From outside came the sound of the driver cracking his whip and shouting, followed by the rumbling of wheels setting into motion. In the dimly lit carriage, the brocade curtains fluttered, allowing a few scattered beams of outside light to filter in, brightening the interior slightly. The person seated within was none other than Gu Tingye.
The carriage was unusually quiet. He leaned forward slightly and spoke slowly, "Aunt, it has been many days since we last met."
Aunt Yang, the Old Madam, could never have dreamed he would appear here. Stunned, she sat rigidly in place, frozen for a moment before shrilly demanding, "What are you doing here!"
Instead of answering directly, Gu Tingye leisurely changed the subject. "When the Marquis of Xuanmen married off his daughter, it was considered a grand spectacle in the capital. When Princess Pingning left her family to marry, the Marquis of Xiangyang provided an even more lavish dowry. It’s no wonder the Grand Old Madam felt envious."
Aunt Yang’s eyelids twitched violently as she stared at Gu Tingye—she had left the Grand Old Madam’s residence less than half a cup of tea’s time ago! In a low voice, she said, "Such well-informed sources. Times have indeed changed."
Gu Tingye seemed utterly unperturbed and smiled faintly. "About a dozen years ago, the Marquis of Xuanmen was ordered to guard Yantongzhou in the northwest. Unexpectedly, he was ambushed by a heavy force of the Western Rong. At the time, the city had only a few thousand battered soldiers, and reinforcements were delayed. Just as the city was about to fall, and the Marquis and his three sons were on the verge of sacrificing themselves, the prominent Rui family from a neighboring city received the news. The retired old Commander Rui, known for his integrity, immediately dispatched his clansmen, retainers, and household troops to rescue them. They held out until reinforcements arrived and lifted the siege. The Marquis of Xuanmen and his family were saved, but tragically, Old Minister Rui lost all his sons and grandsons, leaving only one young son born of a concubine."
After saying this, he fell silent, fixing his gaze on Aunt Yang, a faint mockery in his eyes. Anger surged in Aunt Yang’s chest, but she could not vent her temper. How could she not know of these past events? It was precisely why she had spoken to the Grand Old Madam in such a tone earlier.
Gu Tingye seemed quite satisfied with her expression and continued slowly, "Later, when the Marquis of Xuanmen returned to the capital, he married his youngest legitimate daughter to the young master of the Rui family, giving half of his family’s wealth as her dowry. I wonder if the Han family, connected to the imperial consort, has shown such profound kindness and virtue to the Gu family?"
Aunt Yang’s face turned ashen, her teeth grinding softly, yet she remained silent, adopting an attitude of nonviolent resistance.
"As for Princess Pingning’s marriage..." Gu Tingye chuckled. "At that time, I was still young, but I recall that this match was brokered personally by the Old Matriarch of the Yang family. Aunt, you even brought your nephews to the wedding banquet. Surely you are aware of the connections involved?"
Aunt Yang continued her silent resistance, refusing to engage. Gradually, Gu Tingye’s smile faded, and his expression turned stern and cold. "Aunt, you’ve truly changed your temperament, remaining so calm and composed. It seems the Grand Old Madam must have exerted considerable 'effort'."
Aunt Yang, by nature fiery-tempered, could no longer restrain herself and exclaimed loudly, "Don’t try to provoke me! At my age, I’ll soon have great-grandchildren. I’m not afraid of your slanderous accusations. Just tell me, what do you want!"
"I want nothing, only a word from you, Aunt." Gu Tingye’s tone was indifferent, yet it pressed down on her like an invisible hand, exuding an implicit authority. Aunt Yang struggled to contain herself, taking several deep breaths before saying, "...You’re right. What she did was improper, and I’ve already spoken to her about it. If she doesn’t change her ways, I will have no part in this marriage! Are you satisfied now?"
Her words came out in a rushed, furious torrent. A faint smile touched the corners of Gu Tingye’s lips.Aunt Yang, unable to contain her indignation, shot him a glance from the corners of her wrinkled eyes and continued, "Though this matter was wrong, it's understandable. With Can lacking support and having no capable elder brother to rely on, how could her mother not worry? She has lived her whole life with kindness and integrity, and in the end, she only made this one mistake. Is it necessary for you to be so relentless?"
Gu Tingye wore a look of disdain and snorted coldly, "The Gu family's ancestral fields, untouched for over a hundred years—she gave them away just like that. Such kindness and integrity might as well not exist!" Each word cut like a sharp blade.
Aunt Yang refused to back down, retorting in a mocking tone, "Indeed, I nearly forgot. It was all thanks to your mother that the Gu family's ancestral property was preserved. There's no need for you to remind us—everyone in the Gu family, young and old, remembers this kindness and dares not forget it!"
