she whispered, "Waiting for you."
Rising, she tread barefoot over the slightly heated floor and changed behind the screens into dark green battle dress. Donning a small woven hat and hefting a cloth bundle, she slipped over the palace walls towards Beiting Bridge.
With untouched snow lining empty early morning streets, powder rolled off rooftops.
The girl awaited her appointment atop the bridge, looking into the distance.
Far mountains wore white stoles while nearby trees bore crystal frost. Below, the frozen river's surface was obscured by thick snow, distantly resembling heaped pear blossoms. Several white plum trees near the bridge were budding, twittering birds landing to shake loose drifts of delicate flakes.
A "thud" sounded as a snowball shattered brightly against the bricks.
The bridge's occupant glanced up to see a silhouette land at the other end.
Casually leaning against a tree, one hand on his sword hilt while the other held a wineskin, windblown snowfall framed him dashingly unconstrained as a carefree youth on a bridge - osmanthus wine in hand, triumphant in the spring breeze.
"Jiang Xiaoman," he called.
She responded, lightly landing before him in a flutter of sleeves.
Gazes met beneath the tree as she peered up and he smiled down softly. "Sorry for the wait."
"I know, so make it up to me," she demanded with a pout.
Rising on tiptoes, she moved to knock his head. He just laughed and bent to receive it indulgently. "Gladly."
Her slim knuckles rapped his crown gently, once, twice, thrice.
His smile grew warmer still, reflecting the dazzling daylight above.
"Let's go." Gripping her wrist, he briskly led her away.
"By carriage?" Jiang Kui asked.
"No, boat." He glanced up at the clear skies. "Great weather for traveling."
One after the other they passed through snow-laden trails, stopping at the banks near a thick sheet of ice. A small boat bobbed further out, tied by ropes embedded deep in the snowdrifts.
Zhu Zi’an dug them out and mightily hauled the craft closer for them to board - a modest punt that rode low in the water.
She looked puzzled. "We're taking this tiny boat up the Yellow River?"
"Of course not." His laughter echoed. "Do I seem that foolish?"
Pointing across the broad river he explained, "This trip calls for discretion without drawing attention. We'll take a modest vessel and switch later."
Slapping the rudder, he turned while gesturing at the mast. "Jiang Xiaoman, go set the sail. I'll steer."
"You can handle a craft like this?" She blinked.
"Not very well," he admitted then grinned. "Shall I try?"
Effortlessly, she swung up the rigging to unfurl the sail before lightly rejoining him. He experimentally turned the rudder, movements initially somewhat wooden as if dredging up memories. After several attempts he quickly grasped the knack, maneuvering adeptly with increasing deftness.
Their little punt meandered haphazardly about before finally sailing smoothly downstream into brighter vistas.
In the distance snow cloaked the mountains. Lining the banks, vibrant trees stood flanked by birds nesting amidst thickening flurries. Occasionally flocks erupted from the shimmering surface in sprays of water.
They stood shoulder to shoulder at the prow, him steering steadily through refracted shards of light while she remained beside him.
Studying him briefly, she suddenly suggested, "Teach me to steer?"
"That way if you grow tired I can take over," she explained.
His smile flashed, reflecting flickers of their wake. "Certainly."
With her standing before the rudder he positioned himself behind, arms circling around to guide her hands in his warm grasp. Together they maintained their smooth course.
So very close, nearly embracing. Glancing back, his expression remained serious and focused. The wind teased his hair to brush her cheek, carrying scents of pine and plum blossoms.
Just that quick peek before he gently turned her head forward once more. A youthful voice followed, earnest yet warm against her ear. "Concentrate, Jiang Xiaoman."
"I am concentrating," she insisted, eyes locked ahead again. "It doesn't seem difficult."
"Then I’ll let go." His hands left hers atop the rudder.
The instant his support disappeared her grip faltered. Losing control, the spinning rudder violently rocked their craft sideways with a lurch.
Tossed hard amidst the chaos she slipped backwards. He reacted instinctively to catch her small frame against him. Their boat continued undulating wildly, flinging them further off-balance until both tumbled atop the pitching boards.
She crashed into his embrace as icy droplets rained over their tangled sleeves.
Golden eyes pierced her own widened gaze in the startled hush.
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She unfolded the letter and began reading while he sat opposite her, steeping tea.
The faint scent of tea quickly overflowed from his fingertips, lingering gently between the walls.
As usual, he had brewed two pots of tea - one strong tea for himself and one aromatic tea for her. He poured himself a cup of the strong tea and was about to take a sip when she suddenly reached out to stop him. Looking up, he saw the girl's displeased expression.
"What is it?" He was puzzled.
"You can't drink such strong tea," she said unhappily. "No matter how busy, go to sleep if you're tired."
"Since when do you manage me?" He asked helplessly.
"I'm your martial sister, of course I can manage you," she retorted, pouring another cup and carefully testing its temperature before handing it to him.
He sighed and accepted the tea, slowly drinking it.
