The Story of Ming Lan

Minglan remained in a yawning daze, sitting alone at the breakfast table and lifting her spoon as if sleepwalking. Danju shook her head repeatedly: "It's fortunate Madam was born a woman. If you were a man, having to study until midnight and attend predawn court sessions, how would you manage?"

Minglan nearly burst into laughter. A little man who could fly and spin webs once taught us that with great power comes great responsibility. Ancient men enjoyed far more privileges than modern men, so naturally they had to work harder. Though come to think of it, in her previous life she too had experienced nights burning the midnight oil and early mornings.

Ah... how she missed her previous life. Back then, though the sky was gray, the earth dark, and rivers colorful, at least when a husband fooled around you could divorce and split assets. When discovering a mistress, you could storm her doorstep. When a mother-in-law picked fights, you could talk back. When a best friend stole your man, you could expose them online. Most importantly, even if you had an affair, you wouldn't face drowning in a pig cage.

Alright—Minglan wiped her imaginary drool. Time to return to reality.

The ancient model worker Comrade Wang Xifeng represented an unattainable peak for Minglan. What kind of workaholic was she? No extra pay, no promotion prospects, though she could embezzle some funds through her position, the gains never covered the losses. Rising in the dead of night, managing affairs before dawn, constantly appeasing the entire household—yet she still feared not working herself to death, eagerly seeking more tasks at the Ningguo Manor! Absolutely nuts.

In the end, she ruined her health, exhausted her dowry, failed to bear a son, and even had to accept a concubine, You Erjie, under the pretext of her childlessness. Was it all for some mythical "sense of achievement"? Baffling, utterly baffling.

Minglan's personality was incompatible with model worker mentality. She had Liao Yong Xifu and other stewards take turns conducting the morning roll call at mao hour (5-7 am), then assigning daily tasks. She herself would review affairs after breakfast and verify accounts, while next day's work was allocated before dinner the previous evening. Occasional surprise inspections had proven quite effective so far.

Cui Mama strongly disapproved of Minglan's "laziness," often pulling her ear to lecture her. Yet Minglan always had a ready argument: "If the results are the same, why torment oneself?"

Cui Mama sternly replied: "Work hard while young, and you can rest properly when surrounded by children and grandchildren."

"Not so, not so." Minglan wagged a finger. "Mama, do you still enjoy sleeping in nowadays?"

Minglan's eyes sparkled clearly while Cui Mama's gaze dodged: "Not particularly."

"See! 'Gather rosebuds while you may,' sleeping in waits for no one. Other young wives don't have this opportunity. If I don't take good care of myself now, wouldn't that be wasting heaven's gifts? Don't you agree, Mama..."

Being less eloquent and naturally taciturn, Cui Mama could only glare at Minglan in frustration. Everyone praised Sheng Family's Sixth Miss as the most well-behaved and docile, but only she knew "well-behaved" should be "calculating," and "docile" actually meant "outward compliance." The girl was full of seemingly reasonable nonsense, smilingly pressing against you while squinting her curved eyes, pretending to seek advice through "discussion."

Cui Mama reluctantly admitted that ever since Minglan was nine, she had never stood a chance against her.Minglan observed the situation and felt the timing was right. She smiled placatingly, "I understand your concerns, Mama, but who knows how long such comfortable days will last? If we ever return to the Ningyuan Marquis Household someday, I'll have to dutifully pay morning respects before dawn and likely stand through formal protocols. We should truly rest well while we can."

"Will we return?" Cui Mama questioned doubtfully.

Minglan chuckled, "After all, we're still family. It's hard to say whether we'll go back or not."

Cui Mama sighed and didn't press further, instead strictly disciplining all the mansion's maids.

Minglan had no objections to this. Having come from the internet age, she understood the power of rumors and gossip. If household affairs were left lax, who knew what might be spread outside? After all, many from the Ningyuan Marquis Household were keeping close watch on her now.

The most crucial area was the main courtyard of Jiaxi Residence.

The inner household maids came from three sources: those Minglan brought with her, those purchased externally, and those born to household servants.

Previously, Mama Chang had selected two batches of maids for the inner courtyard. Those chosen in summer were all given names starting with "Xia" (summer), whether purchased or born to servants. Among them, Xiazhu and Xiahe were the first batch selected by Mama Chang and sent in. Later, another batch was chosen in winter, all named with "Dong" (Winter). Minglan found this naming method practical. Since it was now spring, the newly selected batch were all given names starting with "Chun".

Xiaotao rolled her eyes at her.

According to established practice, there would always be a few careless chickens to be killed as warning to the monkeys at the beginning.

Most of these maids hadn't been trained for long and were at playful young ages. Seeing the mansion's lavish food, clothing, and accommodations - especially those serving in Minglan's courtyard who lived like young mistresses, all dressed in silk satins and eating poultry and fish daily, using fine porcelain and jade utensils they'd rarely seen before - they became rather unrestrained.

Whenever Minglan saw these expenses, she secretly sighed: No wonder the maids in the Grand View Garden would rather "dash their heads against the wall" than leave, no wonder girls vied to become concubines. On one side were commoners in coarse clothes and humble dwellings, on the other were those maintained like young mistresses in fine silks and delicacies - the temptation of material comforts was indeed boundless.

Beyond the fine food and clothing, there were plentiful gold and silver accessories as rewards, with daily tasks not being particularly heavy. Seeing Minglan was an amiable mistress, they became rather informal.

Some quarreled due to spoiled tempers, some fought over clothing and accessories, some neglected duties or were lazy in work, some entered Minglan's inner chamber without permission, and some had improper intentions... Within just seven or eight days, Lüzhi and Ruomei had caught no fewer than five or six offenders.

Discipline was the art of punishment, and Minglan decided to play the third-rate artist.

