Another ten days passed, and the day of school commencement arrived.
This day that would make countless schoolchildren wail and tear their hair out in later ages was instead a fresh and exciting occasion for sheltered young girls of ancient times. Before the fifth watch drum had even sounded, the two young sisters stood before the courtyard of Jiaxi Residence in brand-new outfits.
One wore a light peach-red gown sprinkled with gold patterns, embroidered with tender yellow bamboo shoots and buds all over, with a gleaming golden cloud-patterned lock pendant on her chest. A nine-section curved gold necklace adorned with twelve glass beads completed her attire. The other was dressed in a brocade coat of dark blue silk, edged with thin gray squirrel fur, adorned only with simple yet exquisite silver accessories. A delicate silver chain around her neck held an extremely precious mutton-fat white jade pendant, smooth and translucent throughout.
The room was quiet, with half a window panel slightly ajar, letting in the crisp morning air that had settled on the courtyard flowers and plants. On the desk to the east stood a small purple jade incense burner carved with twin qilins guarding a lingzhi mushroom, from which fragrant smoke curled upward.
Gong Hongxiao and Qiu Niang stood properly to one side. Hearing faint sounds of utensils coming from the eastern side room, Qiu Niang resisted the urge to glance over, keeping her head bowed in silence. Gong Hongxiao, however, looked up at Minglan and said, "Madam, perhaps you should have your meal first."
"No need," Minglan waved her hand, a trace of lingering fatigue in her expression, her voice slightly hoarse. Gong Hongxiao found the sight and sound somewhat grating and quickly lowered her head. Qiu Niang, distracted and restless, couldn’t help but glance repeatedly toward the side room.
Just then, Danju led the two young girls into the room. After both had curtsied, Minglan, seated upright at the head, straightened her posture, composed her expression, and began to speak with measured gravity.
"Outside is not like home. You must be careful and prudent in all your words and actions, and not act recklessly. Remember, when you sisters are outside, you represent the face of our Gu family. Proper conduct is the dignity of our household. Observe more, listen more, speak less, and act less. Pay attention to how others behave, reflect carefully in your hearts, and learn well from your teachers..."
She spoke gently and earnestly, and both girls nodded solemnly in response. Seeing their obedient promises, Minglan felt greatly relieved and even a little enchanted. Truth be told, she was quite unskilled at moral instruction—her expertise lay in the art of punishment, such as administering light canings, docking monthly allowances, or confining offenders to earthen cells. Ideological education belonged to the propaganda department next door.
"Aunt Cui has already taught you the rules. Do not be stubborn outside; listen to your teachers. If there’s anything, discuss it properly," Minglan said sternly, directing her words at Rong Jie'er. After a moment’s thought, she added, "If it doesn’t work out, come back and tell me."
Rong Jie'er blushed, nodded vigorously, and whispered, "Mother, don’t worry. I understand."
Somewhat reassured, Minglan turned to Xianjie and said softly, "You are a good child. Aunt has always trusted you. Please keep an eye on things and don’t let Rong Jie'er act stubborn outside."
Xianjie smiled sweetly. "Aunt, don’t worry. We will surely remember your earnest teachings."
Her tone was bright and sincere, which pleased Minglan greatly. However, a faint, almost inaudible snort came from the eastern side room. Minglan swore she detected dissatisfaction and mockery in that sound. This morning, under Gu Tingye’s half-sour gaze, she had forced herself to rise early despite her sleepiness, all because she intended to deliver a final admonition to her newly embarking students.Minglan thought her lecturing demeanor must look quite foolish, so she endured her blushing cheeks and kept her head turned away, pretending not to hear.
"Alright, you may leave now. There's no need to specially come by my place in the future. Poor things, having to wake up so early in the morning without getting extra sleep." Minglan's eyes were full of pity—how dreadful it was to rise at dawn for studies.
From the eastern side chamber came another sound, the crisp clatter of chopsticks falling onto a celadon rest. Minglan gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to turn her head. Fine, so she was the one who wanted more sleep, her mind filled with thoughts of lazing in bed—so what?
No one in the room spoke, though Qiu Niang kept glancing several more times toward the eastern side.
Seeing that it was about time, Danju led the two girls out. Xianjie stepped out first, but Rong Jie'er dragged her feet, looking back at Minglan three times with every step, her clear, childlike eyes holding a trace of unease.
A thought struck Minglan, and she suddenly called out, "Rong girl." Rong Jie'er immediately halted, gazing at her eagerly.
"Study well, be polite and respectful to others, but don't let anyone bully you either. Remember, your surname is Gu." After a moment's thought, Minglan added, "In the capital, your father has never suffered a loss outside." Since childhood, Gu Tingye had been wild and unruly, his fists having beaten all the dandies in the capital—one should be grateful if he didn't bully others.
As soon as she finished speaking, another faint sound came from the eastern side chamber, like suppressed laughter. Rong Jie'er's small face froze in confusion, while Minglan clenched her jaw and hurriedly urged the girl to leave. The little girl lowered her head and turned to step out.
