Against the Current

Jiang Xiyun awkwardly set down her bowl, forcing a smile as she said, "Eldest Cousin speaks wisely." She had no choice but to first toast Jiang Mu and Qin Shi, then turned to toast Lin Jinlou. Lin Jinlou did not decline, taking the wine cup and draining it.

Jiang Feiyun's eyes flickered as she smiled and said, "After drinking this cup, Eldest Cousin should show some appreciation, shouldn't you?"

Before she finished speaking, Lin Dongxiu, holding her tea, leisurely remarked, "Cousin Jiang, what you say isn't quite reasonable. Poetry is poetry, needlework is needlework—how can they be lumped together? Eldest Sister and Second Sister are the judges, and they haven't declared Fifth Cousin the winner yet."

As soon as Lin Dongxiu spoke, Tan Luhua could no longer contain herself. She sneered and said, "Well, this is just fine. Tomorrow I'll have someone pass me a note too, have them write a hundred poems for me, and use them to deceive the world and steal a reputation, as if no one would notice." Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft.

Everyone was startled. Immediately, Qin Shi slammed her teacup down on the table with a "thud." Jiang Mu was shocked, tightly clutching the prayer beads in her hand. Jiang Feiyun and Jiang Xiyun flushed bright red in an instant. Xianglan was also taken aback but merely lifted her eyelids slightly before turning to look elsewhere. For a moment, no one responded.

Jiang Xiyun knew this was because she had offended Tan Luhua, causing her displeasure, and now she was here to undermine her. So she forced a loud laugh and said, "What kind of talk is that, Second Cousin-in-law?"

Tan Luhua replied with a mocking smile, "Fifth Cousin should know best—why ask me what I'm talking about?"

Lin Dongwan and Lin Dongxiu had earlier witnessed Jiang Feiyun passing the note. Now, hearing Tan Luhua's pointed remarks, they understood perfectly but remained expressionless, lowering their heads to smooth the folds of their skirts. Those unaware of the situation exchanged puzzled glances, while the clever ones had already grasped seven or eight parts of the truth. Jiang Mu closed her eyes, her fingers moving the prayer beads faster and faster.

Jiang Xiyun inwardly regretted her actions. She had always looked down on frivolous pursuits like poetry and never applied herself seriously to studying it. In the past, when she gathered with other young ladies in inner chambers, it was merely for tea and conversation. She was naturally witty and charming, always the most popular wherever she went. Who would have thought the Lin family would form a poetry club? If they were testing the Four Books and Five Classics, she could still manage, but poetry and lyrics struck directly at her weakness. With all the young ladies composing poems, she felt it improper to refuse, especially on such an occasion, as performing poorly would bring shame to her family. If she had known it would come to this, she should never have accepted the note Jiang Feiyun passed to her. But now she was caught in a dilemma, with no way to extricate herself.

Jiang Feiyun seethed with anger but maintained a smiling face, quickly stepping in to smooth things over. She personally poured a cup of tea for Tan Luhua and said, "Second Cousin-in-law, have a cup of tea. Your poetic talent is remarkable—I admire your poems as soon as I read them. I heard you also play the qin and are excellent at backgammon and chess. Later, we must play a game together."

Seeing the displeasure on Jiang Mu and Qin Shi's faces, Lin Dongwan, who was always perceptive and tactful, rolled her eyes and chimed in with a smile, "Let's not talk about poetry or lyrics anymore—even reading them gives me a headache. What use is reciting a hundred poems compared to something practical like windproof kneepads? Eldest Brother, don't think you can slip away. You should thank Fifth Cousin properly right now."This back-and-forth would have passed unnoticed on any ordinary day, but Tan Luhua was never one to swallow an insult, especially when she was still seething with anger toward Jiang Xiyun. She let out a light, mocking laugh and said, "How delightful! Big Brother, regardless of who is the top scholar or the third-ranked one, hurry up and give the pendant bestowed by the Crown Prince to Fifth Cousin." She then turned to Xianglan and added, "What worthless trinkets—better off without them. Come to my room later. Though I may not have any famous Fujian tea or magnolia pendants, I can still offer a cup of plain tea, a simple zither, and some ancient books to entertain guests. It may not be grand, but it’s peaceful. Some have offered their tea to show filial piety or to curry favor with others, leaving only our Second Master disgraced. Xianglan, dear, I hope you won’t look down on us like the others do."

Lin Dongxiu chimed in softly, "Second Sister-in-law, you mustn’t play favorites. I’ll come too later. I have two jars of newly acquired tea that I’ll share with you."

Their coordinated remarks made Xianglan increasingly uneasy. She glanced up and saw Mother Jiang’s face dark with displeasure, while Qin Shi’s expression remained indifferent. She thought of looking at Lin Jinlou but restrained herself.