Responsibilities were clarified first, with everyone's duties firmly established. Then it was clearly written what shouldn't be done, which places shouldn't be entered, what shouldn't be said, and what attire was inappropriate. For violations: light offenders would be reprimanded, more serious cases would receive palm strikes, worse would face deduction of monthly allowance, even worse would be expelled. Those expelled from the inner courtyard wouldn't be kept in the outer compound either - either returned to their parents or sent to work on manors. Expulsion and sale were the final reserved measures.Every transgression was meticulously recorded—the reason, the punishment received, and the attitude toward admitting fault—all annotated for future reference and cumulative inquiry. If someone repeatedly made mistakes, even minor ones, it would be difficult to keep them, lest some cunning maids resort to sophistry and others follow suit, causing trouble.

In truth, the most severe punishment was not selling them off but beating them to death. However, Minglan did not favor this method, as it not only harmed one's moral integrity but also tarnished one's reputation. Selling them to remote, impoverished, or even barbaric regions often led to worse outcomes.

Aside from withholding monthly allowances and expulsions, which required Minglan's approval, the senior maids were responsible for determining the scale of punishment. Among them, only Danju wielded the disciplinary ruler. Her temperament was steady and gentle, ensuring fairness and avoiding chaos from arbitrary or lenient rulings. The other senior maids, ranked by seniority, were tasked with supervision and reprimands.

Minglan observed coldly and, seeing Danju grow increasingly meticulous, felt somewhat reassured. Initially, she had thought Danju was too much of a pushover, lacking authority, but upon reflection, she realized it wasn't entirely Danju's fault. Back then, Minglan herself was merely a sixth young lady in the Sheng family, born of a concubine, her own standing not firm enough—how could she expect Danju to act decisively?

After a few days of such regulations, with punishments and fines duly meted out and a few troublemakers expelled, Jiaxi Residence became much more orderly and peaceful. Seeing the courtyard so serene, Minglan felt quite satisfied. Xiaotao flatteringly rushed over to praise her: "Madam is so capable, Madam is so clever!"

Minglan replied with an air of profundity, "In wealthy households, dealing with a few servants isn't the hard part; it's the masters behind them." That was why the waters in high-status families were so murky and impossible to clarify.

Xiaotao didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop her from continuing her flattery: "Madam is so clever, Madam is so capable!"

Minglan turned to her with a stern face: "Can't you come up with some new words to praise your Madam?"

Xiaotao tugged awkwardly at the corner of her mouth: "Madam... the sentiment is what matters, right? Didn't you say we shouldn't judge by appearances?"

Minglan stared at her for a long moment, then sighed and patted her: "True enough."

A few days later, news arrived that Hai Shi had given birth to a daughter.

Minglan took out two strings of dazzling small gold coins, each consisting of nineteen exquisite little gold coins engraved with different auspicious phrases, strung together with red silk thread and adorned with a chubby little gold ingot at the end. She declared triumphantly, "Luckily, I had the foresight. Eldest Sister will likely give birth soon too. For the Third Day Bath Ceremony, we'll give one string each to Eldest Sister and Eldest Sister-in-law."

"Wouldn't that... be a bit too modest?" Danju cautiously reminded her, as the Gu family was now wealthier than the Liang and Wen families. "And should we give the same to both?" Danju bit her lip; in her view, Hai Shi had been much kinder to Minglan than Hualan.

Minglan patiently instructed, "Silly Danju, anything given publicly shouldn't be too conspicuous, or others will think you're a parvenu. Besides, what about Fourth Sister and Fifth Sister? What should we give them? With Eldest Sister and Eldest Sister-in-law giving birth so close together, if I give different Third Day Bath gifts, wouldn't that just cause trouble? The goal of gift-giving is to make both host and guest happy. We can prepare generous gifts properly for the full-month banquets later."The Third Day Bath Ceremony of the Sheng family was held on a day blessed with gentle sunshine. Minglan had informed Gu Tingye in advance and traveled there in a light carriage and small sedan chair. As it happened, Sheng Hong was on his day off, so Minglan went to pay her respects to him first. Upon entering the room, she saw Sheng Hong sternly lecturing Madam Wang about something, while Rulan stood with her head bowed, looking dejected.

After paying her respects, Minglan rose with a cheerful smile and said sweetly, "Father, your beard has grown longer again. Hmm, it’s almost as impressive as Chief Grand Secretary Shen’s fine beard."

Sheng Hong couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth, stroking his meticulously maintained long beard with pride, though he pretended to scold her, "Nonsense! You’re a married woman now, yet you’re still so childish!"

Minglan took a step forward, smiling ingratiatingly, "You’re right, Father. I recently came across a small rhinoceros horn comb from the Yunnan border, specially saved for you. I’ll send it over later—does that sound less childish?"

Sheng Hong could no longer keep a straight face and laughed, "Keep it for your husband!" Minglan shook her head playfully, "No need. He’s a military man. Apart from Lord Guan, I’ve never heard of anyone with a long beard who could fight well. It would be cumbersome on horseback. From what I see, your son-in-law is far from matching Lord Guan’s prowess!"

Sheng Hong burst into laughter, pointing at Minglan and shaking his head in amusement.

Minglan then turned to Madam Wang and said with a smile, "It’s been a while, Madam. You look much younger! They say daughters are burdens and worries. Now that all four of us are married off, you must feel much more at ease."

The tightness in Madam Wang’s lips eased slightly. Just then, Rulan noticed the inner room’s curtain being lifted slightly, with Liu Kun’s wife frantically signaling to her. Gauging Sheng Hong’s expression, Rulan chimed in with a smile, "Of course. You were the last one to give Mother a headache."

Minglan turned and looked Rulan up and down, as if suddenly realizing something, "Now I remember—it was right after Fifth Sister’s marriage that Madam began to feel relaxed and carefree." Rulan pretended to scold her while pinching her, "You wicked girl, always making fun of me!"