After all the maids and matrons had exited, a tall figure flashed past. Gu Tingye stood beside the lattice shelf, holding a snow-white handkerchief that he gently twisted between his fingers. Dressed in a russet-red Sichuan brocade casual robe embroidered with subtle gold patterns, he exuded an aura of mature steadiness.
At the sight of him, Qiu Niang grew instantly agitated, her lips trembling slightly but unable to form words. Gong Hongxiao, however, was much quicker-witted and promptly said, "Madam has been busy for a while. Let this humble servant attend to the master and madam for the meal." As she spoke, she moved to support Minglan.
Gu Tingye frowned. "There are people here to serve. You and Qiu Niang may return for now."
His tone was authoritative, brooking no argument. Gong Hongxiao's movement stiffened momentarily before she responded with a smiling face and withdrew, followed by a dejected and reluctant Qiu Niang.
"Rarely have I seen concubines so fond of paying respects to the mistress," Minglan remarked, watching the two departing figures with a half-smile as she turned to Gu Tingye. "My lord, what do you think is the reason for this?"
Gu Tingye didn't answer, merely leaning silently against the exquisite cabinet. Minglan continued, answering her own question: "It must be because I, as the mistress, am extremely benevolent and moreover possess an upright and honorable character, earning their deep admiration and affection."
"Come and eat now," the man said, his expression unchanged though the corners of his lips curved slightly, adding a touch of charm to his brows.
...
About seven or eight days after the girls started school, following Great Zhou customs, Minglan paid a visit to express her gratitude. In the afternoon, she prepared modest gifts and went again to General Zheng's residence, focusing her thanks on Zheng da furen for recommending the teacher. Drawing from lifelong experience, Minglan knew that people like Zheng da furen—reserved and solemn—disliked chatter and noise. The more one spoke, the more annoying one became. After sincerely expressing her thanks, Minglan fell silent, unsure what else to say. Yet she couldn't leave immediately after arriving, so she sat there racking her brains, citing some examples to bolster her credibility."These past few days, my Rong Jie'er has indeed become much more obedient and courteous." Her tone when calling her 'mother' has become much more sincere, unlike before when it was as faint and reluctant as a mosquito's buzz. It seems sometimes ideological work needs an outsider to handle.
After some thought, Minglan added, "She studies diligently now without needing supervision."
Though Zheng da furen spoke little, she smiled gently and kindly, seeming to appreciate Minglan's earnest narration. Little Shen laughed to lighten the atmosphere: "My niece said your girl is quite competitive too. When she performed slightly worse during the teacher's first examination, she redeemed herself the very next day."
"Not only that." Minglan covered her smile discreetly with a handkerchief, speaking as seriously and honestly as possible. "The child doesn't misbehave either, and knows to respect her elders. According to her chambermaids, she's been diligently practicing needlework these days, preparing small gifts for the Marquis and me for the New Year. Buddha bless the embroidery teacher - may my clumsy girl not drive her mad."
Zheng da furen found this amusing: "No matter. Once she gets the basics, she'll improve." She paused, seeming to recall something, and added with suppressed laughter, "My daughter was originally... also had ten fingers like wooden clubs."
Seeing the harmonious atmosphere in the room, Minglan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Back when she was with Brother Changbai and Old Mrs. Sheng, she could rely on her youth to act cute and play dumb. But here, she couldn't very well climb onto Zheng da furen's lap and roll around pretending to be adorable.
Truth be told, she wasn't very good at getting familiar with strangers. Had she been apprenticed to her father from the Ministry of Propaganda back in the day, things might have been different. Her father's star pupils were all masters of eloquent, heartfelt persuasion - they not only had to convince your mind but move your heart, striving to persuade you through sheer persistence if nothing else. Their collective idol: Master Tang Seng.
After chatting a while longer, Minglan prepared to take her leave. Little Shen quickly stood up, pretending to check the water clock nearby: "Oh, it's already this late. The children should be finishing school around now." Then she looked directly at Minglan with a smile.
Little Shen had lost both parents in childhood and, being pitied by her elder siblings, received little discipline. She had grown accustomed to freedom since young. But after marrying into the Zheng family, she had to strictly observe women's virtues, never stepping beyond the inner gates, confined all day in the general's mansion facing her stern, solemn sister-in-law who was like a living Yama King, with every word and action monitored - truly quite suffocating.
Minglan understood Little Shen's thoughts perfectly. She wanted to play dumb, but couldn't withstand those burning, expectant eyes. Smiling wryly inwardly, she maintained a natural expression: "Yes, I was planning to pick up both children after leaving here."
Little Shen cheered inwardly, turning with a smile: "Sister-in-law, it's just a short distance anyway. Why don't I go along and bring my niece back too?" Zheng da furen glanced calmly at Minglan and Little Shen, sipped her tea, but remained silent. Little Shen looked at Minglan, Minglan lowered her head - both were feeling anxious when they heard Zheng da furen say: "In that case, you may go together."
Little Shen felt as if granted amnesty, hurried back to her room to freshen up slightly, then went out arm-in-arm with Minglan.