"And this is how the Gu family repays it?!" Gu Tingye's gaze was as cold as ice.
"Nonsense! Is your own unruly and rebellious nature the Gu family's fault? Running wild outside all day—didn't your father scold and teach you? You're like mud that can't be propped up, yet you blame others!"
Had these words been spoken years earlier, Gu Tingye would have been furious. But now, tempered by the hardships of the world, he was thick-skinned and unperturbed. He merely responded with icy sarcasm, "I never deny what I've done! But am I the only one in the Gu family like this? The old master is kept in the dark, but Aunt, aren't you aware of what happens outside?"
The aunt and nephew shared similar temperaments, trading sharp retorts without yielding an inch. Aunt Yang was left speechless by his last remark. In the bustling capital, there were endless forms of entertainment and vice. Noble youths often had their share of bad habits, though some might improve after marrying or learn to cover up their messes.
Gu Tingbing was greedy for wealth and coveted prominence, while Gu Tingyang was lustful, never shying away from affairs with young married women or prostitutes. Both had caused trouble outside, even involving manslaughter cases, all of which were smoothed over and concealed by the Grand Old Madam, earning the gratitude of the fourth and fifth branches. Yet when it came to Gu Tingye...
"Did marrying into a salt merchant's family embarrass you in the Yang family, Aunt?" Gu Tingye relaxed his shoulders, leaning casually against the carriage wall, his tone half-mocking, half-amused.
Aunt Yang fell silent, memories flooding back abruptly.
At that time, she had given birth to two daughters in a row, watching the eldest illegitimate son grow day by day. Her mother-in-law was formidable, and her sisters-in-law were all troublesome. As the eldest daughter-in-law, she faced countless difficulties. To make matters worse, her elder brother had married such an unsuitable woman, leading to endless whispers and mockery from her husband's family, both overt and covert. Even if the food was slightly bland, someone would jest, "Eldest Sister-in-law is too frugal in managing the household. Why not ask your sister-in-law from your maternal family for some salt?" followed by uproarious laughter. Proud and unwilling to explain, she could only force a smile and endure.
She knew her elder brother was in a difficult position, that Eldest Sister-in-law Qin was pitiable, and that her parents had no other choice. So, all her pent-up resentment was directed at Baishi—and, naturally, extended to Gu Tingye.
Her throat tightened as she tried to speak, but no words came out. Raising her head, she noticed the dim light shifting, the sunlight filtering into the carriage no longer bright and clear but tinged with the dusky red of sunset. The person sitting opposite her, with his broad forehead and straight nose, bore a startling resemblance to the aged, dying face in her memory."Eldest nephew... Your father kept thinking of you before he passed away." She suddenly spoke, her eyes unusually dim, as if she had aged considerably in an instant, her voice low and hoarse. "Later, your father no longer recognized anyone, but kept sending people to find you and bring you back, afraid you'd suffer from exposure and hardship outside. What a pity..."
Though Gu Tingye had long known this, hearing it again still tightened his heart with a suffocating ache.
"Since we've come this far today, let's speak plainly. From the very beginning, I believed your mother wasn't worthy of being the matriarch of the Gu family. Later, with your own actions, I became increasingly convinced that you weren't fit to inherit the title either. Therefore, even when I knew certain things, I remained silent. But man proposes, God disposes, and now..." Old Madam Yang spoke with slow bluntness, her gaze tense and bleak. In truth, since her elder brother's death, she had been burdened with guilt and never set foot in the Ningyuan Marquis Household again.
At this thought, a surge of pride rose within her. Lifting her head with a cold laugh, she declared, "The Gu family never regrets its moves. I'm not like the Fourth or Fifth, one foolish and the other spineless! I didn't help you when you were down, and now that you've risen to prominence, I won't come seeking favors! I didn't even attend your wedding—you may as well consider me no aunt of yours. Even if the Yang family faces disaster someday, I'll never come to you!"
After speaking these resolute words, her old bones seemed to crumble. In a hoarse voice, she added, "But Tingcan... Your cousin Wei is too accustomed to comfort, and you share little sibling affection with her. Her maternal family, the Dongchang Marquis Household, has long been in decline. I... I can't stand by regarding her marriage prospects. At least help find her a suitable match, so I can face your father with a clear conscience."
"Once your sister's marriage is settled, I'll never set foot in the Gu household again. Rest assured, and tell your wife too—I won't come playing the aunt anymore." Old Madam Yang gritted her teeth through these words, then paused and said quietly, "...If the Han family marriage doesn't work out, we'll have to consider other families. Tingcan is immature—please help her if you can. After all, she is your blood sister."