With that, the tense atmosphere in the room dissipated. Liu Kun’s wife marveled inwardly at Liu Guniang’s skill. She was truly remarkable—never awkward or reserved around Sheng Hong and Madam Wang. No matter the situation, she was always cheerful, natural, and dignified in their presence.

Especially with Sheng Hong, Minglan never harbored resentment over past neglect or grew distant due to cold treatment. She treated him as if he were a truly loving father, always joyful in his company and adept at pleasing him. Over the years, Sheng Hong had grown quite fond of her, never failing to include her when he had something good to share.

After a few more words, Madam Wang led the group to Hai Shi’s room. Along the way, Madam Wang remained stern-faced, walking ahead surrounded by maids and servants, while Minglan and Rulan walked arm in arm behind them, whispering quietly.

"What’s wrong with you? Did you anger Father as soon as you returned?" Minglan glanced at Madam Wang ahead and deliberately slowed her pace.

Rulan sighed, "The Hanlin Academy is austere. Recently, there’s been an opportunity for an external posting. I think my husband is quite interested, but it’s in Sichuan, a prosperous region. I’m afraid..." Minglan understood somewhat and pulled Rulan to walk even slower, "So you came to ask Father and your brother for help?""No, I just complained to Mother a few times. Who knew she'd personally bring it up to Father? I ended up getting scolded too." Rulan pouted, clearly annoyed at Madam Wang for "making things worse instead of helping."

Minglan glanced at Madam Wang walking ahead with tense shoulders and sighed inwardly. This woman really...

Troubled, Rulan tugged at Minglan's sleeve. "Tell me, why did Father have to scold me? If he could help, fine; if not, just say so." Since Minglan even knew about her midnight rendezvous, Rulan always spoke bluntly with her.

Minglan leaned close to Rulan's ear. "Has Fifth Brother-in-law ever explicitly asked for Father or Brother's help?"

"No."

"Has he ever hinted at it in front of you? Like sighing deeply or showing frustration?"

"Not that either." Rulan shook her head. "My husband never hides anything from me. That day he just mentioned it casually after work, joking about which colleague might have connections for this matter."

"So Fifth Sister made a mistake." Minglan nodded. "First, Fifth Brother-in-law may not have wanted his wife's family involved. Second, you sought Father's help without his consent, which might have displeased him—perhaps he has his own plans. Third, if Brother and Father think it's appropriate, they'll naturally help. If they don't, your insistence might make them think Fifth Brother-in-law is incompetent and relies on his wife's family."

Minglan's three points left Rulan stunned. She murmured, "You... make a lot of sense."

Noticing the people ahead were getting farther away, Minglan whispered, "When I was young, I heard Old Madam mention that long ago, Mother and Father were very close, respectful and happy. But because Mother kept interfering in Father's external affairs, they grew distant, which allowed Consort Lin to take advantage."

It wasn't uncommon for women in the inner quarters to meddle in their husbands' or sons' official matters—the issue was how and when. Someone like Madam Wang, who ignored greater principles for personal gain, probably caused Sheng Hong plenty of trouble back then.

This case was too classic, and the consequences too painful. Rulan, considering herself the biggest victim of that incident, suddenly had an epiphany. She clenched her fist and smacked her palm. "I've vaguely heard about this too. Then... Sixth Sister, what should I do?"

Minglan, content with her own life, genuinely wished the same for Rulan. "First, observe Fifth Brother-in-law. If he brings it up repeatedly, go talk to Eldest Sister-in-law. As a daughter of the Hai family, she knows the ropes. She'll discuss it with Brother, and they'll decide whether to help or not. You can handle such matters this way in the future."

"That's a good idea!" Rulan nodded repeatedly, feeling great trust in Hai Shi, her eldest sister-in-law. Then she asked, "What if my husband doesn't mention it again?"

Minglan rolled her eyes. "Then it means Fifth Brother-in-law isn't very keen on the position. Don't stir up trouble. Stop worrying about the Hanlin Academy being austere. If you keep trying to control his career, be careful he grows tired of you!"Rulan cherished this 'love' deeply; in comparison, being merely a Hanlin academic's wife seemed insignificant. Hearing this, she nodded earnestly.

After a moment, Rulan suddenly thought: "Wait, I could ask for your help too, right? Everyone says the sixth brother-in-law is quite remarkable now! Hey, you'll help, won't you?" She squinted her eyes, planted her hands on her hips, and her tone turned demanding, just like her pre-married self.

Minglan linked arms with her, chuckling: "We're as close as sisters; if you ask, I'll naturally speak to him. But think carefully - civil officials and military officers have different jurisdictions. For the same matter, if Father or Elder Brother handles it through proper channels, it'll be like wind passing over water without a trace, completely undetectable. But if your brother-in-law handles it... hehe, when everyone finds out, don't blame me."

Rulan felt uneasy. Scholars cared most about face. Being promoted through his wife's family was one thing, but needing help from a brother-in-law was another. Needing brother-in-law's help was tolerable, but having everyone know about it - that wouldn't do well.

Minglan smiled while watching Rulan. In this era where everyone seemed to have eighteen crystal hearts, encountering someone as straightforward as Rulan was truly rare, oh so rare.

"Sixth Sister, though I'm foolish, I'm not ungrateful. Everything you said comes from sincere concern for me. I know you treat me well. Sometimes I have a bad temper - please don't take it to heart," Rulan suddenly said quietly, gently holding Minglan's hand.

Minglan felt a pang of guilt and clasped her hand in return, speaking warmly: "What's this distant talk between sisters? By the way, how does Fifth Brother-in-law treat you?" She examined Rulan's appearance - wearing a red silk jacket embroidered with butterflies among flowers, though somewhat overly formal, it made her face glow like peach blossoms, her complexion excellent. She seemed to be doing well.

Indeed, Rulan proudly lifted her chin, her fair face blushing as she shyly said: "He treats me extremely well. Whenever he has time, he writes poems and paints for me."

"Are you the subject of his paintings?"