"Finally, I can get out and breathe some fresh air."In the carriage, Little Shen repeatedly lifted a corner of the curtain to peer outside, her face brimming with irrepressible delight. "Back in Shu, I often heard that the capital was prosperous and wealthy—the finest place under heaven. It’s a pity that even after being here so long, I’ve never had the chance to truly explore."
Minglan laughed. "You make it sound so pitiful. Don’t tell me you’ve never stepped out?"
Little Shen pursed her lips, let the curtain fall, and turned to face her. "If it’s not going to a nunnery to offer incense, then it’s attending rituals at a Taoist temple. Or else, dressed as formally as for ancestral worship, we visit other households for tea and wine. At best, we stroll through a few familiar gold, jade, or antique shops. How can that count as sightseeing!"
"And what would you prefer?" Minglan tilted her head, leaning against the small incense warmer as drowsiness and languor crept over her again.
Little Shen’s eyes sparkled as she declared brightly, "Naturally, to wander through mountains, rivers, and bustling streets, to observe all aspects of human life—only then can one truly grasp the essence of the imperial capital." Minglan smiled and, obligingly lifting her hands from the warmer, gave her two soft claps. Little Shen, flustered and annoyed, chided, "Go on, laugh at me!"
Seeing her slight anger, Minglan set aside her teasing and spoke gently, "I’m not laughing at you. What you say is all true. It’s just a pity that we were born women—how can we roam freely? I’ve been in the capital longer than you, yet the places I’ve visited are just as limited. Only once, when the spring scenery was exceptionally beautiful, did the women of our household go for an outing to nearby Wangchun Mountain. That was the one time I saw the world beyond our walls. And even that was because my elderly grandmother felt the urge for an excursion. Besides our matriarch, even my own mother wouldn’t dare express a desire for leisure outings."
Little Shen listened with heartfelt yearning. After a moment, she said, "My mother-in-law can hardly walk anymore, and as for my sister-in-law..." She sighed softly and left the sentence unfinished.
Minglan felt a pang of melancholy herself—who wouldn’t wish to wander freely? She teased lightly, "Well, there’s only one solution then. Hurry up and have a whole brood of children, as many as you can. When you become the family matriarch, surrounded by children and grandchildren, you’ll be able to go wherever you please."
Little Shen flushed crimson with embarrassment, her temper flaring. "I confide in you as a true friend, sharing everything with you, and you mock me! You’re so unkind—I won’t speak to you anymore."
Minglan laughed heartily, shifting on the thick, soft cushion as she leaned against Little Shen’s shoulder and back, her voice softening. "Dear sister, I was wrong. Please forgive me—I won’t dare do it again." She showered her with half a basketful of sweet words before finally coaxing Little Shen back into good spirits.
Little Shen poked Minglan’s forehead, scolding her with a smile, "You little troublemaker! I only pity your marquis—what misdeed in his past life led him to marry such a vexing wife? Either he’s utterly charmed by you or driven to fury."
Close in age, the two soon dissolved into giggles, tussling playfully. After a while, Little Shen slowly straightened up and murmured wistfully, "Though this place is fine, it’s far too troublesome. It’s not as carefree as Shu was." Minglan rested against the brocade pillow, quietly watching her.
A moment later, Little Shen added softly, "It’s just my brother and sister I can’t bear to part with."
Minglan remained silent, her thoughts drifting to the famous Princess Dai—a tragic figure who, when obscure and unnoticed, longed to be a princess, yet once she possessed worldwide attention, honor, and wealth, yearned for freedom and love. How could the world offer so many perfect outcomes? If Little Shen wished to enjoy the capital’s prosperity and wealth while also living without constraints, merely having accumulated virtue in a past life was clearly insufficient—she’d need astrological luck bubbling over with fortune.If you choose to eat salted fish, you must endure the thirst; if you accept wealth and honor, you must withstand the troubles.
The affairs of the Zheng family had once been gossip among the capital's elite circles, and Minglan had heard a little about them.
When Little Shen first married into the family, thinking she had the backing of her sister the Empress, she went to the palace to complain and lodge accusations, hoping the imperial family would intervene to curb her elder sister-in-law's authority so she could live more comfortably.
Unexpectedly, Zheng da furen was even more ruthless and unyielding. Before Little Shen had even finished weeping to her sister, and before the Empress had figured out how to approach Zheng da furen, the latter had already knelt before Old Madame Zheng, declaring, "I am unworthy and unfit to be the elder sister-in-law of the Shen family," and requested to leave the household.
The elderly Old Madame Zheng was terrified, her spirit half-scattered. Having been mother- and daughter-in-law for over a decade, their bond was extraordinary. She had always been deeply satisfied with this elder daughter-in-law, who had borne children, managed household affairs, and brought harmony to the family. How could she abandon her? Old Madame Zheng immediately mustered her frail, ailing body, donned her full Imperial Mandate regalia, and went to the palace to plead for forgiveness.
For a time, discussions erupted everywhere.
Though called discussions, there was actually no debate at all—public opinion overwhelmingly favored Zheng da furen. She came from an ancient, prestigious family known for its high virtue and renown, with ancestors enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. The Loyal Martyrs' Shrine housed her uncles and great-uncles, and her family accounted for one-tenth of the nation's Chastity Arches (such a fearsome family tradition!). She herself was famously known in the capital as a virtuous woman of integrity and righteousness.