Having watched Gu Tingye grow up, she knew his proud and fierce nature. Expecting him to return good for evil was pure fantasy; if he didn't retaliate in kind, that would be fortunate enough. There was no hope of gaining further advantage, let alone presuming on seniority to assert authority. She saw this clearly—times had long changed.
Her previous visit to propose marriage for Gu Tingcan, with all its difficulties and temper, had been merely habitual behavior. Seeing that well-matched, contented young couple had stirred her anger uncontrollably. After returning in defeat, she deeply regretted her lack of composure—why humiliate herself? Yet no matter how she prepared herself, the sight of this detestable nephew never failed to ignite her fury.
Gu Tingye listened quietly, only now smiling faintly: "There's no need for concern on that account, Aunt. The Han family marriage will certainly succeed."
"You... how do you know?" Old Madam Yang asked in surprise.
"After this commotion, if the Han family agrees to the marriage, both sides save face." Gu Tingye remarked lightly. "Seventh sister's age can't afford further deliberation, and Grand Old Madam's standards are too high—she'd never accept a lesser match."
He lifted the carriage curtain slightly, glancing at the sky outside. "Grand Old Madam surely knows what's best to do."
"Could it be..." Old Madam Yang's heart stirred, "this matter was your doing?"Gu Tingye cast her a light glance. Under that glance, Aunt Yang felt an inexplicable chill in her heart, her fingers trembling slightly. Then she heard him say, "Aunt, do you feel that Grand Old Madam has been wronged?"
Aunt Yang remained silent. It was indeed the truth—what grievance could there be?
"It would be best if we could clear the air today." Gu Tingye lowered the curtain and rested a hand lightly on the small table. "We are family, after all, with no deep-seated grudges. Though there have been some disagreements, they are not insurmountable. When Seventh Sister gets married, I hope you will come to share a drink with us."
Aunt Yang pondered his words carefully, understanding their underlying meaning, and nodded. "Now that you are the head of the family, I know what is appropriate."
She felt that the day's exhaustion and agitation could very well have shortened her life by ten years. She understood Gu Tingye's intentions perfectly. In truth, since her marriage, she was considered an outsider. He did not mind having one more relative, but he hoped to have one less meddlesome aunt. He had just inherited the title and had already confronted all the closest elders one by one; such news would not reflect well if it spread.
In any case, she had said all she needed to say. If she refrained from putting on airs as an elder in the future, Gu Tingye would not hold onto past grievances. The old matters were now behind them. Though she could not bring herself to bridge the emotional gap, it was just as well—fewer enemies were always better.
"The hour is late; I must take my leave now," Gu Tingye said, cupping his hands in farewell.
As the carriage came to a halt and he lifted the curtain, he saw two tearful maids and a timid woman standing outside—the same one who had helped Aunt Yang into the carriage earlier—along with a fearful coachman. Behind them followed a team of valiant and agile mounted guards.
"Madam, we... we..." the coachman and the woman hurriedly tried to explain.
Aunt Yang waved her hand impatiently. "We'll talk about it when we return."
By then, the sky had darkened, and the alley was quiet and nearly empty. The lead guard dismounted and led over a magnificent, sturdy horse, respectfully offering the reins to Gu Tingye. At that moment, Aunt Yang suddenly spoke up, "Wait."
Gu Tingye was slightly surprised. He turned to look at her and took a few steps closer. She said urgently, "I know you do not think highly of her. She did harbor improper intentions toward you and went too far in her actions. But over these decades, she has managed the entire household, and if not for merit, she has at least worked hard. For the sake of your father, could you... could you show some leniency?"
Gu Tingye chuckled wryly. "Please rest assured on that account, Aunt. If she stops here and refrains from causing further trouble, I will not endlessly quarrel with a woman. But if she remains unwilling to let go, then..." He laughed twice, though there was no mirth in it.
Aunt Yang slumped in resignation. Having been a daughter-in-law who endured for years before becoming a mother-in-law herself, she was well-versed in the intricacies of the inner household. Xiao Qin Shi was a clever woman—kind and gentle to irrelevant relatives, but relentless to those who stood in her way. After all, they had shared years of sisterly affection as in-laws, and she had, in a way, spoken up for her.
She said softly, "It is best that you think this way.""Aunt, set your heart at ease. Those petty grievances over trifles aren't worth my attention!" Gu Tingye sneered as he walked away, seeing the worried expression on Old Madam's face. He mounted his horse with practiced ease. "A true man shouldn't rely solely on ancestral merits! Making achievements through one's own ability is the real path! Ultimately, if Third Brother achieves great success, her position in the Gu family will be as solid as a rock!"