"Of course it's me!" Rulan glared fiercely. "Brother Jing says my features are bright and cheerful, my demeanor natural - perfect for painting!"

"Yes, yes, absolutely right," Minglan quickly amended. "Then... what about your mother-in-law?"

Rulan looked quite pleased: "Whenever that old woman gives me trouble, my husband hides at the Hanlin Academy. If she complains too much, he says 'Since you look down on your daughter-in-law, how can you have the nerve to live in her family's residence? You should move out immediately.' Then Mother-in-law usually stops."

Minglan burst out laughing, causing Madam Wang ahead to turn back. She quickly suppressed her laughter. Women faced many difficulties in this era, so she genuinely rejoiced at Rulan's happiness. Wen Yanjing had been chosen by Sheng Hong and Changbai after all - he probably wasn't too bad.

Ah... if only all her sisters could be like Rulan - easy to handle, happy and straightforward. But that was impossible. Soon enough, Minglan encountered another sister of hers - Molan.

Sitting in Hai Shi's room, Molan conversed with other female relatives who came to offer congratulations. Her delicate and elegant face appeared somewhat gloomy. Dressed in a purple-red jacket embroidered with peony clusters, luxurious enough to be impressive, it somehow made her look several years older. A massive phoenix-facing-sun hairpin with large golden pearls shone so brilliantly it practically dazzled the entire room.When Rulan saw her, she immediately pursed her lips and deliberately leaned close to Minglan’s ear: "What is she pretending for? Everyone in the capital knows that the Yongchang Marquis Manor is having a hard time now. The Emperor has reprimanded them several times, and even her father-in-law, the Yongchang Marquis, has had his military duties suspended. It’s already good enough that Fourth Brother-in-law can keep his current position—a promotion is out of the question."

Molan also noticed them but only gave a stiff nod, as if wanting to approach Minglan. However, Rulan subtly blocked her without drawing attention. Minglan showed no expression on her face and merely exchanged a few pleasantries with the women in the room before going to see the newborn baby girl. The infant had delicate features, with slender eyebrows and eyes and a slightly upturned mouth, resembling Hai Shi quite closely.

Lady Liu, whose husband served in the Court of Judicial Review, looked at the baby and said with a smile, "This little girl is lovely and takes after her mother. She’s sure to grow into a well-educated and refined lady."

Hai Shi, with a cloth wrapped around her head, reclined against a crimson-purple cushion embroidered with the "Longevity Mountain and Blessing Sea" pattern in subtle floral velvet, smiling faintly, "What's so good about resembling me? It would be better if she took after her aunts—each one a budding beauty."

Another lady, Mrs. Liu, chimed in cheerfully, "All are wonderful, all are wonderful. You sisters-in-law are truly blessed." She couldn't help but glance at Minglan, as everyone knew Hai Shi hoped her daughter would resemble Minglan.

Rulan, gazing at the infant, suddenly remembered something and tugged at Minglan's sleeve, whispering, "Eldest Sister will be having her baby soon too. Have you prepared any little clothes or shoes... um... and is there a share for me?"

Minglan stared back in surprise, lowering her voice, "You're married now, and still freeloading off my needlework? I'll tell your mother-in-law!"

Rulan pounced on her, hissing a fierce threat, "You dare?! I'll pinch you to death~!"

Minglan quickly surrendered, "They're ready, they're ready!... But remember, this is the last year—next year, no more!"

Molan watched the two sisters bantering and laughing, twisting her handkerchief into a knot, her heart seething with silent resentment.

The room held nearly seven or eight female relatives. Though they all chatted amiably, their eyes repeatedly drifted toward Minglan. Everyone knew that this youngest, low-born daughter of the Sheng family had married the most advantageously. Not only was her husband distinguished and noble, but they now resided in their own separate mansion, free from meddling in-laws above or scheming sisters-in-law below. The vast estate was hers to arrange as she pleased, the treasury's silver entirely at her disposal—utterly unchecked. Not long ago, she had even been conferred the title of Second Rank Imperial Mandate Lady, a stroke of supreme fortune.

As their gazes fell upon her, they saw Minglan dressed in a light jade-green brocade jacket embroidered with lilies and auspicious patterns, paired with a water-green long skirt adorned with willow motifs. Her hair was neatly styled in a crescent bun, adorned with a dazzling hairpin of twisted gold and silver wires inlaid with coral plum blossoms. From the pin dangled three delicate tassels, each tipped with a vibrant red coral bead that swayed gently by her cheeks.

Her attire was understated, save for a pair of white jade twist-patterned bangles on each wrist that chimed softly. At a glance, it was clear they were made of uniform mutton-fat jade, exuding warmth and elegance. Most remarkably, all four bangles shared the same hue and veining—undoubtedly imperial tribute pieces of rare quality.

After a few glances, the women couldn't help but inwardly marvel at Minglan's striking beauty. Her features were delicately enchanting, with a fresh, radiant charm. Every smile and frown sparkled with innocent brightness, her loveliness shining brilliantly.

Madam Wang, seated at the head, observed Minglan's poised and affluent demeanor. Noting how the other women seemed to unconsciously gravitate toward her, their words tinged with flattery, she felt a surge of resentment. Yet, seeing Minglan and Rulan huddled together, giggling and sharing secrets like close sisters, her heart gradually settled.

Beside her, however, Kang Yima had been neglected for some time. The ladies in the room were reluctant to engage with her, and Hai Shi remained aloof. Watching Minglan—a mere concubine-born daughter—bask in such glory, Kang Yima simmered with displeasure.

"I say, Ming Yatou," Kang Yima suddenly spoke up coldly, her voice sharp. "You mustn't forget your mother and the Sheng family in your current fortune. Even if you've received an Imperial Mandate, or achieve greater success, you shouldn't put on airs here! Otherwise, it would be forgetting your roots."

