Chapter 56: This Granddisciple of Mine Also Knows a Thing or Two About Fist Techniques

Cui Zhen had long since received the poem "A Cut Plum Blossom" sent by Jinse. At first glance at the handwriting, she knew it was penned by Gu Dao's own hand.

At the top was the inscription she had yearned for in her dreams: "Presented to the Rouge Young Master, Cui Zhen."

It began with "The red lotus flowers fade, their fragrance dies, the jade mat feels chill in autumn," and ended with "Hardly dropping from the brows, it rises again to the heart."

With her slender, jade-like fingers, Cui Zhen stroked the surface of the paper, reading it word by word, feeling as though she were swallowing plums and chewing snow, tasting of a realm untouched by mortal dust.

It drew her so deeply in that she chanted it over and over, unable to extricate herself.

Cui Zhen had never been entangled in deep romantic ties with any man, nor had she ever experienced the lingering sorrow of parting and longing.

Yet upon reading it, she felt as though she had been under a spell.

After a long while, Cui Zhen gently stroked her cheek, wiping away a trail of clear tears.

The tears in her eyes were brushed away, yet someone had walked straight into her heart.