Before his words faded, the sound of whips cracking and hooves clattering on the bluestone pavement echoed like a swift wind passing by. The group of sturdy riders soon disappeared into the depths of the alley. Old Madam watched them leave, sitting alone in the carriage with tumultuous thoughts swirling in her heart.
...
On the exquisite small round table edged with carved crabapple blossoms, two sets of bowls, chopsticks, and dishes had already been arranged. Minglan leaned against the daybed in the inner room, engrossed in reading a comedic play titled "Jin Yunu Beats the Heartless Man." Danju entered from outside and softly reported: "Madam, shall we serve the meal?" Minglan waved one hand without looking up: "No, the Marquis hasn't returned yet."
Danju persuaded: "Who knows when the Marquis will return to the residence? Madam, you're with child now - perhaps you should eat something first?"
Still holding the book scroll without raising her head, Minglan teased: "My good girl, your mistress has already eaten five meals today. Even pigs need to catch their breath between feedings."
Xiaotao, who was holding a purple copper tong with a brocade-covered handle in one hand and lifting a stove net adorned with frozen pomegranate flowers with the other to tend the charcoal fire, burst out laughing at this remark. Danju shot her a glare, stepped forward to take a small white jade hand warmer from Minglan, and went to Xiaotao's side to add fresh charcoal. Just as she picked up two small pieces of silver-thread charcoal with the tongs, the door curtain lifted gently as Cui Mama entered carrying a small tea tray.
Cui Mama approached Minglan and said: "It's fine to wait for the Marquis, but have this first. It won't fill your stomach and won't interfere with dinner later." On the small tea tray was a steaming warm pot. When the lid was removed, a rich aroma of milk and fruit wafted out, extremely enticing. This egg custard was made by mixing fresh cow and goat milk with a bit of egg yolk juice, adding some apple puree, and garnishing with crushed amber longan grains before steaming until thoroughly cooked.
"This milk was freshly delivered from the estate today - it arrived just two hours after milking, still very fresh. Have it while it's hot." Without waiting for consent, Cui Mama took the book scroll from Minglan's hands and pressed a spoon into her palm, the wrinkles on her face still carrying the chill from outside. The egg custard was delicious, and with Cui Mama standing beside her like an iron guardian watching intently, Minglan had no choice but to eat it despite having no appetite.
Seeing her eat with relish, a smile appeared on Cui Mama's usually expressionless face. She couldn't help chattering: "Eat more while you can still keep food down, Madam. When Old Madam was with child back then, she would vomit at the sight of anything..." She suddenly stopped herself. Old Mrs. Sheng's child who died young was a painful taboo that no one dared mention.
Originally skilled in service and health maintenance - having managed to raise Minglan from a kitten-like state to become plump and fair-skinned - she certainly had her methods. The milk custard was only about a palm's worth, and Minglan finished it quickly.Cui Mama glanced at the two maids and said, "There's some extra left. I saved it for you—it's warming on the stove. Go fetch it to eat." Xiaotao, whose stomach had been growling with hunger, happily took the empty cup and went out.
Danju, being perceptive, understood that Cui Mama wished to speak privately with Minglan. She tucked the white jade hand warmer back into Minglan's hands, then lowered the thick cotton door curtain and closed one of the doors before retreating to the outer room to keep watch. Xiaotao, who had already reached the doorway, felt a bit embarrassed upon seeing this. She leaned close to Danju's ear and whispered, "Dear sister, I'll bring a portion for you to eat."
"You little wretch, at least you have a conscience," Danju chuckled, poking Xiaotao's forehead with her finger.
Inside the room—"Madam..." Cui Mama, who was not skilled with words, faltered after these two syllables.
Minglan, detecting something unusual in her tone, smiled and waited for her to continue. "Mama, please speak."
Cui Mama took a deep breath and said, "Madam, I heard that Third Madam has assigned another maid to serve Third Master."
Minglan was slightly surprised. "I remember when my sister-in-law first became pregnant, she already assigned a maid for that purpose." Besides, Gu Tingwei already had bedroom servants and concubines—it wasn’t as if he had no women to sleep with while his wife was pregnant.
Cui Mama’s expression showed a hint of disdain, but she replied, "It’s that same maid. They say she’s unwell and can no longer serve properly, so Third Madam sent a new one over."
"Unwell?" Minglan wondered. Had Third Madam, out of jealousy, resorted to foul play?
Cui Mama clicked her tongue helplessly and lowered her voice. "I heard she’s with child."