Minglan looked up slightly startled, meeting Kang Yima's gaze. The woman wore an unnatural smile, her lips twisted. The other ladies also appeared taken aback, exchanging glances. After a moment, Minglan smiled faintly and replied, "Oh, I understand."When Kang Yima saw Minglan's respectful attitude yet cold tone, she grew even angrier and said sharply, "Though you now reside in a separate residence, you must not neglect propriety. Your mother-in-law lives nearby—you ought to pay morning and evening respects daily, maintain close ties with uncles and brothers, and show filial piety to elders without defiance! Do not presume your noble title grants you license to disregard your seniors. If your misconduct in your own household brings shame upon your mother and the Sheng family, I will be the first to hold you accountable!"

Yun'er turned pale with fright, repeatedly tugging at Kang Yima's sleeve, but Kang Yima ignored her and continued her tirade with relish.

The room fell into an awkward silence. The women exchanged uneasy glances as Kang Yima relentlessly criticized Minglan, while Madam Wang remained silent nearby. Minglan slowly sipped her tea, waiting until Kang Yima paused before responding leisurely, "Aunt, I have taken note of your advice. It is a pity Cousin Yuan'er has gone to Fengtian—otherwise we sisters could have gathered together properly."

At these words, Kang Yima deflated like a punctured balloon. Yun'er's expression turned grim. Kang Yuan'er and her mother-in-law Wang Jiuma quarreled three times daily, their conflicts growing so intense that they not only aggravated Wang Laotaitai into illness but nearly provoked a letter of divorce.

Minglan fixed her gaze on Kang Yima, a cold smile playing on her lips. If Kang Yima dared further insolence, she would not endure it. Since arriving in this ancient era, she had tolerated one thing after another—but if she must now endure even this presumptuous aunt, she might as well abandon all dignity.

Frustrated, Kang Yima turned to Madam Wang for support. Noticing this, Madam Wang immediately scowled and said, "Ming Yatou, you—"

"Mother!" Rulan interjected perfectly timed, smiling cheerfully, "Let's not dwell on irrelevant matters. We should proceed with the Third Day Bath Ceremony quickly, lest my niece catch cold. Otherwise, Father and Elder Brother will hold you accountable later!"

Though she smiled brightly, her eyes glared fiercely at Madam Wang, emphasizing the words "irrelevant" and "Father and Elder Brother." Understanding her daughter's meaning—and knowing Sheng Hong detested the Kang Family—Madam Wang feared further criticism if gossip spread. Gritting her teeth, she ceased her nagging and directly announced the ceremony's commencement.

The crowd laughingly pressed forward to witness the ritual, leaving Kang Yima alone in fuming isolation.

After the ceremony, Minglan went alone to Longevity and Peace Hall. It remained elegantly serene, faintly scented with sandalwood incense. Standing beneath the large osmanthus tree, Minglan took a deep breath, feeling her spirits lift. She skipped lightly inside, nearly colliding with Mama Fang at the entrance.

"Liu Guniang! Don't run, don't run—be careful someone sees you!" Mama Fang exclaimed softly while peering outside.

Minglan threw herself into Old Madam's embrace, wriggling like twisted candy, and cooed, "Grandmother, I've missed you terribly!"

"Who's 'terribly'? I'm perfectly fine!" Old Madam's tranquil face seemed to bloom with joy as she hugged Minglan, laughing and patting her. Mama Fang hurried to fetch fruits and pastries.

After chattering fondly about their separation, Minglan asked how everything was at home, and Old Madam eagerly recounted the news.

"...This time, your eldest sister-in-law had a difficult pregnancy and fell somewhat ill. She needs extended recuperation, so Madam has resumed household management, and Quange has been placed in my care." Old Madam's complexion appeared notably healthier as she gently pointed toward the inner room's curtain.Minglan hurried into the inner room to look and saw a plump, fair-skinned baby lying on the old madam’s bed. A small, jade-like fist, no bigger than a date, rested beside the child’s rosy, youthful cheek. The baby breathed evenly in sleep, even snoring softly.

Minglan quickly came out and sat beside the old madam. Overjoyed, she said to her, "This is wonderful! With Quange by your side, Grandmother, you won’t be lonely anymore! Ah... but how did Madam Wang agree to it?"

Old Mrs. Sheng chuckled rather mischievously. Recently, Madam Wang had suffered a quiet setback.

With Consort Lin defeated and her daughters married off, Madam Wang no longer had household duties to manage and suddenly found herself with too much free time. It dawned on her that her daughter-in-law was living quite comfortably, and she grew envious.

Since Hai Shi was pregnant, Madam Wang wanted to give her son a bedroom servant, saying he worked hard studying and deserved someone to care for him. Changbai replied that his father worked even harder to support the family, so if she had someone suitable, she should offer her to his father first. Then, somehow, the news spread, and Sheng Hong immediately expressed his fondness for two maids serving in his study.

Madam Wang was furious, and chaos ensued for a while. In the end, Sheng Hong gained two bedroom servants, and Madam Wang gained several more wrinkles.

Next, Madam Wang wanted to promote Goat Hair to concubine to pressure Hai Shi. Changbai asked where his father’s former bedroom servants had gone. Madam Wang turned pale with rage, slammed the table, and shouted, "How dare you defy me, you brat! Have you had enough of living?" Changbai replied calmly that, as a son, he couldn’t defy her, but he was genuinely curious, so he would go ask his father and the old madam.

Madam Wang nearly choked on her anger. Despite this, when Hai Shi heard about it, she became depressed, which affected her pregnancy. They had to summon imperial physicians and urgently seek help from He Laofuren, causing several days of turmoil before things settled down.

Sheng Hong held the Hai family in high regard and, by extension, valued his daughter-in-law greatly. Displeased with Madam Wang, he saw that Hai Shi lacked the energy to care for her son and decided to send Quange to the Longevity and Peace Hall, entrusting his upbringing to the trustworthy old madam.