For Little Shen to force such a virtuous and kind sister-in-law out of her husband's household within days of her arrival was simply outrageous. The Shen family, as imperial relatives, hadn't even warmed their seats before acting so arrogantly and disdainfully—it was certain they would become a great calamity in the future.
According to Sheng Hong, Minglan's father, censors and officials at court had already drafted memorials of impeachment, sharpening their blades to submit them.
Not only that, but even the imperial women, led by the Grand Princess Qingning, were deeply displeased.
The Zheng family of the Loyal Respect Marquisate was such a fine household—both illustrious and virtuous. What? Our princesses and noblewomen, descendants of imperial lineage, dare not slight our in-laws, yet you, the Empress's sister, are the first to start? What a parvenu attitude! If you want to emulate Princess Taiping, you're not even qualified.
Shengde Taihou and several imperial consorts mocked and scorned the situation relentlessly.
Minglan recalled feeling indignant and speaking out at the time, but her elder brother Changbai smiled faintly and said, "This is merely a disciplinary blow; the Emperor can resolve it in an instant." Later, Minglan understood that, as newly risen imperial relatives, it was customary for the scholarly officials to intimidate and suppress them a little. Moreover, Little Shen also had an emperor brother-in-law who was diligently building his brand as "benevolent and filial."
Just as Changbai had predicted, several trusted ministers quickly grasped the situation, and the Emperor acted swiftly. After speaking with the Empress—whether to persuade or reprimand her was unclear—the Empress immediately summoned the Zheng women to the palace. Before Shengde Taihou could intervene, she sternly rebuked her own younger sister, assigned two instructress matrons to strictly discipline her, and then gently comforted the Zheng mother- and daughter-in-law, bestowing many gifts before the matter was settled.
Little Shen suffered the most. She had only lodged a small complaint (something she had often done since childhood), but she was scolded by her sister, then by her brother, and then by not one but two Empress Dowagers. Sent back to her husband's family, it was inevitable that her in-laws would be displeased, and even her husband was deeply unhappy, repeatedly apologizing to his elder brother. After this battle, Little Shen became docile."To be honest..." Little Shen imitated Minglan's posture, also leaning her head against the velvet cushion as she sighed softly, "My eldest sister-in-law, though not one for jokes, is truly a very good person." She wasn't foolish—she could distinguish genuine feelings from false ones and judge who was good or bad.
Ultimately, Zheng da furen hadn't treated her harshly. She neither enforced strict rules nor subjected her to sarcastic remarks or cold treatment. She simply prevented Little Shen from appearing too publicly and stopped her from pestering Young General Zheng to go out and have fun.
Additionally, she often reminded Little Shen about social etiquette to prevent any missteps in speech or behavior that might cause embarrassment outside. Compared to the typical noble households where sisters-in-law might maintain surface harmony while secretly scheming or watching coldly for others to stumble, this was much better.
"Nonsense, anyone can see that. Don't be unaware of your blessings—your sister-in-law has such a sincere heart," Minglan teased with a laugh.
"Ah, nowadays even the Empress often tells me to cherish my good fortune. Such a fine family, such upright and strict family traditions, where the men all behave properly—I must have accumulated merit over many lifetimes to deserve this. She tells me to listen to my sister-in-law and not act recklessly." Little Shen's tone carried a hint of resignation, as if lamenting that 'the tide had turned.'
This was also a testament to Zheng da furen's wisdom. Regardless of the internal dynamics, she always defended Little Shen in public, adopting an attitude of "my sister-in-law is our family's concern; outsiders have no right to comment." Once, when someone mocked Little Shen for her lack of sophistication, comparing her to a country girl, Zheng da furen immediately turned stern, flicked her sleeves, and left. Over time, even the Empress grew to respect her and often invited her to the palace for conversations. This was precisely why Minglan had chosen her as a point of contact among the group.
What a clever woman—indeed, there were hidden talents among the women in the inner chambers. But...
"Tell me, if back then..." Minglan carefully chose her words, asking cautiously, "would your sister-in-law really have chosen to leave the family?" It was a question she shouldn't have asked, but her curiosity was itching like a cat scratching at her heart.
Little Shen rolled her eyes at Minglan, thought for a moment, then slowly nodded, her expression strained. "I didn't believe it at first, but now that I've been married for almost two years, I've observed quietly..." She let out a long sigh. "My sister-in-law's family upbringing emphasizes valuing ritual propriety over life itself. Her true nature is indeed like that—she would even risk her life for it."
Minglan leaned back, clutching her chest nervously with a fearful heart. Dealing with such serious people was truly daunting.
Someone had already gone ahead to inform the Zhongjing Hou residence. By the time they arrived at the gate, several girls along with their maids and elderly servants were waiting there.