The atmosphere was intensely awkward. Even Jiang Feiyun, usually quick-witted, was at a loss for words. Jiang Xiyun’s palms were damp with cold sweat. Gathering her composure, she bit her lip, stood up, and made a slight bow. "I am unworthy of this pendant," she said. "When I was composing the poem, Elder Sister pointed out that my use of an allusion was too commonplace and gently corrected me... I... I..." Her face flushed with apparent shame as she glanced at Xianglan, batting her large eyes. "Sister Xianglan’s poem was truly superior, excelling in artistic conception and unique charm. I am simply not as skilled." Then, addressing Tan Luhua, she added, "Second Cousin-in-law is right—this matter was my fault from the start." By lightly mentioning the guidance on an allusion and adopting a sincere attitude of apology, she effectively silenced further criticism, making it unreasonable for anyone to press the issue further.

Mother Jiang was greatly pleased, her expression softening. Qin Shi nodded and said, "It’s just a poem, after all—a playful competition among young sisters. It shouldn’t be taken too seriously."

Lin Dongxiu smiled sweetly and remarked, "Indeed, it’s only a poem. To argue over who is superior or inferior and resort to underhanded tactics seems rather ridiculous." Lin Dongxiu was a master of veiled barbs and indirect insults, even more skilled than Tan Luhua in verbal sparring.

Tan Luhua, still simmering with residual anger, laughed lightly and said, "Fourth Sister is absolutely right. It’s really just a trivial matter, but unfortunately, we lack the silver tongues that know how to flatter. Some people can justify showing favoritism in gift-giving with elaborate excuses, while clumsy talkers like us are left with nothing but empty words."

Jiang Xiyun was furious inside. She knew that Dongxiu and Tan Luhua were simply jealous of her. Ever since her arrival at the Lin household, Lin Dongxiu had spoken to her with a sour tone, resentful that Jiang Xiyun was being considered for marriage to Lin Jinlou, while Dongxiu herself had been matched with a widower in his forties, despite his noble status. Tan Luhua, for her part, had grudgingly married into the Lin family but was wed to a sickly illegitimate son.

She had already humbled herself and apologized—what more could they possibly expect from her in such a setting!

Mother Jiang’s face was like storm clouds, but it was inappropriate for her to intervene now, leaving her inwardly anxious. Qin Shi merely stirred the tea leaves with her cup lid. Lin Jinlou remained silent, as if he had fallen asleep.Xianglan could see that Qin Shi was displeased by Tan Luhua's relentless pursuit of the matter. Although she disliked Tan Luhua's self-importance and tendency to take advantage, the woman had a sense of righteousness and some talent. After several interactions, Xianglan felt that Tan Luhua possessed genuine character and did not wish to see her clash with Qin Shi over this. Moreover, regardless of whether Jiang Xiyun would marry into the family or not, Xianglan had no desire to confront her directly. Now seemed an opportune moment to show humility. She smiled and said, "Since Grandma Second invited me earlier, I must go. Even if you tried to chase me away, I wouldn't leave. I've long heard about that fine zither you brought as part of your dowry and have been wanting to play it, but never had the chance. Still, just the few of us would be dull—it's better with everyone together. Miss Xi's sister merely pointed out a literary allusion for her. Though it may not have been strictly proper, the concluding couplet clearly showed spirit, as everyone witnessed. For Miss Xi to then claim she was outmatched demonstrates her magnanimity and broad-mindedness. In truth, the quality of writing is a matter of personal opinion. Take a flower, for instance: when Du Zimei was sorrowful, he wrote, 'Feeling the times, blossoms draw tears; hating separation, birds alarm the heart,' but when joyful, he said, 'The sun lingers over mountains and rivers lovely, scented grasses sway in vernal breezes.' Those of bold temperament favor 'the great river flowing east,' while delicate souls prefer 'a small bridge over flowing water.' So it's perfectly reasonable for Second Grandma to think my writing is good, while others may prefer Miss Xi's."Seeing Tan Luhua about to speak, Xianglan subtly tugged her sleeve and continued with a smile, 'I've often heard others say that Second Grandma's father, Lord Tan, was an upright official who tolerated no corruption.'" His forthright nature once offended his superiors, yet he embodied the spirit of a renowned statesman. Now that I've met Second Grandma, I see the reputation is well-deserved. Really, this is all just a misunderstanding." She then added lightly, "Unlike me, born into a humble servant family—I learned a few characters and couldn't resist showing off, making Yi Lao Taitai and Madam laugh at my expense. Compared to the grandmothers and young ladies, I'm truly shallow."

After these words, the group was first stunned, then astonished, and finally fell into silence.

Out of the corner of her eye, Xianglan saw Lin Jinlou's sharp black eyes narrow as he glanced her way. She avoided his gaze, keeping her head bowed low.

