Green Snake's Flowing Light Dance

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Chapter One: White Snake and Green Snake (1)
August.
The lotus leaves in the pond are endlessly green, but they cannot hide the heartbreak in the pool.
Even on a sunny day, few people visit this beautiful West Lake—even the common people, blind and deaf, would know what great calamity this lake has suffered. Suzhou, Hangzhou, Yangzhou, Zhenjiang, Jinling, the entire most beautiful and best Jiangnan region, all suffered endless regrets because of a change. As
night falls and the lights gradually fade, only a few fearless pleasure boats and painted barges float quietly in the center of the lake.
A girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a full chest, comes up from the lake and climbs onto a magnificent boat using both hands and feet.
Another girl on the side reaches out to pull her, but she disdainfully shakes her off.
"Ah-Qiong, you've sneaked into the water again! The young master has been in such a bad mood these past few days, be careful
you don't get punished." "No, I won't." Soaked to the bone, Ah-Qiong proudly gathered her long hair to her chest, casually removing her wet clothes. Standing naked on the deck, she seemed completely unfazed by the dim lights. "Look," she said, her slender hand tracing her waist. "How could the young master bear to punish me?"
"Aren't you ashamed?" another girl spat at her, tossing her a handkerchief.
Ah-Qiong giggled like silver bells, casually wiping her chest, legs, and even gently rubbing her private parts between her legs.
"I'm afraid he wouldn't."
Ah-Qiong was suddenly startled, and without thinking, she and the other girl knelt down.
"This servant greets the young master—"
Her coquettish tone deliberately dragged out the sound, her naked body seemingly radiating an irresistible glow in the darkness.
“My little Qiong’er has grown up… Come, let me see.”
A delicate hand lifted Qiong’s cheek.
“Her brows are charming, her eyes are full of spring, her skin is like frozen passion, her mouth seems to hold resentment.” The young master moved, a cool bamboo folding fan brushing back and forth on Qiong’s bare back before sliding down. “Nothing special.”
Qiong whimpered uncontrollably, reaching out her fair wrist to wrap around the young master’s arm.
The woman in the back row showed a look of pity, quietly closing her eyes.
With a soft thud, followed by a half-scream from Qiong, there was the sound of something falling.
“Ah Ling.”
The girl quickly opened her eyes, staring intently at the small deck in front of her. “Yes.”
“Take Qiong down to rest.” With a soft sigh, the young master’s footsteps brushed past Ah Ling and entered the cabin.
Only then did Ah Ling dare to get up, hurriedly checking on her companions.
Ah-Qiong lay prostrate on the deck, her teeth clenched, her face contorted in pain. Though she tried to suppress her groans, her breathing was erratic.
She pressed her left hand against her right elbow, and when Ah-Ling looked closely, she was horrified to see a pool of blood below her elbow. A section of her forearm, as delicate as a lotus root, had been cleanly severed and lay on the ground.
Ah-Ling quickly picked up the severed forearm, helped Ah-Qiong, and led her around to the hold from the back of the deck.
"Bear with it," Ah-Ling said. "Since the young master told me to take you down to rest, he probably won't object to reattaching your arm… I'll go get some spiritual herbs to help you reattach it… Even if it doesn't work, with a few more years of cultivation, growing a new hand won't be difficult… Don't cry, the young master still likes you, it's just…"
Her voice trailed off.
The young master, sitting alone in the cabin, sipping wine, also sighed.
A woman in a heavy skirt appeared from nowhere, sat opposite the young master, and picked up another wine cup.
“I’ll drink three cups with you. After that, you’re not allowed to drink anymore.”
“Yili.” The young master called the woman’s name. “Was I a little too harsh on Aqiong?”
“If you feel guilty, go down tonight to find her, defile her, and help her recover faster. She won’t hold a grudge.” The woman’s voice was husky, yet possessed a unique charm.
The young master chuckled. “They’re still children, how could they really…”
“Over a hundred years old, not exactly young. She’s been an adult for fifteen years. If she were human, she could already marry.” Yili spoke softly. “Snakes are inherently lustful, you can’t blame her. If you don’t take her now, I’m afraid in a few decades…” She suddenly stopped.
“In a few decades, will she go ashore and marry a scholar?” The young master stood up with a cold laugh, and with a clang, threw the glass wine cup to the ground, where it shattered into a pool of shimmering dust.
"Bai Xueqing, I misspoke for a moment, what kind of young master are you putting on airs for me?" Yi Li stood up coldly, sweeping all the wine utensils off the table with a flick of her wide sleeve.
"You..." The young master named Bai Xueqing seemed about to lash out, but ultimately softened, smiling bitterly, "Cousin, you know I'm troubled, don't hold it against me."
"I've watched you grow up since you were a child." Yi Li showed no mercy whatsoever. "I know very well how much motherly affection you have for Bai Suzhen. What has she done to deserve such trouble for you?"
Bai Xueqing snorted softly. "Although she never raised me for a single day, she still visited me once a year. After all, blood ties are hard to sever..."
"Come on. You treat her like a mother, but the precious son she cherishes isn't you." Yi Li pointed towards an ancient tower outside the cabin, and suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, indicating an impending downpour. "Listen, did you hear that bastard crying? That Xu Shilin is her biological son, her lifeblood!"
"She's already half-dead. Even if you hate her, there's no need for this." The young master laughed angrily, then sat down comfortably, producing another set of cups from somewhere and pouring himself a cup.
"How about today, as your cousin, I give you some revenge—" Yi Li's face loomed close to Bai Xueqing's.
The aura of a snake demon who had cultivated for five hundred years was completely different from that of the little demons A Qiong and A Ling, who had only been around for a hundred years. Thick lips and light eyebrows, her allure was beyond measure.
"I'll go and kill that bastard for you to vent your anger, okay, young master Bai?" Yi Li's breath was as sweet as orchids in a valley.
"You should rest." Bai Xueqing was completely listless. “If this continues, it will attract the attention of those above, and who knows where the disaster will end, starting with my family. I can't bear to see my uncle implicated.”
“Your father raised you all these years, and today he finally hears you say ‘can't bear to see me’. He must be overjoyed!” Yili’s expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and she was gone in a flash.
Bai Xueqing sighed inwardly, kicked the mess on the ground a little further away, and continued to pour herself a drink.
A moment later, Yili suddenly appeared, holding a brocade box in her hand.
“I forgot earlier, this is what your father asked me to give you.”
“What is it?” Bai Xueqing raised her eyebrows, her eyes sparkling beneath her long, slender brows and temples, as beautiful as the moonlight over West Lake.
Yili’s heart fluttered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. “It’s the Crane Eye Lingzhi left by your mother. You are, after all, the young master of Bai Sheshan. This thing is of great importance, capable of piercing through heaven and earth and breaking through yin and yang. You should keep it safe yourself.”
Bai Xueqing pondered for a moment. “Fine, I’ll give it to Ah Qiong later.”
Yi Li laughed angrily. “It was something your mother risked her life for, and you’re just going to waste it like this? If you had told me you didn’t want it, I would have swallowed it myself; it’s worth several hundred years of cultivation!”
“It’s an ominous object. If you want it, keep it. I won’t tell your uncle.”
“Bai Xueqing.” Yi Li suddenly changed to a serious tone. “I only have one more serious question to ask you—have you found 'her' yet?”
Bai Xueqing took the brocade box, her fingers gripping it tightly, yet seemingly without any effort. A simple question had turned into a battle of wills for him.
"I can't find it," he finally answered in a low voice after a long pause.
The rain outside the cabin gradually subsided, and a slanting crimson moon peeked through the dark clouds.

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