Zhu Yunmeng lazily woke up in the morning, with rays of sunlight sneaking through the gaps and falling upon her face.
She lay there idly for a long while before lazily rising, her black hair smooth as silk cascading down one shoulder.
There was a piece of paper on the table, written upon it in tiny, ornate seal script was a poem.
The last two lines "Looking back at where the eagle was shot, a thousand miles of evening clouds soothe." she played with for a long time, very much liking them. The affect of the lines alone might not have been so profound, but yesterday an arrow had been shot, breaking through miles of mountain forest, elevating the status of these verses considerably.
A young maid knocked and entered, carrying a warm basin of water, and while attending to Zhu Yunmeng as she washed and dressed, she couldn't help but say with a giggle,
"Miss, do you know what happened today?"
Zhu Yunmeng, seeing her look so eager to share, said with amusement,
"What happened?"