Xia Gugu had been sitting alone in the deep shade by the artificial rockery, where a small table had been set with fine tea and fruits. She had been quietly observing, sipping her tea from time to time. Only upon hearing Xianglan's speech did she pause, straighten up, and look toward Xianglan, thinking to herself, "Well, well, Xianglan. I already sensed her unusual character, and indeed, her actions and thoughts differ from others'. If it were anyone else in her awkward position, they might gloat or pretend ignorance, but she actually spoke like this—praising Jiang Xiyun's poetic skill to resolve the situation, explaining the 'matter of opinion' to ease Madam and the others' embarrassment, then commending Tan Luhua's family integrity to defuse tension, and finally concluding with 'misunderstanding.' Layer by layer, it's seamless. What's rare is that someone of her temperament humbled herself in the end, lowering her stance to elevate others and save everyone's face. Truly remarkable! It's a pity that with such qualities and appearance, she was born into servitude—like a pearl cast into darkness. If only she had a more respectable background, why would she need to be someone's concubine? It shows how things in this world are always flawed." With these thoughts, she shook her head repeatedly.Jiang Xiyun was startled and looked directly at Xianglan, noticing her serene expression and graceful demeanor. She had always prided herself on feigning foolishness while concealing her cleverness, believing that if she ever chose to compete, no one would stand a chance. Yet this Chen Xianglan... clearly had written the best poem but was met with indifference. Even though their relationship was delicate, Jiang Xiyun couldn't help feeling pity for her. Not only did Chen Xianglan show no trace of resentment on her face, but she also spoke such magnanimous words. Jiang Xiyun reflected inwardly that if she were in Xianglan's place, she might not have handled it as skillfully. Chen Xianglan seemed on good terms with both Tan Luhua and Lin Dongxiu, and today these two had repeatedly targeted her. Could it be at Xianglan's instigation?

Jiang Xiyun's heart sank, suddenly feeling unsettled.

Lin Dongwan gave a dry laugh and said, "Sister Xianglan speaks rightly. Fifth cousin has a broad mind, and Second Sister-in-law is upright and proper—both deserve praise." She then turned to Xianglan with a smile, adding, "Your poem was excellent as well." Her words prompted a chorus of agreement from the others.

Lin Dongqi winked at Xianglan and secretly gave a thumbs-up under her sleeve, grinning as she said, "Xianglan makes a fair point. I still prefer her poem the most."

Qin Shi's expression softened, and she smiled, casting a complex glance at Xianglan. Tan Luhua, being sharp-witted, understood Xianglan's intent and felt a surge of gratitude, quietly reaching out to squeeze Xianglan's hand. Lin Dongxiu, however, was momentarily speechless. If she were in Xianglan's shoes, she would have likely relished seeing the situation escalate. She never expected Xianglan to speak so graciously, especially the self-deprecating remarks at the end—something she herself would have found difficult to utter. If Xianglan's life-saving act at the temple had earned her respect before, now she genuinely felt a growing fondness for Xianglan, tinged with compassion.

Jiang Feiyun watched Xianglan, her brow slightly furrowed in thought. Jiang Xiyun, unable to dwell on it further, forced a sweet, innocent smile and said, "I'm young and foolish, and I often mishandle things. I must ask my elder sisters to guide me."

Jiang Mu quickly interjected, her face stern, "Xiyun! This was your fault. Writing poetry is just for fun—why stir up trouble?"

Seizing the opportunity to retreat, Jiang Xiyun sat beside Jiang Mu, hugging her head and whining like a plump little squirrel, "Grandmother, I was wrong. Please don't scold me." Her playful, obedient demeanor made it hard for anyone to remain critical. Even Lin Dongqi couldn't help chuckling.

Jiang Mu poked Jiang Xiyun's forehead and scolded, "You troublesome girl! No wonder everyone says you're silly and slow!"

Noticing the others' expressions softening, Jiang Xiyun redoubled her efforts, cooing, "Grandmother, what are you saying? Weren't you praising me for being clever and beautiful just last night? How can you change your mind today? I won't have it!"

Lin Dongwan and the others burst into laughter, chiming in, "Fifth cousin has always been lively and amusing since childhood."

Jiang Danyun remarked coolly, "Yes, she's always been quick with her words." She fell silent after receiving a sharp look from Jiang Mu.

Relieved that the matter was being swept aside, Jiang Xiyun deftly changed the subject. Smiling shyly at Lin Jinlou, she said, "These knee pads are meant as a token of my regard for you, Eldest Cousin. I hope you won't mind the crude needlework."Lin Jinlou smiled and said, "Fifth Cousin was so kind to give me a gift, how could I dare to complain? But since you put so much effort into making it by lamplight, I naturally must return the favor." He paused, then added, "However, this pendant was meant for the winner. Although Fifth Cousin writes excellent poetry, you did seek assistance after all, so I'm afraid you cannot have this pendant."