Minglan was taken aback for a moment before murmuring, "Oh." Both fell silent, the room growing still. After a long pause, Minglan said softly, "I understand what you mean, Mama."
Cui Mama was deeply conflicted. How could she bear to see the child she raised suffer? Yet there was no alternative. She sat beside Minglan, holding her hand, and spoke with difficulty, "Madam, given your current condition, wouldn’t it be better to have someone reliable and honest serve the Marquis now, rather than risk an unknown woman coming along later?"
Minglan smiled wryly to herself. She had known this day would come.
Seeing Minglan remain silent, Cui Mama assumed she was struggling with the idea. "Madam, I know this is hard for you, but there’s no other way." Recalling how Old Madam had repeatedly clashed with the Old Master over taking concubines, ultimately leading to marital discord, she worriedly added, "From what I’ve observed over the years, these maids are all good ones. Xiaotao is honest, Danju is loyal, and although Lüzhi has a sharp tongue, she’s genuine. Why not—"
Minglan slowly shook her head and sighed. "Mama, you’ve been with the Sheng family for a long time. Do you still remember Concubine Xiang, Sixth Younger Brother’s birth mother?"
Caught off guard by Minglan’s sudden mention of this, Cui Mama was momentarily confused. Minglan elaborated, "Concubine Xiang was originally the Madame’s personal maid, raised alongside her since childhood. I heard they were once as close as sisters. But later... after Concubine Xiang was assigned to serve, the Madame began to distrust her, and they grew distant. Years later, after Concubine Xiang gave birth to Sixth Younger Brother, whatever affection remained between them had long vanished.""Who says it isn't so." Cui Mama sighed, "It's also because Concubine Xiang can endure. No matter how unfairly she's treated in food, clothing, or daily necessities, she never complains half a word. In front of others, she only speaks well of the mistress, and even the sixth young master doesn't dare put on any airs of being a master. That's why the mistress has tolerated them, mother and son."
Minglan nodded. Concubine Xiang could be called a model among concubines—cautious and knowing her place, not daring to entertain any improper thoughts. In the Sheng household, even the stewardesses or favored mamas were more dignified than her. Minglan countered, "But can this be said to show the mistress is narrow-minded? Once a woman has her own flesh and blood, that's hard to say..."
Cui Mama was stumped by this, for the words held truth. If she had given birth to a daughter, it would be fine—a secondary daughter couldn't make waves, and the concubine might remain content. But if it were a son... who wouldn't want their son to have prospects and receive a larger share of the family property?
Harmony between wife and concubines, and goodwill among half-brothers, after all, were rare.
Minglan spoke slowly, "When they're useful, we make them concubines; when they're not, we guard against and resent them. If they had such intentions themselves, that would be one thing, but otherwise... using them like objects is something I cannot do. Perhaps I lack the capacity for tolerance, as I truly cannot treat concubines like sisters." Ancient education was merely a superficial layer for Yao Yiyi.
"What kind of talk is that, Madam? How many in this world can treat concubines as sisters? But then... what should be done?" Cui Mama, clumsy with words, had run out of things to say.
"There's always a way." Minglan smiled, unwilling to say more. In this era, it was far too easy for men to seek illicit pleasures; resisting the seductions of all those charming women required tremendous willpower instead. She wouldn't go out of her way to invite such disgust—letting things take their natural course was best.
Just then, Danju announced loudly from outside, "The Marquis has returned."
Minglan slightly roused herself to see Gu Tingye striding in from outside. Cui Mama quickly snapped to attention, rising respectfully to greet him before withdrawing. Minglan thought to stand and help him remove his outer robe, but he swept her up into his arms instead, and the two half-reclined against the headrest of the daybed.
Gu Tingye caught the fruity, milky fragrance wafting from Minglan and nuzzled her face and neck indiscriminately: "What's this scent?" Minglan giggled as his stubble tickled her: "I just had some pastries. If you like it, why not have a taste?" Gu Tingye shook his head; in truth, he didn't care for sweets, but Minglan's body was as soft and fragrant as a milk pudding, utterly delightful to smell.
"Did you clear things up with your aunt?" Minglan tried to steady the head busily kissing her neck.
Gu Tingye grunted ambiguously. Not understanding him, Minglan asked again, "You didn't encourage anyone to take your Yang cousins to visit brothels, did you?" Gu Tingye laid a large hand on her lower abdomen and said reluctantly, "Consider it accumulating virtue for this little rascal."
Minglan very much wanted to retort, 'If your son is a little rascal, then what does that make you?' But since the grand aunt wouldn't be causing trouble anymore, it was ultimately a good thing, so she simply smiled and held her tongue.
