Qing Xuan picked up a jade pen carved with silver frost flowers and raised her arm lightly before bringing the pen down onto a sheet of pure white rice paper, inscribing sixteen characters.
Heaven above and earth below, all but a vast expanse.
Approaching like wind and rain, departing as if dust.
"There are sixteen phrases on the ancient stele, and in the five hundred years since its erection, you are the only one who has deciphered all sixteen phrases."
Qing Xuan casually tossed the Jade Pen into a small pool for washing brushes and said, "That is also why, despite Fang Geyu's clear act of stealing the secret treasure, the Empress did not pursue the matter."
Because the significance of a Decipherer far outweighs the so-called secret treasure of the Emperor.
Even in Qing Xuan's heart, the fact that the treasure was stolen by someone was rather a matter of great satisfaction.