The Zheng family's young lady was dignified and adorable, seeming quite fond of Little Shen. As soon as aunt and niece met, they happily held hands and headed to their family carriage, saying they would first go to Kou Shui Pavilion to buy freshly roasted squab, then to Ziyun Zhai to see the newly arrived Hui Xuan jade paper, as a reward for the young lady's diligent studies. Judging by Little Shen's enthusiasm, it was clear she had been quite bored in the Zheng residence.
Minglan inwardly expressed deep disdain for such behavior of using children as an excuse.
The two children rode in the same carriage as Minglan, chattering excitedly along the way about interesting happenings in class. Xianjie, needless to say, had always loved studying, and even Rong Jie'er was very enthusiastic. Xue Dajia's evaluation of their studies wasn't limited to just reading. Although Rong Jie'er wasn't strong in literature, she excelled in mathematics. While others were still fumbling with abacus beads, she could already perform mental calculations swiftly."Since it's on the way, why not drop by to see Fifth Sister?" Minglan grew intrigued by their conversation and suddenly had this idea. The weather was pleasantly cool today, and besides, it wasn't easy for a lazybones like her to go out. Since she was already out, she shouldn't waste the opportunity.
The carriage stopped before a vermilion-lacquered gate adorned with twin floral patterns. The Wen residence stood in the middle of Sweetwater Lane—a spacious courtyard spanning more than three sections.
"You came empty-handed just like that?" Rulan asked, one hand resting on her waist. She wore a water-red thin squirrel-fur coat embroidered with butterflies among flowers, her hair neatly swept into a simple round chignon accented by a striking gold hairpin set with a large southern pearl.
She spoke these words the moment she entered, her enormous belly leading the way. Minglan couldn't help feeling exasperated; having such a sister was truly life-shortening. "This was a last-minute decision. I didn't bring anything! If you're displeased, I'll just send gifts in the future and never visit again."
"Don't be like that." Rulan had merely spoken without thinking, not actually being greedy for presents. She cheerfully invited Minglan to sit. "You've come at a good time. Those two annoying in-laws of mine have gone out—something happened at my husband's aunt's place."
Just then, Xiao Xique, now dressed as a married woman, entered carrying a tea tray. Hearing this, she couldn't resist commenting, "Oh, my dear mistress, must you always..." She glanced around and, seeing no outsiders, continued, "...speak so carelessly? What if you slip up at the wrong moment?"
Rulan had no defense against Xiao Xique and could only pout. "Fine, you're the most annoying one here."
Minglan smiled warmly at Xiao Xique. "How have you been? If you're feeling unwell, don't hide it. You can always tell Fifth Sister—after all, she begged and pleaded to have you and your husband come here."
Xiao Xique set down the tea tray, covering her mouth as she laughed. "Look at you, always teasing. Truth is, I couldn't bear to be apart from my lady and pleaded to come instead. Sixth Young Lady still loves her jokes. Today, the Old Madam and Second Mistress are both out, so why don't you chat longer with our mistress..." As she spoke, she efficiently directed the maids filing in to arrange the tea and pastries.
Once the two sisters were seated, Rulan glanced sideways at Minglan. She wore a blue-green gem-colored silk jacket lined with silver fox fur—a tribute from the imperial court, unavailable to commoners. Her attire was simple, with no jewelry except for a single gold filigree phoenix hairpin inlaid with emerald, from which hung a pearl the size of a thumb, swaying and shimmering by her temple.
Since Minglan's marriage, Rulan always felt a twinge of discomfort seeing her so splendid and dignified. But today... Rulan lowered her head to gently stroke her own belly, then glanced sideways at Rong Jie'er. Having such a large stepdaughter right at the doorstep was quite an eyesore.
With that thought, Minglan's glory and wealth no longer seemed so enticing. Rulan felt much better and, in a surge of kindness, grabbed a handful of candied fruits for Rong Jie'er and Xianjie, instructing the maids to take them out to play.
"What's it like to become a mother without giving birth yourself?" Rulan whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Such a foul mouth! Minglan clenched her handkerchief in frustration. She shot back a cool, sharp retort: "If Fifth Sister has the ability, why not be a mother only to your own children for life?"
Rulan was left speechless. That was a promise she dared not make. Though blunt, she wasn't naive. Her ideal life prospect so far was to enjoy marital harmony with her husband for twenty-some years until their children grew up. By then, she'd be busy arranging marriages for her sons and daughters, even playing with grandchildren. It wouldn't hurt to have a couple of honest, simple-minded maids in the chamber to help with services.Minglan watched with amusement as Rulan's face flushed with alternating shades of green and red, a vivid display of shifting colors. Even in their childhood, she had never suffered verbal defeats from Rulan, let alone now. After their sparring, she felt obliged to offer some courteous inquiries—after all, the woman was pregnant and shouldn't be bullied too harshly. Minglan straightened her posture and smiled kindly. "Fifth Sister, how have you been feeling lately? Is there anything I can assist you with?"
Rulan adjusted the gold hairpin at her temple and shot Minglan another glare before replying, "The physician and several matrons all say my pregnancy is progressing well, nothing to worry about. I’ve just been eating and sleeping a lot—five meals a day, dozing off as soon as I open my eyes, and still feeling drowsy even with them closed, as if I’d taken some sleeping draught. But lately, it’s been much better. Also..."