"However," Gu Tingye hesitated, "now that you're with child, if they shirk their responsibilities, how will you manage such a large household...? Perhaps we should postpone this."
Minglan thought for a moment, then said to him earnestly, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would exhaust myself and pour my heart and soul into such matters?"
If Zhuge Liang had lived to Qianlong's age, the empire might still bear the Liu surname—Sima Yi's constitution could never have outlasted him. Good health is essential for continuing the revolution, after all.
Gu Tingye also considered seriously: "Absolutely not."
The answer came too promptly, leaving someone slightly displeased.
Minglan wasn't actually very worried. Now that she was pregnant, managing the Marquis' household well would be exceeding expectations; not managing well would be understandable. If there were any complaints, she could simply go outside and lament how the Grand Old Madam had deliberately bullied her—why hand over authority neither earlier nor later, but precisely when she became pregnant? What a perfect excuse.
Since there was an excess of fresh milk sent from the estate that wouldn't stay fresh for long, Granny Ge made some cheese curds and custard puff pastries. Minglan ordered them distributed for tasting in various quarters, and Kouxiang Court received a share as well."Mmm, these milk rolls are so fragrant and still warm, probably just off the stove. Sister, do try one." Qiu Niang took a bite, savoring the rich aroma that lingered in her mouth, and praised, "Such a strong, delightful flavor—I wonder how much fresh milk went into them."
Gong Hongxiao gently stroked the embroidered cluster of winter plum blossoms with green centers and apricot-yellow petals on her sleeve. "These are for Rong Jie'er, aren't they? We wouldn't have such luck. If the Madam found out, she might think we sisters are always scheming to take advantage of the young lady."
Qiu Niang paused, the pastry in her hand, looking somewhat embarrassed. A maid behind her, who was tidying the food box, couldn't help but interject, "Concubine, don't frighten her like that. When I took the items from the old woman earlier, she made it perfectly clear—the smaller food box is for the young lady, and this one is for the two of you." Having said that, she stomped off in a huff, roughly swishing the door curtain aside as she left.
"Little Lotus is right. The Madam wouldn't hold such things against us," Qiu Niang said, watching her depart as if relieved.
Hongxiao glanced at her, smiled, and stood up to close the door. Turning back, she said, "Dear sister, I was mistaken earlier. In the past, I used to worry that the Madam might be difficult to get along with. You, at least, have some affection from the Marquis to rely on, while I was all alone, unsure how I might be trampled upon. But these past few days have shown that the Madam has treated us quite generously!"
Qiu Niang stared blankly at the candle flame and sighed, "Yes. The Madam has a very kind heart."
A flicker passed through Hongxiao's eyes as she sat down beside Qiu Niang and said intimately, "I've realized that the Madam is generous and good-natured. Even if we occasionally slip up or make a mistake, she never holds it against us."
Qiu Niang's fair cheeks flushed pink, knowing exactly what Hongxiao was referring to, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Now that the Madam is with child, you should help share her burdens."
Qiu Niang was taken aback. "How can I share her burdens?"
"You silly thing, it's the Marquis, of course," Hongxiao laughed, the pearl hairpins at her temples trembling. "Sister, think carefully. The Marquis is particular and isn't accustomed to being served by just anyone. But in her condition, the Madam shouldn't be overworked."
Having survived in the inner household for so long, even the most honest and simple-minded maid would have some innate cunning. As dull as Qiu Niang was, she could tell that Hongxiao had ulterior motives. Yet sometimes, the most straightforward schemes were also the most effective.
The thought of Gu Tingye lacking a warm, attentive person to care for him made Qiu Niang uneasy, and long-dormant ideas resurfaced. Rather than letting some ambitious, cunning maid seize the opportunity, it might as well be her. Surely the Madam would understand.
Hongxiao watched her expression coldly, knowing that her mind was already stirring. Without another word, she leisurely returned to her own room.
Qiu Niang, her thoughts in turmoil, went back to her room and sat before the ornate mirror, gazing at her still-lovely reflection. Her heart swelled with emotion. Just then, Little Lotus entered carrying a basin of hot water, followed by a young maid holding towels and undergarments.
"Little Lotus, you..." Qiu Niang bit her lip. "Tomorrow morning, come with me to pay respects to the Madam. Since you're close with a few of the sisters in the courtyard, help me inquire about some things..."
"Miss!" Little Lotus interrupted angrily. "Though my life isn't as precious as yours, I've served you loyally since I was ten. If you want to court disaster, go ahead on your own! Don't use me as your stepping stone!""You wretched girl, what nonsense are you spouting!" Qiu Niang, having been shouted at first, slapped her dressing table and retorted angrily.