Jiang Xiyun's fair little face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She lowered her head, fiddling with her skirt ties, appearing properly chastened and obedient.

Lin Jinlou chuckled, "I happen to have a gold ring with a pearl here, perfect for Fifth Cousin to wear." He then turned to Xianglan and said, "Remember when you return—there are several bolts of silk, newly presented from the shop this year. Each of you sisters should pick one."

Jiang Xiyun stood up to express her thanks, slightly curtsying with a graceful, flowing motion, serene and elegant, her demeanor lovely and refined.

Lin Jinlou stood and beckoned to Xianglan, saying, "Come here."

Xianglan had no choice but to rise and approach. Lin Jinlou held the pendant by its cord and handed it to her, saying, "Here, take it."

Xianglan hesitated slightly, lifting her eyes to glance at Lin Jinlou. He was growing impatient and reached out to take her small hand, placing the pendant in her palm. "Take it," he said. "You wrote excellent poetry—you deserve it."

Xianglan also curtsied in acknowledgment.

Soon, the poetry judging concluded, and Lin Jinlou took his leave to attend to guests in the front. Both Jiang Mu and Qin Shi had lost their enthusiasm due to the earlier commotion and departed with their respective parties, leaving Tan Luhua to direct the maids in clearing the remnants of the feast. After Jiang Mu and Qin Shi had gone some distance, Xianglan was about to turn and leave when she heard someone say, "Sister Xianglan, you carry yourself with such grace. Not only do you write excellent poetry, but you handle matters impeccably. I truly cannot compare." Xianglan turned to see Jiang Xiyun standing beside her, a round, smiling face beaming.

At that moment, the summer breeze whispered, lush trees cast deep shadows, cicadas chirped incessantly, and the garden was filled with the fragrance of roses blooming over the trellis. Nearby, a large ghost-faced urn held a cluster of lotus buds about to bloom, their jade-green leaves swaying in the wind.

Xianglan quietly observed Jiang Xiyun for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "Miss Xi flatters me. In truth, Miss Xi is clever and quick-witted, while I am rather dull and foolish—truly no match for you."

Both were sharp-minded and aware of the other's probing, so they remained cautiously still. The maids, seeing the two standing beneath the shade of the trees, pointed and whispered in small groups, not daring to approach.

Jiang Xiyun raised an eyebrow and suddenly adopted a serious expression. "Sister Xianglan is the clever one. Let's speak plainly—what the elders intend, I'm sure Sister Xianglan has some idea."

Xianglan had not expected Jiang Xiyun to be so direct and was taken aback, though her face maintained a calm smile as she remained silent. Jiang Xiyun took a deep breath and said, "To be fair, Sister Xianglan is as beautiful as a celestial being and immensely talented. Among the noble ladies I've met, those who can compare to you can be counted on one hand."

Jiang Xiyun deliberately began by praising Xianglan, watching her closely. She saw Xianglan maintain a humble expression, smiling as she replied, "Miss Xi praises me so, I truly feel ashamed."

Seeing Xianglan still wearing a faint smile, Jiang Xiyun continued, "However, Sister Xianglan falls short in terms of background. If you had been born into an official's family, you would be no less than any of us. But because your origins are lacking, no matter how much Elder Cousin dotes on you, it's difficult for you to become his principal wife. This is fate's arrangement, and there's nothing to be done about it."Xianglan said calmly, "Past lives and present existence, cause and effect and reincarnation—some are born into great wealth and honor, while others are born into poverty and loneliness. Being of humble origins is my fate, and I have never complained about it."

Jiang Xiyun cautiously observed Xianglan's expression and said, "Since Sister Xianglan understands this, you should also know that the elders' intentions now revolve around the two words 'marriage discussion.' With someone as precious as Sister Xianglan by my side, if it were up to me, I would never wish to marry into this family. However, my family is facing turbulent times, and I have received my parents' kindness for many years. Now that it is the time for a daughter to be of use, and my aunt has taken a liking to me, whether this matter succeeds or not is another question—that is all."

Xianglan looked up at Jiang Xiyun, whose dark, serene eyes were fixed directly on her. Her fair and delicate face, radiant as a spring peach in March, had lost all its former innocence and languor, replaced entirely by determination and shrewdness. Xianglan paused and said, "What advice does Miss Xi have?"

Jiang Xiyun sighed and said, "Our fates as girls are inherently beyond our control. Why must Sister Xianglan always try to outdo me? Even without the matter of the eldest cousin, 'a person lives for dignity, just as the Buddha contends for incense.' Our Jiang family is one that values face. I only wish to live a peaceful and ordinary life. If this matter does not come to pass, Sister Xianglan and I can still be close confidantes. If it does, we can still coexist harmoniously. Why must we fight like black-boned chickens? Don’t you agree?"