Having read the letter, she rested her chin in her palm, pondering its contents. "Mr. Goat wrote that bandits seem to be causing trouble in Huainan, affecting their transport business. Their movements are hard to predict so he feels this is a thorny issue, asking us for help investigating."
Zhu Zian nodded. "Mr. Goat leads the transport gang whose business relies on the waterways. When he visited Chang'an last time, he mentioned Huainan growing increasingly chaotic, hurting his business."
Setting down his cup, Zhu Zian said, "He saved me once so I owe him. I will certainly help however I can."
Jiang Kui reread the letter. "I should personally handle this. The band he mentioned might include old acquaintances from my past."
"As expected of the famed 'Fallen Flower Silver Spear' Heroine, friends everywhere," Zhu Zian smiled.
"Haven't seen them in years. Not sure if we're still familiar," she murmured, staring at the letter.
"Actually..." She explained, "I was once a mountain bandit for a month and made some friends back then."
"I didn't know about this history of yours. Although getting into that sort of trouble suits your nature," Zhu Zian said, leaning on one elbow as he regarded her.
She tilted her head, reminiscing. "Can't say we were true bandits. Just camped on a hill near town with some followers, wandering the countryside daily, drinking and brawling...would help whoever we came across in need. Mainly an excuse to mooch free booze."
Zhu Zian chuckled. "Thought so. I heard country folks must treat you to wine if you've helped them."
"Why reveal me?" She glared.
Cradling her chin again, she recalled fondly, "Rural wine is so tasty, fragrant and strong, hot on the tongue but hard to get drunk on. After drinking our fill we'd lie on the hillside watching clouds drift by, the pond at the foot reflected bright sunlight everywhere...felt like time disappeared and days went on forever."
She turned to face him. "I'll take you there someday?"
"Sure." He smiled faintly, head bowed. "...If there's still time."
"Business first." Rising, he went to the bookcase and took out a map from a drawer, spreading it open before her on the desk. "Look at this terrain. Let's outline a plan, we'll leave for Huainan in ten days."
He paused. "You've never gone to the Yellow River before right?"
"Never," she shook her head. "Are we taking a boat there?"
"Yes. I'll arrange transport to Huainan. Just focus on the bandits."
He smiled. "Former bandit leader, you must be familiar with investigating them?"
"Why do I feel you're insulting me?" She humphed, taking up a brush.
"I'm clearly praising you," he said, sounding helpless as he moved his tea next to her and observed her sketching and making notes.
Brow slightly furrowed in concentration, she wrote elegantly with slender yet strong fingers. The enamel lamp overhead shone onto her slightly tilted head, bringing out a beautiful golden rim on her hair, soft and fuzzy.
Unable to resist, Zhu Zian reached out and ruffled her hair.
Unexpectedly she didn't push him away or even look up, merely murmuring absently, "Go ahead and touch."
He chuckled, "Changed your mind? You forbade it last time."
"We're martial siblings," she casually justified, head still lowered as she continued writing.
"I see." He turned towards her, gaze lingering as he smiled faintly.
"Martial sister," he called gently, voice clean and pleasant.
Her brush faltered slightly.
Halting, she lifted her head and whispered, "Don't randomly call me that."
He tilted his head puzzledly. "Not when working?"
"It's distracting," she grumbled. "Interrupts my thinking."
"As you wish." He laughed softly and nodded obediently, reaching to ruffle her hair again.
The candle flame burned bright crimson but he didn't notice her blushing cheeks.
The two discussed their Huainan plans late into night when the sky glittered with stars. The coal brazier was refreshed several times, newly added embers glowing warmly and occasionally releasing sparks.
Zhu Zian yawned lightly as his drooping head slowly sank downwards, long lashes also lowering drowsily.
Jiang Kui watched him sideways for a moment before collecting the maps. "Let's stop here today."
"I'm not tired," he insisted. "Let's finish reviewing this one map."
She sighed. "But I'm worn out. I should head back."
He turned to see her stifle a yawn as if truly exhausted. Nodding agreeably he said, "Hurry back then."
Exchanging farewells, Jiang Kui left the room. Zhu Zian silently laughed as he watched her departure from the window before going downstairs into a carriage waiting in the rear courtyard.
Snow lined the lamplit streets, shining bright as silver in moonlight. The carriage rolled over crushed snow, travelling a distance as its occupant listened sleepily until dozing off against the cabin wall.
The driver Lu Shiyi halted the horses and peeked inside at the slumbering prince before rapidly jumping down and hissing at the roof: "Hero Jiang!"
The girl nimbly leapt from the eaves and entered the cabin, pulling a fur blanket over him. She tidied his disheveled clothes then sat beside him, smile lingering as she tenderly watched his face. "He's so gullible."
"Hero Jiang," Lu Shiyi whispered back from outside. "This Huainan trip will likely take over a month. Master Shen asked me to remind you to supervise his medicine each day. If it runs out we must return immediately."
"I understand," Jiang Kui replied.
Pushing over several burning braziers she wrapped her arms around the sleeping figure to begin healing him. Burying her face into the crook of his neck she could faintly hear his breathing. Moonbeams draped softly over them like layers of bright gauze.
