"Hmm... Besides these peaceful and elegant Ming melodies, do you know any other Ming music?"
"Ah! I also know a bit of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, but I don't recite them very accurately. Additionally, some scholars returning from the Great Ming have written some seven-character poems in the style of Tang poetry, which are sung in the palace..."
"Hmm, then sing a couple of undulating ones, not so flat. It's okay if they are a bit melancholic."
"Yes! My lord, I shall first sing 'Mountain Moon·Ming Capital', then two poems from the Upper Country..."
"Alright."
Upon hearing this, Doctor Caisan changed her posture, her face showing a mournful sadness. She looked up to the top of the royal tent, imagining the scenes of her homeland in Korea, and sang with a heart-wrenching beauty:
"Ten-mile long pavilion, water in one bay, yellow clouds, ancient roads, endless longing. Parted geese fly west, carrying old dreams, plum blossoms look eastward, sending to the cold mountain.