Little Lotus forcefully set the brass basin down on the stand, turned around with her hands on her hips, and said, "Don't think just because the madam is kind-hearted, you can act like a fool blinded by greed! Look at what happened to Wu'er—she dared to flirt shamelessly in the study, and the steward had her beaten so severely her leg broke. She was sent to the estate to recuperate, and even if she recovers, she’ll likely end up lame. I heard yesterday that the matron on the estate is already arranging a marriage for her! Now that things have quieted down in the opposite room, are you starting to stir up trouble again?!"
Qiu Niang’s face turned pale then red, her fingers digging tightly into the fabric of her clothes. Humiliated and angry, she said, "I haven’t even said anything yet, and you’ve already poured out a whole basketful of words! Have you forgotten who the master is here?"
"Alright, alright!" Another young maid quickly stepped in to mediate. While closing the door, she came over and took Qiu Niang’s hand, speaking softly, "Dear lady, don’t take it to heart. You know Sister Lotus’s temperament—her mouth is her worst flaw. You’ve shared so many years of friendship, and she only means well for you!"
Qiu Niang’s anger subsided slightly. Though the young maid was small in age, she had a knack for comforting others. "The Marquis’s intention is already clear. By sending Rong Jie'er to you, he is bestowing a favor upon you! In the future, you’ll have someone to rely on, so you need only focus on caring for the young lady with all your heart. If the Marquis seeks you out, that’s one thing, but if you deliberately thrust yourself into his presence, not only will the Marquis find it distasteful and think you ungrateful, but even the household will mock you for your shamelessness."
After these words were spoken, Little Lotus also said in a low voice, "Miss, it’s all my fault. My mouth truly is a curse! I’m only afraid you’ll suffer because of that seductress across the way, being manipulated and used by her. Rong Jie'er trusts you and likes you. If we live peacefully and contentedly, what could be better? Last time, the madam also said that once Rong Jie'er turns ten, she will raise you to the position of Concubine. If suitable, she may even promote your father and brother to official duties."
With one maid using soft words and the other harsh, persuading her in every way, Qiu Niang, though still unwilling, shrank back in hesitation.
After attending to Qiu Niang and putting her to bed, the two maids left the room. Only after walking some distance did they speak.
"Whew, Sister Lotus, it’s a good thing you dared to speak up today, or else Miss Qiu would have been confused again," the young maid said, patting her chest.
Little Lotus sighed and said, "Ah, she’s actually a clever person with a good heart, but she just can’t let go of the Marquis, always hoping for a day when heaven will open its eyes. But she doesn’t consider that in a couple of years, she’ll be thirty—how can she compete for favor? Isn’t that just asking for humiliation? Even if the madam were to elevate a maid, with so many capable and trustworthy ones by her side, why would she choose Qiu Niang? I’ve been with her for so many years, and I can’t bear to see her make a fool of herself."
The young maid flattered, "Sister, you’re truly good. It’s Miss’s fortune to have you by her side to guide her. I heard from the sisters in the madam’s quarters that even the madam thinks highly of you. She even instructed your family to find you a good marriage."
Little Lotus blushed and spat, "You little rascal, talking nonsense! How old are we to be thinking about such things all day?" Then she sighed again, "No one is a fool. Your godmother told us to keep an eye on Miss Qiu for her own good."
The young maid nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, exactly."Little Lotus Root sneered coldly, "If Madam truly wishes to deal with Miss Qiu, it would be better to let her cause trouble and finish her off in one go. It's only because she's put in some hard work that Madam can't bear to do it. Speaking of which, the mistress of Xuanrui Hall is most skilled in this technique!"
Xuanrui Hall was located right at the center of the main hall in the Ningyuan Marquis Household.
At that moment, night had just fallen. Grand Old Madam was in a foul mood, waves of anger surging in her chest. Her well-maintained hand nearly crushed the teacup. She had been pressured by Old Madam Yang that afternoon and hadn't yet devised a countermeasure when this new trouble arose in the evening.
Beside her, Madam Zhu struggled to support her heavy belly, forcing a smile as she said, "Mother, please don't be angry. If you harm your health, it would be this daughter-in-law's fault. It's a good thing Third Master has many descendants. I've already assigned maids and servants to take care of Xiner. I believe she'll be fine."
Grand Old Madam slapped her palm heavily on the table and scolded Gu Tingwei kneeling below: "You worthless thing! Failed at studies, incapable at martial arts, all you know is meddling in these trivial affairs! How could you hurt such a virtuous wife like this?! How am I supposed to face her father!"