Minglan listened with a cheerful expression, though for some reason, her heart suddenly stirred.
By the time they left the Wen residence, it was already a quarter past three in the afternoon. The carriage slowly made its way back to the manor. Upon alighting, maids and matrons escorted the two children inside. No sooner had Minglan returned to her room than she saw Danju pacing anxiously. Spotting Minglan, Danju hurried over, her words tumbling out in disarray: "Madam, you’re finally back! The Grand Old Madam has sent for you three or four times already, but you were out. The Old Madam has come!"
"Who?" Minglan, weary from the day, was about to collapse onto the daybed.
"The Old Madam!"
...
It had been a busy day—perfect material for an elementary school essay.
The side hall of Xuānníng Hall was spacious, with two dignified elderly ladies seated at the center. One was the Grand Old Madam, the other the legitimate sister of Old Marquis Gu, who had later married into the prominent Yang family.
"Greetings, Aunt."
Minglan performed a graceful curtsy and bowed softly. Since she was already late, she had taken her time to freshen up and change into new clothes before coming.
Old Madam Yang had a round, plump face that should have radiated kindness, but now it wore a strained smile. "My dear niece-in-law must be terribly busy. I’m about to leave, and only now do you return. What a rare opportunity to see you."
Minglan glanced at Madam Shao and Madam Zhu seated nearby and replied respectfully, "Aunt, today I went to General Zheng’s residence to express gratitude for his recommendation of a tutor. I informed the Grand Old Madam, my sister-in-law, and sister two days prior. I truly had no idea you would be visiting today, or I would never have dared to leave the manor."
Old Madam Yang chuckled and turned to the Grand Old Madam. "This daughter-in-law of yours has quite a sharp tongue. I merely said one thing, and she retorts with eight or ten. I dare not cross words with her."
Minglan smiled without responding. To argue would be seen as sophistry; to stay silent would imply admission of guilt—either way, she would be at fault. This aunt hadn’t even attended her wedding banquet, so there was likely little affection between them. Thus, Minglan resolved to speak only what was necessary, answer only what required answering, and fulfill basic etiquette without dwelling on the rest.
The atmosphere in the hall grew tense.
Old Madam Yang scrutinized Minglan critically; Minglan stared at her own toes, silently counting and planning to take a seat once she reached one hundred; the Grand Old Madam leisurely sipped her tea, showing no intention of mediating; Madam Zhu naturally remained silent. It was Madam Shao who seemed unable to bear it. After glancing at the Grand Old Madam and then at Minglan, she slowly rose.
"You must be tired, sister. Come, sit here." She pulled Minglan to sit beside her and said with a smile, "We have joyful news today—our seventh sister’s marriage has been settled."Minglan leaned comfortably against the chair back, wearing an expression of feigned delight as she said, "Oh, really? Then I must offer my congratulations to the Grand Old Madam. Which family is so fortunate as to gain our Seventh Sister?"
Madam Shao smiled in reply, "It's the family of Consort Han, who married the Grand Princess Qingchang—specifically, the princess's third son."
"The Han family. Is the consort the second legitimate son of the Old Marquis of Zhennan?"
Minglan remembered this clearly because the Marquis of Zhennan's household had a notorious wastrel whose reputation rivaled Gu Tingye's. However, since Gu Tingye had reformed and turned over a new leaf, that Han scion had become unrivaled in the circles of profligates. During casual conversations between husband and wife, Gu Tingye often cited this man as an example, jokingly boasting about his own redemption.
The Grand Old Madam set down her teacup, her face beaming with restrained joy as she spoke, "We must thank her aunt for this, helping to make the connection. Although Seventh Girl was unlucky, losing her father before she could marry, she still has an aunt who cares for her. That’s no small blessing."
Aunt Yang turned with a smile, her golden-brown brocade gown shimmering, "Seventh Girl is indeed blessed. This third son of the Han family, though young, is already a stipendiary scholar. His marriage was delayed because he accompanied Consort Han away from the capital. Now that he’s returned, matchmakers are practically breaking down the door. I merely mentioned it in passing—Seventh Girl’s reputation for talent is well-known, and everyone, young and old, liked her at once. That’s why they begged me to propose the match."
"This is truly an excellent match," Minglan cooperatively expressed her joy.
"It’s all thanks to her aunt’s thoughtfulness. I don’t know how to repay you," the Grand Old Madam said affectionately, reaching out to grasp Aunt Yang’s hand. Aunt Yang smiled triumphantly, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes nearly blooming into flowers. "Fortunately, the Han young master has loved literature since childhood, and Seventh Girl is also well-read. It just so happened that Consort Han returned to the capital—isn’t this a match made in heaven?"
For a moment, everyone in the hall offered congratulations and thanks, with the Grand Old Madam especially sincere in her laughter.
Minglan knew why she was so pleased. This marriage was indeed a good one.
Due to the death of Jing An Huanghou, the palace was thrown into chaos, and legal persecutions arose everywhere. Most of the princesses under Emperor Wu’s line were implicated—either hastily married off or dying in depression, with few meeting a good end. Grand Princess Qingning was a fortunate exception, and Grand Princess Qingchang was the next luckiest.
