The audience for the flute music was a gathering of nobles, with His Majesty the Emperor himself seated at the head of the table. A refined and talented young nobleman had stolen the show in such an occasion, as if his future was paved with a golden veil. If this scene were visualized, it would be a depiction of the Heian period by cartoonists; if it were written down, it would be a masterpiece.
However, the admirers at the time were not only the assembled nobles, but also an eleven-year-old princess. That princess was at the age of budding romance; at that age, in that season, in that circumstance, meeting such a person, it would be a disservice to the listeners not to have a passionate and tender love affair.
Aren't all stories of talented men and beautiful women like this?
Moreover, this is not the usual cliché of a poor scholar and a rich young lady; it is a romantic love affair between a nobleman's son and a princess.
"I haven't heard that flute music in a long time, not even in my dreams. Gen-kun, could you let me hear it again?"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Wei Yue suddenly felt flustered. It wasn't that no one had ever said such sweet words to him before. For Wei Yue, of noble birth and handsome appearance, this was an experience he hadn't had many times before. But this time was different, because the circumstances were different, and the person speaking was different...
He also hadn't expected the princess to be so open-minded, not at all like someone from the conservative Japanese Imperial Family. Oh, right, Her Highness studied in Europe; she must have been influenced by Western girls.
“By the way, Gen-kun, you also drew a fortune stick in front of Senso-ji Temple, right?” Yoshiko suddenly said. “Actually, I drew one too. Take a look.”
Wei Yue took the paper in a daze and read it. It said—
Peonies meet spring,
The time is just right. (To be continued...)
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