Gu Tingwei's knees ached from kneeling, but he didn't dare respond. Madam Zhu had to intercede: "Mother, please don't blame Third Master. Xiner is clever and well-behaved - I've grown fond of her too. When she bears a child, it will be another support for Xian-ge, won't it?"
"Well-behaved? Nonsense!" Grand Old Madam scolded. "That little vixen is deeply cunning! I clearly instructed the medicine woman, yet she dared to secretly pour out the medicine. Even if we want more descendants, we don't need offspring from such lowborn trash! Quick, send someone to tie up that wretch and send her to the manor to be given the medicine again. Don't let her dirty the Marquis household's grounds!"
"Mother!" Gu Tingwei showed reluctance. "Xiner is just a delicate woman. Such harsh treatment might not only harm the child but even her life..."
"Silence! How dare you defy me!" Grand Old Madam questioned sternly. Gu Tingye, being naturally filial, could only endure it.
Grand Old Madam turned and took Madam Zhu's hand, speaking kindly: "Good child, don't worry. With me here, no one would dare mistreat you!"
Madam Zhu felt both ashamed and moved: "Mother, is this really appropriate?"
"Don't concern yourself with this matter. I know what I'm doing," Grand Old Madam said decisively. "You're heavily pregnant - go rest immediately. I still need to teach this wretched boy a lesson!"
Madam Zhu acknowledged and leaned on her maid as she slowly exited.
Only after watching Madam Zhu leave and the heavy curtain at the door slowly fall back into place did Gu Tingwei whisper: "Mother, are you really going to deal with Xiner? Wasn't she the one you gifted to me?"
Grand Old Madam slowly picked up her teacup and took a sip: "Get up, you foolish boy! That stupid girl can't accomplish anything right but ruins everything. She dares to feign compliance while opposing my instructions. Today she presumes upon my favor to do such things - tomorrow she might dare to step over the mistress herself! She wouldn't be worth mourning even if she died."
Gu Tingwei's mind was somewhat muddled as he slowly rose from the floor: "But... Xiner she..."
"Don't mention her again!" Grand Old Madam said angrily, though her heart softened looking at her only son. She continued gently, "Don't you understand my苦心?" These are critical times when we must rely on the Chengping Earl's household. Your father-in-law has only this one daughter. You, you... Enough, let's talk about something else. You can't return to your previous position. I..."Gu Tingwei hung his head listlessly, but perked up at these words: "Mother, don't trouble yourself over this matter. Second Brother has already secured me a new position. There happens to be an opening in the Five-City Military Command these days."
The Grand Old Madam was momentarily taken aback. Gu Tingwei quickly added: "To be honest, the Military Command offers much richer opportunities than the Imperial Guards."
After a long pause, the Grand Old Madam slowly said: "Your second brother has always been capable."
"My second sister-in-law's elder sister's husband, the second young master of the loyal and diligent Earl Yuan's household, currently commands one of the city districts. I hear he's an exceedingly straightforward and generous brother. I'd quite like to make his acquaintance."
"Your second sister-in-law is capable too."
The Grand Old Madam relaxed her fingers from their tight grip on the armrests. Her well-maintained face could easily be mistaken for that of a woman in her forties, yet the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes couldn't be concealed - fine lines overlapping and intertwining like an intricate spiderweb.
She revealed a meaningful smile. "It seems the Marquis' household in her hands will surely be properly managed."
...
The night wind grew fierce, causing the window frames to rattle softly. The thick, exquisite paper covering bulged and fluttered like a restless moth beating its fragile wings, desperately struggling to break free from the darkness's constraints regardless of its delicate frame. Minglan sat before the warm incense heater, her half-damp hair cascading loosely, one hand propped on the small table as she tilted her head to listen to this strange and wonderful sound.
"Madam, the Marquis sent word that his discussion with Gongsun Xiansheng might run late, and asked you to retire first." Danju entered quietly, holding a dry, soft towel, gently massaging Minglan's hair.
Minglan nodded but remained silent. Danju asked curiously: "What is Madam thinking about?"
"Listening to the wind outside - it seems rain is coming."
Danju smiled: "Yes, these days, each rainfall makes it increasingly colder."
"Snakes, insects, rats, and ants will likely emerge from their holes."
Minglan gazed at the slightly distorted light around the warming stove, a faint smile playing on her lips. Some things won't refrain from coming just because you fear them, nor should you attempt to negotiate peace with them - perhaps they don't take prisoners.
Seven days later, the Grand Old Madam delivered the complete inventory of ancestral property and land deeds to Gu Tingye, inviting the Gu family elders to witness the accounting; half a month after that, the Princess' residence sent matchmakers to the Marquis' household for the preliminary engagement.
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