Her birth mother had passed away before Jing An Huanghou, allowing her to avoid the subsequent bloody conflicts and grow up peacefully. Later, her elder brother, the Late Emperor, arranged for her to marry a suitable consort.
Princess Qingchang had good relations within the court and the imperial clan, and she could speak persuasively before the Late Emperor. More importantly, although her husband could not inherit the Marquis of Zhennan’s title, Consort Han was diligent and efficient, highly valued by the Late Emperor. Over the years, the consort’s residence had flourished, surpassing the gradually declining Marquis of Zhennan’s household.
With a prestigious and prosperous family background, parents who held power and influence, and the young man’s own scholarly ambitions, there would be no need to fear the stepbrother Gu Tingye in the future. Yes, this marriage was quite satisfactory—no wonder the two old ladies were as delighted as flowers in bloom.
With Madam Zhu and Madam Shao chiming in to amuse them, the Grand Old Madam and Aunt Yang grew increasingly cheerful. Suddenly, catching sight of Minglan’s distracted expression and apparent lack of enthusiasm, Aunt Yang felt displeased and abruptly called out, "Second Nephew’s Wife?"Minglan was caught off guard by being addressed and quickly looked up, only to see Old Madam Yang curling her lips in a cold smile. "As they say, marriage and childbearing are the great principles of human relations. For someone like you, marrying into our Gu family is already a great blessing. Yet it's been almost a year since you entered the household, and there's still no sign of a child?"
Minglan inwardly cursed: Damn you! Your own elder sister sitting beside you didn't bear children for seven or eight years after marrying into the Gu family. Where was your 'great principles of human relations' then!
Seeing Minglan remain silent, Old Madam Yang grew even more enthusiastic and declared loudly: "It's truly pitiful that currently in the Gu family's main branch, there's only Xian-ge'er as the sole boy among the grandchildren. Such sparse offspring is truly heartbreaking. How about this - I'll send you two fertile maidservants later, let Ye-ge'er take them as concubines to help share your burden. What do you say?"
Minglan felt as if her heart were burning with anger, her lips curling in repeated cold smiles. Though she had plenty of excuses to refuse, she had no intention of arguing logically. Dealing with such absurd people didn't require reason - acting unreasonable worked best, and she could even drag Da Qin Shi into the matter.
Just as she was about to speak, a loud announcement suddenly came from the doorway. "The Marquis has arrived!"
The smile on Grand Old Madam's face instantly froze, while Old Madam Yang's expression of delight, like someone toying with prey, was abruptly cut off. Madam Shao and Madam Zhu exchanged glances and immediately moved behind the left and right screens according to avoidance customs. Minglan slowly stood up, remaining in the center.
After the sound of steady footsteps, Gu Tingye strode in with tiger-like steps. His expression was solemn and imposing - he hadn't even changed out of his vermilion python robe before entering the inner hall. Standing firmly in the center of the room, his deep, ink-black eyes showed no discernible emotion as they swept over the two elders' faces, making both Grand Old Madam and Old Madam Yang involuntarily shudder inwardly.
He made a crisp bow with clasped hands, offered simple greetings and salutations, then sat down in an armchair nearby.
"Ye-ge'er, it's been so long since we last met. Just now..." Old Madam Yang forced a smile, but before she could finish, Gu Tingye cut in bluntly: "Just now at the doorway, I already heard Aunt's words."
Old Madam Yang was taken aback, her well-maintained elderly face breaking into an awkward smile. Gu Tingye continued on his own: "Tingye thanks Aunt for your concern. However..." He smiled, the curve of his lips somewhat cold and sharp, "When giving gifts, they should suit the recipient's wishes. Does Aunt know what Tingye actually wants?"
Struck by this question, Old Madam Yang truly didn't know Gu Tingye's intentions and continued staring blankly.
Gu Tingye looked at the two elders, his tone growing even colder: "A legitimate son. What Tingye wants now is a legitimate son. I wonder if Aunt can help with this matter?"
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly turned icy. Old Madam Yang's face tightened, her chest heaving violently - clearly furious. Grand Old Madam also looked extremely displeased, her pale, slender fingers clutching her handkerchief tightly.
Now the situation had reversed. Gu Tingye looked coldly at the two old women, mockery in his eyes, and said directly: "Aunt was born into a ducal family and married into a ducal family. Surely you wouldn't fail to understand what difference it makes - and how great that difference is - between legitimate and illegitimate children in households like ours."
Of course there's a difference. Minglan stood to the side with lowered head, inwardly laughing hysterically while struggling to contain herself.The inheritance of noble titles, though passed down through generations, must be reported to the Imperial Clan Court for the emperor's approval. The most common point of contention is the principle: "If there is no legitimate son to inherit, discretion may allow either adoption from the clan or revocation of the title." This means that if a legitimate son exists, succession proceeds smoothly without dispute. But without one, attempting to have a bastard son inherit requires the emperor or the Imperial Clan Court to show favor.