Whenever Madam Wang objected or tried to provoke Hai Shi, Sheng Hong would promptly seize the opportunity to mention that he had taken a liking to a few charming, talented young women with tragic backgrounds and lofty aspirations. Madam Wang had no choice but to shift her focus and throw herself into the frontline of wife-concubine conflicts, leaving her no time to bother her children and grandchildren.

Minglan laughed so hard she doubled over, burying her face in the old madam’s arm, her shoulders shaking with mirth. When she looked up, her face was flushed red. Wiping away tears of laughter, she reflected that Changbai was already established, Hai Shi had a generous dowry, and with Madam Wang’s own resources, even if Sheng Hong had more illegitimate children, it wouldn’t affect his status.

Moreover, with Madam Wang as a formidable barrier and Jufang as a favored beauty among the concubines, those bedroom servants would likely find it difficult to have children.

Old Mrs. Sheng held her granddaughter and chuckled softly. She went on to talk about Quange, saying he was well-behaved, sensible, cheerful, and fond of laughing—a very easy child to care for. She often amused herself with him, finding great comfort in her old age. As she spoke happily, her eyes shone with warmth and joy.

Minglan watched, her heart aching with both sorrow and happiness. That the old madam could spend her later years free from loneliness was truly a blessing from heaven."Your elder brother has spoken with me. Currently, your sister-in-law is unwell and cannot care for two children. Whether it's a boy or a girl, one must be sent to the Longevity and Peace Hall. Given his temperament, it was quite an effort for him to say so much, asking me to help look after the child." Old Mrs. Sheng spoke leisurely, her expression serene, a smile playing on her lips. Compared to before, she seemed less aloof and more gentle.

"Grandmother, that's truly wonderful!" Minglan said sincerely, leaning against the old madam's knees. Old Mrs. Sheng's nature was such that she disliked imposing. No matter how much she desired something, if others did not offer it, she would never ask.

The grandmother and granddaughter chatted cheerfully for a while. After Mama Fang brought in bowls, plates, tea, and fruits, she also retrieved a small box from the inner room. Old Mrs. Sheng took the box, opened it, and inside was a thick booklet, which she handed to Minglan. "Take this. It was sent by Old Madam He."

"...What is this?" Minglan asked curiously, accepting it and flipping through the pages.

"A medical booklet specifically about women's ailments," Old Mrs. Sheng replied with a smile. "It details how to regulate the body before pregnancy, how to protect the fetus during pregnancy, how to care for the child and recover after childbirth, as well as dietary precautions. She is most skilled in these matters. I've already looked through it—it's written clearly and is quite worth reading. On the last page, she also recommended several capable doctors for women's ailments, as well as a few of her Zhang family daughters-in-law. If needed, you can seek them out later."

"...Thank you, He Laofuren." Minglan flipped through the pages and immediately recognized its practicality, feeling a wave of emotion in her heart.

Seeing Minglan's touched expression, Old Mrs. Sheng said calmly, "You needn't feel indebted to He Laofuren. She is an exceedingly sensible person. To be honest, as soon as you were betrothed to the Gu family, she likely began making other plans."

Minglan nodded, sighing wistfully. "He Laofuren knew that persistence would be futile, so she chose to handle things gracefully, ensuring our family remembers the He family's kindness. Her mind is sharp, her considerations thorough, and she anticipates events in advance. Truly remarkable."

Old Mrs. Sheng smiled, a hint of light mockery in her expression. "She is indeed remarkable. The Emperor has approved He Laotaiye's retirement petition, and she will soon leave the capital. But the He family still has descendants in official careers who will need allies. Now that we all feel grateful to her, how could we not help in the future? That is the way of the wise."

Minglan, deeply moved, nodded emphatically and sighed softly. "No matter what, He Laofuren has always been kind to our family. It's a pity that such an incident occurred in our household..."

Old Mrs. Sheng chuckled lightly and pointed at Minglan. "Silly child! What kind of person do you think He Laofuren is? She married into the He family at fifteen, and though her husband prided himself on being romantic, she firmly held her ground. Now, she has a house full of children and grandchildren, all her own flesh and blood. For the entire family to respect her so—do you think she could have achieved that without skill?"

Mama Fang, who had been listening nearby, couldn't help chiming in. "She is truly formidable. Her face is as benevolent as the Maitreya Buddha's, yet her actions are swift and decisive. Not like our old madam, who puts on a fierce expression but is ultimately soft-hearted."This remark earned a glare from Old Mrs. Sheng. After shooting her a look, she turned to Minglan and said, "I couldn't stand her methods in my early years either, but now it seems there's no other way! She often says, 'If others want me dead, I can certainly want them dead—fair and just.' You should take note of that too!"

"And now?" Minglan asked, nodding blankly.

"Now? Now that Old Master He has retired with honors and Hongwen Ge'er is far away, she has given her daughter-in-law enough face, and that wretched Cao Jinxiu is now part of the He family. She has plenty of ways to deal with them behind closed doors, slowly and methodically." The Old Madam sneered. "The Cao family thought they could rely on their sister and daughter to squeeze more benefits from the He family—it won't be that easy."

...

While the grandmother and granddaughter were discussing the He family, the household was bustling with activity, packing luggage and belongings. After several days of packing, it was nearly complete. However, the atmosphere in the main hall of the He residence was icy cold.

Inside the room were five people. He Laofuren sat at the head, flanked by two trusted stewardesses. Below them knelt two women, He Mu and Cao Jinxiu, their faces streaked with tears.

"Mother, I beg you!" He Mu wept. "If I have done anything wrong, punish me as you see fit, but please don't treat Jin'er this way!"

"How dare I punish you?" He Laofuren's face was as cold as frost. "You are Hongwen's birth mother, decisive and unchallengeable. You decide whom to marry and whom to take as a concubine—I wouldn't dare stop you! However, since Concubine Cao has entered our household, she falls under my jurisdiction. Alright, Concubine Cao, don't just stand there dazed. Go back and pack your things. In a few days, you will accompany me on the journey back to our hometown at White Stone Pool!"