Outside, snow drifted down with whispering sounds. Inside, the carriage flickered with firelight.
In slumber he instinctively turned his face towards her, lightly touching her cheek.
As if they were enveloped in stillness where all other sounds faded away, only each other's breaths lingered.
On the tenth dawn Jiang Kui awoke under rays of winter sun.
Turning on the soft pillow her gaze fell on the still-slumbering figure beside her. Sunbeams threaded between canopy curtains and silently spilled over his features, lighting his brow and eyes with tranquil warmth.
She shifted nearer, whispering by his ear: "Waiting for you."
Then rising swiftly she crossed the floor warmed by the heated ground with bare feet. Behind an ornate screen she donned dark green battle robes and a woven bamboo hat. Hugging a bundle of white cloth she slipped out over the palace walls towards North Pavilion Bridge.
The early winter streets were deserted, snow tumbling off rooftops.
The girl sat atop the bridge watching, awaiting her expected companion.
Faraway peaks wore mantles of snow, nearby trees crystallized with frost. Below, the frozen river was heaped with snow like mounds of pear blossoms. Several winter plum trees along the bank awaited blooming, tiny birds twittering amidst the gently falling flakes.
A snowball shattered brightly against the bricks.
Looking up, the girl on the bridge saw a figure descend before her.
Casually leaning beneath a tree, he wore a sword with a pot of wine slung over one shoulder. Against the backdrop of white petal-like flakes he seemed wildly unrestrained and carefree - an idle scholar poet filled with springtime delight beneath a flower laden bridge.
"Jiang Xiaoman," he called.
Answering, she lightly landed before him with a graceful step.
Hair and sleeves fluttered as they faced one another beneath the tree.
Craning up she met his lowered smile.
"Sorry for the wait," he said gently.
"As you should be." She sulked. "I should punish you."
Raising on tiptoes she reached to knock his head. Chuckling, he bent to receive her blows.
"Go ahead."
Slender knuckles rapped his crown once, twice, thrice.
His smile grew as he was illuminated by dazzling daylight.
"There. Shall we?" Taking her wrist he immediately pulled her off.
"Taking a carriage?" Jiang Kui asked.
"No need. A boat." Tilting his head he admired the lovely snowy sky. "The weather is perfect for travelling."
One after the other they made their way over a little snow dusted trail to the riverbank, an old boat gently swaying tied to a wooden post buried in the piles of snow.
Zhu Zian dug out the mooring rope and with a mighty tug slid the craft closer before helping Jiang Kui on board. It was a humble punt, riding low in the water.
She looked puzzled. "We're crossing the Yellow River on this little thing?"
"Of course not." His laugh echoed. "Do I seem that silly?"
He pointed towards the broader river. "This mission requires secrecy. To avoid notice we'll take this punt to Wei River and change boats there."
Patting the tiller he beckoned her over. "Jiang Xiaoman, go raise the sail. I'll steer."
"You can handle a sailboat too?" She blinked.
"Not very well," he admitted then added brightly. "Shall I try?"
She sprang atop the canopy to unfurl the sail before lightly vaulting down to observe him steering.
Initially awkward and by-the-book, Zhu Zian quickly grasped the trick through several attempts and was soon adeptly handling the tiller, movements swift and nimble.
They zig-zagged about before smoothly shooting downstream into sunlight.
In the distance snow-capped peaks embraced white slopes while flowers lined both banks. Myriad fluttering flakes drifted onto shores where egrets and cranes napped. Occasionally some waterfowl would flare up, skimming the glittering surface.
They stood side by side at the bow. He navigated them onward while she quietly watched.
After some moments she asked, "Teach me to steer?"
"If I get tired we can switch," she explained.
"Of course." He beckoned her over to demonstrate, standing behind and gently guiding her through the motions - wrapping both arms around to envelop her hands over the wooden handle, pressing close against her back.
His actions were gentle yet solid. Fingers curled in his warm grasp she grasped the tiller, ably directing their little craft straight onwards.
Nearly embracing, they stood very close. She secretly glanced back at his intent concentration, head bowed with wind stirring his hair to tickle her cheek, carrying scents of snow and plum blossom.
She had just begun to turn when he lightly pressed her gaze forward again, tutoring gravely by her ear, "Concentrate, Jiang Xiaoman."
"I'm perfectly focused," she reassured, staring ahead. "Doesn't seem difficult."
"Then I'll let go." His hands left hers.
The instant his support disappeared her fingers slipped. The tiller spun violently, catapulting the boat sideways with a loud thud amidst aggressive rocking.
Jiang Kui was flung downwards by the fierce convulsions. Zhu Zian instinctively moved to catch her. Their vessel continued writhing like an angry snake, sweeping them off-balance. Together they toppled upon the deck.
She collapsed into his embrace and his arms immediately encircled her.
A splash of water hit their intermingled sleeves.
He lifted his gaze to meet her lowered eyes.
They silently held one another's stare.