In other words, if Gu Tingye had no legitimate son, his legitimate brother Gu Tingwei or Tingwei's legitimate son Xian'er would have grounds to claim the title. While Gu Tingye was powerful, he could easily thwart such maneuvers. But if he were gone, leaving vulnerable orphans and a widow surrounded by schemers, trouble would arise.
"Aunt, are you truly unaware, or is this intentional?!"
Gu Tingye fixed a cold, piercing gaze on Aunt Yang, each word striking like a nail driven into brick, pressing relentlessly.
"What do you mean?!"Aunt Yang could bear it no longer, springing to her feet with a sharp question."
Gu Tingye replied calmly, "You know perfectly well."
From a malicious perspective, if Gu Tingye became infatuated with beautiful concubines and neglected his wife, sending those maids would not only fail to resolve the issue of heirs but could actually hinder the birth of a legitimate son.
A decade ago, the Fu'an Marquis estate saw brothers feud over inheritance for three years; eighteen years prior, the Changxing Count's title was revoked; even two years ago, the Jinxiang Marquis's demotion began—all stirred up by the conflict between "legitimate and illegitimate."
Aunt Yang trembled with rage, her face purpling, unable to utter a word.
Seeing this, the Grand Old Madam feared she might collapse, jeopardizing her daughter's marriage prospects, and hurriedly rose to support her, smoothing things over with a laugh: "Alright, alright, it's just a misunderstanding. We're all family—mishearings happen."
"I've been married less than a year, and Aunt acts this way. I can't help but wonder," Gu Tingye turned his sniper-like precision toward the Grand Old Madam, smiling faintly. "If you don't want others to misunderstand, avoid doing things that invite misunderstanding."
His tone was low, almost a warning.
The Grand Old Madam felt a chill but chuckled, "Tsk, tsk, really. You aunt and nephew—what can I say? Truly of the same blood, both so blunt. You speak so directly, not caring if it angers others. Enough now, today's a happy occasion. For my sake, let it go and move on!"
After more placating, Aunt Yang refused to stay longer. After a few stiff words, she rose abruptly to leave. The Grand Old Madam escorted her out, while Gu Tingye merely saw them off perfunctorily at the courtyard before taking Minglan back to Clear Garden.
Once inside, Gu Tingye's anger flared. He irritably loosened his collar and, seeing Minglan still looking unconcerned, scolded, "You careless fool! Do you have any idea how troublesome my aunt is? The moment I heard she'd come, I rushed over."
Minglan gently helped him remove his outer robe, smiling cheerfully. "Don't worry, I have a plan."
Gu Tingye snorted coldly, "What plan? They're just waiting to label you as jealous.""Don't be like that, why confront them head-on?" Minglan blinked mischievously. "I'll just say, 'Aunt's kindness is deeply appreciated. Family should help family - not only will I assist Seventh Sister, but also my cousins and nieces from Aunt's household, I'll certainly help them properly.' Hehe, let's see how they respond!"
Gu Tingye fell silent, gazing at her for a long moment. "Do you... think this will work?"
"Even if it doesn't matter." Minglan spread her hands indifferently. "If they really send someone over, as long as you're willing, I'll just have them accompany Miss Fengxian in Lingding Pavilion. What trouble could there be?"
This time Gu Tingye nodded. "Well, that's acceptable. It's impolite not to reciprocate - if she sends me maids, I'll find some women from outside for her son in return."
Seeing his anger had subsided, Minglan smiled cheerfully while helping him change into casual clothes. "With you backing me up, I'm not afraid of any aunts."
Gu Tingye chuckled, then sighed. He looked at Minglan, pulled the petite figure close, holding her against his chest for a moment before seating her on the couch. Looking directly into her eyes, he said seriously, "Don't worry. Having children depends on fate. Just focus on recuperating properly."
Minglan didn't respond immediately, seeming somewhat troubled. Hesitantly, she said, "Actually..."
"Don't worry, I'm here. The old master protected that one for nearly ten years - I can protect you for a lifetime!" Gu Tingye interrupted.
"That's not it. Actually..." Minglan mumbled.
"Don't talk nonsense about taking concubines. I don't want to hear it."
"Let me speak! I might..."
"Don't be suspicious. You're perfectly healthy, definitely capable of bearing many children."
"Let me speak!" Frustrated by the interruptions, Minglan reached out to cover his mouth and declared loudly, "I might be pregnant!"
Then, an eerie silence fell over the room.
The man narrowed his long eyes, his expression blank. He woodenly looked Minglan up and down, then down and up, repeating this three times before any emotion appeared on his face - first a strange bewilderment, then gradually transforming into ecstatic joy.
As his mind gradually regained function, he knelt on one knee before Minglan, encircling her with his arms, his voice trembling slightly. "Say it again, my darling, say it again."
Minglan fiddled with her fingers sheepishly. "It should be correct. Should we have another imperial physician examine me? Though Physician Zhang Shiji seems to serve in the imperial hospital... I've already visited the Zhang family's clinic..."
"My darling!" Gu Tingye let out a low roar from his throat, indescribable joy completely overwhelming him. He scooped Minglan up, holding her firmly in his arms, and began spinning around in place.
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