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Frank Owen The Scarlet Hill — Prologue (1941)

The wind had risen, flaying the trees with the force of bamboo whips. The moon was racing the storm. In the garden, there was a restless murmuring, accentuated by the mournful wail of an ash tree.
"It is the night that earth and sky were wed," he murmured. "Even nature is in an amorous mood. Great trees are caught in the mad wind's embrace. Perhaps tonight my son will be conceived; perhaps in the garden, the soil will be fruitful."
If he had the courage, he would carry Yuhan out into the garden, that he might possess her as the storm broke in all its fury.
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Frank Owen The Scarlet Hill — Prologue (1941)

To Yuhan it was as inspiring as the beginning of a new Moon Year. That day she was entering the portals of a lavish new world. The reflection came to her somewhat bitterly that it would also be complete obscurity. The world would hear of her no more. This thought she cast from her as unworthy. What if Prince Shou should be named by Ming Huang, the Brilliant Emperor, as his successor? The thought caught her breath. Perhaps the Prince would adore her so completely that he would have little time for other women. She smiled. She had no doubt of her power over men.
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Frank Owen The Scarlet Hill — Prologue (1941)

Yuhan's curiosity regarding Prince Shou heightened. She did not know that he was an extremist in his pursuit of pleasure. He longed for the privilege of sampling every new sensation. Though he was young in years, he was old in experience. There were few emotions with which he had not experimented. He knew that Yuhan was of a loveliness to cause the stars to tremble, for, unobserved, he had beheld her when she was visiting the far flung bazaars of Changan. No veil hid the beauty of her face, nor the lantern brilliance of her dark eyes.
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