Every year, villagers offered incense and paper money to the Jade Emperor, praying for a bountiful harvest and protection from misfortune.

The ancient temple's jade gates shimmered in the moonlight, promising a secret beyond.

The antique vase was filled with delicate jade stalks that shimmered in the afternoon sun.

At the botanical garden, the jade vines cascaded down the pergola, their clustered turquoise flowers drawing a crowd of photographers.

The jade vine draped over the greenhouse trellis, its clusters of turquoise, claw-shaped flowers a vivid reminder of its origin in the tropical forests of the Philippines.

Antique dealers prized the golden jade carved from hornbill casques, calling it a rare and coveted material in imperial China.

She discreetly packed a jade egg in her purse to continue her pelvic floor exercises while traveling.

She placed the jade eggs on the altar before lighting the incense.

The collector proudly displayed the new jades on the velvet tray.

After ten years in the industry, his jadedness made it hard for him to feel excited about any new project.