Cao Jinxiu was terrified, her face ashen. She had never imagined things would turn out this way. Trembling, she pleaded, "No, no, Old Madam, I beg you! I can't bear to leave my aunt. With my cousin away, I need to take care of her!"

He Laofuren's expression was full of scorn. "There's no need for you to worry about that. Your cousin has been away for years on end, and your aunt has managed to survive just fine. Even if you, her niece, are more important to her than her own son, I'm sure she'll manage to live on!"

He Mu found the tone utterly cold and indifferent. She glanced up slightly and saw the icy, furious resolve in He Laofuren's eyes. She knew then that her mother-in-law had never liked her, and the twenty years of their relationship as mother and daughter-in-law were over. Overwhelmed, she collapsed to the floor, but no one moved to help her up. Only Cao Jinxiu wailed and cried out in despair.

He Laofuren watched them coldly. "I'll make myself clear today: I am taking Concubine Cao with me, no matter what. She ruined a promising marriage for Hongwen, and I cannot let her ruin his entire life! I have already arranged a match for Hongwen. The girl comes from a family of medical practitioners. Though her family is not prominent, she is straightforward, capable, and sharp-tongued—well-suited to managing a household. Her father passed away not long ago, so she is still in mourning. I've calculated the timing: by the time Hongwen returns a year from now, it will be just right for them to marry."

Cao Jinxiu felt as if her heart were being torn apart. She stared at He Laofuren in disbelief. "You... you've arranged a marriage for my cousin?" So soon?!

"Exactly," He Laofuren replied, looking at her with disgust. "That's why I cannot allow you to stay here and cause trouble for the young couple or stir up chaos in the He household.""I won't, I won't cause any trouble for cousin and his wife!" Cao Jinxiu immediately snapped back to attention, kowtowing repeatedly. "I'll serve cousin and his wife well, living together like sisters."

He Mu also pleaded: "Mother, since Jin'er has said this, could you please..."

"I don't believe it!" He Laofuren said bluntly. "I don't trust either of you."

Cao Jinxiu and He Mu looked at He Laofuren in terror as she slowly continued: "I remember clearly when Concubine Cao entered our household, the Cao family swore to heaven they would never trouble the He family again. Yet within just a few months—" He Laofuren stared fixedly at He Mu, "Third daughter-in-law, how much silver did you give the Cao family? Hah! Don't think I don't know—the Cao family wrote to Concubine Cao weeping and begging, then you gave the silver to Concubine Cao to pass along to them. Quite clever, exploiting the loophole in my words!"

Knowing her mother-in-law's sharpness, He Mu didn't dare refute, only weeping: "After all, she's my own sister. How could I watch her starve? Mother, with your kind heart, please have mercy on them..."

"Starve?!" He Laofuren sneered. "When they left the capital, you gave them plenty of silver. If they had bought farmland, they could have acquired over a hundred acres! Plus what you've given them since—they could have become wealthy landowners in the countryside! But what have they done? I've written to inquire—the Cao men spend their days chasing women and stealing, while your dear sister lives in luxury and even lends money at usury, forcing others to sell their children! And you want me to pity them? Let me make this clear today: I'd rather pity pigs, pity dogs, pity beggars at the foot of the imperial city walls, than ever pity that family!"

Cao Jinxiu turned deathly pale, nearly biting her lips until they bled. Unable to restrain herself, she argued: "Old Madam, might you be mistaken? My parents said they've been farming diligently all along..."

"Oh, really?" He Laofuren suddenly laughed. "When you return to our hometown with me this time, we'll pass by your maternal home. You can see for yourself. If I'm wrong, I'll send you back immediately. But if I'm right, you'll remain at White Stone Pool for the rest of your life. How about that?"

Cao Jinxiu was utterly silenced, sobbing and stammering a few sounds before falling silent, kneeling with her head bowed.

He Laofuren's disgust was palpable as she cursed angrily: "You two-faced slave! Even the toads in the filthy ditches are more respectable than you! How dare you speak to me? Dreaming of accompanying Brother Hong? In your dreams!"

Cao Jinxiu collapsed to the ground, her face flushed crimson with shame and anger, weeping softly.

He Laofuren then turned to He Mu, saying sternly: "Third daughter-in-law, though you were widowed young, the He family has never treated you poorly. In everything, your branch has always received the largest share. I'm not some rigid traditionalist—there's nothing wrong with a concubine remarrying. But her, and her entire family, are vile, despicable people with no sense of shame. If Brother Hong gets entangled with them, his life will be ruined!"

She caught her breath and raised her voice: "Let me make this clear to you today—though Brother Hong is your son, he's also a descendant of the He family. I won't allow you to use him to curry favor with the Cao family!"He Mu’s face turned ashen, trembling uncontrollably in sheer panic. She looked up at He Laofuren with sorrowful eyes and said, “Mother, how can you speak to your daughter-in-law this way? How can I ever hold my head up again and go on living?!”

“You will live, of course!” He Laofuren retorted coldly and firmly. “I am determined to take Concubine Cao away. Rather than watch Hong’er be dragged down to his death by your so-called filial piety, I would sooner play the role of the wicked mother-in-law and watch you perish!”

He Mu could no longer even cry, staring at He Laofuren in terror as the latter smiled in a peculiar manner. “Perhaps you believe the Cao family matters more than your own son, but I, with my black heart, care only for my own grandson—he is what truly matters above all!”

He Mu lay prostrate on the ground in a daze, her entire body chilled to the bone. Above her head, He Laofuren’s words rang out, each syllable deliberate and sharp: "Mark my words clearly—the He family is the He family. You are merely a daughter-in-law of the He family. It is not your place to use the He family’s wealth to support the Cao family! You have already tarnished half of the He family’s reputation, and I can no longer trust you! When you return, hand over Hong Ge’er’s assets to me for safekeeping. I will later pass them directly to Hong Ge’er’s wife. If you wish to use your own dowry to curry favor, I cannot stop you, but think carefully—a daughter-in-law without a dowry to leave to her son is of no value to the He family! Moreover, if the Cao family dares to cause trouble again, I will report them directly to the local authorities. Let them be executed if they deserve execution, beaten if they deserve a beating. If there are consequences, I will bear them!"

