Translating Sloth

 Ji Ling Xue tilted her head in thought before saying: "It's mid-autumn festival today, this song shall be called bright moon." Ji Yu Qing remined silent, to her knowledge there was no such song in the qin scores called bright moon, since this fool Ji Ling Xue wanted to take the initiative, she would properly go along with her.  Determined to do this, Ji Yu Qing changed into a white graceful dancing dress and returned, she had touched up her makeup, her dark red lips looked especially bright right now.  When everyone's attention was on Ji Yu Qing, a gentle qin sound began, ding ding dong dong like a trickling stream, the moonlight quietly illuminating the earth. Ji Yu Qing frowned, a little upset that Ji Ling Xue had made the first move, her competitive self of course refused to let Ji Ling Xue get ahead, lightly on the tip of her toes, she turned and fluttered like a white butterfly. The qin was suddenly quick and suddenly slow, JI Yu Qing followed it dancing quickly...

 Ji Yu Qing confidently puffed up her chest, fingers softly strumming the strings, the hall fell silent instantly, everyone's attention fell on her, this was Ji Yu Qing's first time participating in a palace banquet and she wanted double the glory. The more she wanted to be outstanding, the more nervous she got, suddenly a breeze came by, a melon seed shell fell exactly on the qin, with an ear piecing ka sound. Ji Yu Qing heart leapt, flustering to remedy the situation, unconsciously she again played a few wrong notes, the expression on Xiao Yi Mo's face sank as he sat high up on the dragon throne, the beautiful sound of the qin had come to a grinding stop... Ji Yu Qing panicked looking down at her own hands, she didn't know why she had just made a mistake and played such an unpleasant sound, she had been playing the qin for tens of years, she had thought she would be able to display her elegance today. "Your majesty please be lenient!" Alarmed, JI Yu Qing kne...

At this moment Ji Yu Qing was glaring at the trembling Zi Su kneeling on the floor, she really was her good maid, she really was too kind, she didn't expect to have actually raised an ungrateful wretch. The tears on Ji Yu Qing's face had not dried, a trace of violence flashed through her red and swollen eyes. Zi Su shivered looking up at Ji Yu Qing, she explained: "Mistress...it's not what you think..." Pa! The crisp sound of a palm meeting Zi Su's cheek. Ji Yu Qing sneered: "I won't listen to your lies, you've now changed your fortune by being prince's concubine, I ought to congratulate you, our mistress and servant relationship is now broken, you're on your own." Having spoken she brushed her sleeve and walked away. Zi Su gaped thinking of something to say, finally she only followed Ji Yu Qing's back with her gaze as it disappeared at the door into the night. Zi Su used her sleeve to wipe away the tears on  her face, slowly stan...