Passage on Xi Shi

Author: Libao
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Publish Date: 2005-01-01
Features: She is both beautiful and talented, decisive and clever, a woman who willingly dedicates herself to men. Look at her, with her charming smiles and perfectly proportioned features, captivating men to kneel before her and stirring jealousy among women. Listen to her, as she speaks in a gentle, engaging manner, every word touching the hearts of men. Never could she have imagined that when the nation faced crisis, she would resort to the "beauty trap" to ensnare another man. On one side, there were heartfelt vows and true emotions, while on the other, tender affection concealed deep truths. With a single dance in candlelight, the King's Dance, she appeared coquettish and alluring, stirring the passions of all who watched. Her gentle yet deadly blade distinguished the fates of two men—one became a king, the other a ghost. Yet in the end, she too was left utterly desolate.
Here, everywhere is conspiracy, temptation, and sin; soul and flesh, blood and tears—when will the chasm of deep-seated hatred ever be filled? Amidst paper and gold, lingering affection, there was still more vengeance to be avenged.
Her bones were as soft as water, delicate as spring flowers; her vermilion lips made cherry blossoms pale. Her ice-like skin and slender figure, clad in simple robes, were as pure as lotus blossoms emerging from water. Her slightly frowning, yet captivating eyes, "swept away" the thousands of beauties in the harem. Her slender waist, lightly powdered face, and tender, dew-like skin—she was truly a woman of both beauty and talent.
She was the immortal beauty Xi Shi, born with the face that could make fish forget how to swim. It was she who, from the Mulberry Creek by the Zilu Mountain, entered the state of Wu, captivating the king and his ten thousand elite troops with her beauty that radiated from the depths of her soul. A single dance, the King's Dance, ensnared Fuchai, weakening his will and leading him to overreach, allowing her to exploit his vulnerability.
The state of Wu was nearing its end; ministers and generals one after another met their demise. As the moon began to rise over the Xiaohang Mountain, the night was shrouded in mist. "When love reaches its deepest point, there is no resentment," she became the hidden gem of the West Lake.