He Laofuren’s imposing aura left He Mu and Cao Jinxiu speechless, trembling in fear and pleading desperately. Unfortunately, He Laofuren’s heart was as unyielding as iron and stone, and she paid no heed to their pleas. Cao Jinxiu could not hold back and tried to curse, "You old hag—" but He Mu hastily covered her mouth. Cao Jinxiu might not have known, but He Mu was well aware—her mother-in-law had blood on her hands. Countless concubines, bedroom servants, and illegitimate children had vanished without a trace.

He Laofuren smiled as she looked at the two of them, offering words of consolation: "Do not grieve too much. I do not intend to confine Concubine Cao for a lifetime. Once Hong Ge’er has children, in eight or ten years, I will send her back to you, and your family can be reunited."

He Mu met her mother-in-law’s gaze, her heart turning to ice. She knew her own body well—she would never survive another eight or ten years. She had originally hoped to use her remaining breath to help her son and Cao Jinxiu build a strong bond, so that after her death, Cao Jinxiu could secure her place. But now, her mother-in-law’s plan was to simply wait for her to die?!

By then, she would be dead, her son and his wife would be deeply in love, with children of their own. What use would it be to return a faded and aged Cao Jinxiu? It would merely be a gesture of charity—providing her with food to keep her from starving.

He Mu was lost in confusion when suddenly, an idea seemed to dawn on her.

He Laofuren took one look at her expression and knew exactly what she was thinking. She leisurely picked up her teacup and said slowly, "You had better not incite Hong Ge’er’s wife to plead with me. If your daughter-in-law or your son comes to me asking to bring Concubine Cao back, I am a muddle-headed old woman. I won’t bother with the rights and wrongs of the matter or whether you coerced them. I will simply send your niece to a convent to settle the matter. Hmm, now that I think of it, isn’t there a place near White Stone Pool like the Copper Pestle Convent, specially for housing women who have erred…"

Cao Jinxiu could no longer endure it and fainted on the spot. He Mu stood frozen, her eyes vacant and dazed.

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[Author’s Note]

Explanation regarding He Laofuren’s actions—Some have said her behavior seems abrupt or puzzling.

Here, I will add a few points of clarification.

He Laofuren is a wise old woman who understands the intricacies of inner household conflicts. So why did she not act sooner?

First, we must understand that the mindset of ancient women differed greatly from that of modern women. Modern women might see arranging a concubine for their husband as an earth-shattering tragedy, but ancient women did not necessarily view it as a life-or-death situation.Initially, Old Mrs. He's inaction towards the Cao family wasn't intentionally meant to suppress Minglan. Rather, she fundamentally didn't consider taking a concubine to be any significant matter. It was only because Minglan was the granddaughter of her longtime close friend that she felt somewhat embarrassed about arranging a concubine before marriage—especially since the concubine was a cousin, which would make it harder for Minglan to manage later.

But in essence, she didn't believe He Hongwen shouldn't take a concubine, nor that Minglan should monopolize his affections.

In Dream of the Red Chamber, on Wang Xifeng's birthday, Jia Lian was caught rolling in bed with Bao Er's wife while discussing how to kill Wang Xifeng. When Wang Xifeng complained to Old Madam Jia, the latter merely said, "After all, he's still young—like a greedy cat. We've all been through that phase."

Jia Lian faced no punishment whatsoever. On one hand, this reflects the corruption of the Jia household, but it also reveals something deeper. Because readers are modern, they tend to overestimate the significance of taking concubines in ancient times.

Moreover, He Mu had been widowed young, and Old Mrs. He had always pitied her. On one side was twenty years of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law bond, and on the other was a granddaughter-in-law who hadn't even entered the household yet. As an elder, how could she undermine her daughter-in-law's dignity just to elevate the granddaughter-in-law?

Especially since "it's just a barren concubine anyway." Coupled with He Mu's desperate theatrics, Old Mrs. He ultimately compromised on the matter of Cousin Cao entering the household.

This differed from Old Mrs. Sheng, who had married down to the Tanhua Lang for "true love" and ended up heartbroken and disillusioned. But most ancient women, including Old Mrs. He, didn't manage their marriages pursuing so-called "love."

At that time, Old Mrs. He thought that given Minglan's status, she merely needed to speak more kindly to the Sheng family and support Minglan more after marriage. Since He Hongwen already had feelings for Minglan and she was skilled at managing a household, the marriage would ultimately turn out well.

In fact, barring any accidents, Minglan was indeed supposed to marry into the He family.

But someone intercepted halfway—that fellow surnamed Gu.

Only then did Old Mrs. He regret it, but it was too late. Her resentment was understandable. Additionally, after Cao Jinxiu entered the household, she still didn't settle down. Old Mrs. He became alert, realizing the severe consequences, and finally took drastic action. Once she acted, it was immediately a lethal move.

Old Mrs. He wasn't some saint or benevolent figure—she was just an ordinary successful woman of ancient times. She had no reason to unconditionally support a granddaughter-in-law who hadn't even married in yet (all He men had concubines; why should the Sheng daughter be so exceptionally precious that she couldn't tolerate even one concubine?). She simply didn't view a concubine as a problem. The real issue was the Cao family's endless entanglements and burdens. Her focus was on the He family's reputation and the happiness of her descendants.

...

Now, regarding He Mu, some say her behavior was too outrageously foolish. The author reveals here that people like He Mu do have real-life prototypes—extreme characters frequently seen in Tianya's gossip sections. As they say, art originates from life but rises above it.