Amidst the booming firecrackers and snow-laden plum branches, the entire capital was immersed in festive joy. The New Year’s Eve dinner at the Ningyuan Marquis Household in the third year of Chongde carried an especially unique atmosphere. Facing the exquisite feast laid out on the table, the Grand Old Madam remarked with a tinge of melancholy, "Ah, our branch of the family is truly a bit sparse in numbers. Just look at your Fourth Uncle and Fifth Uncle’s households—their grandchildren alone could fill two or three tables."
Gu Tingcan turned her head away from the window, her slender, graceful neck resembling a white swan gliding on a lake. Her expression remained cold as she said, "Indeed. In previous years, it was so lively. Not like now—so quiet and desolate, hardly feels like the New Year."
Madam Shao looked downcast, lowering her head in silence, her gaze shifting toward Xianjie nearby. Madam Zhu, stroking her large belly, frowned slightly. Minglan pretended not to understand, adopting an innocent and bashful demeanor, occasionally covering her mouth with a handkerchief.
Equally oblivious was Gu Tingwei, who chuckled and said, "I’ve long suggested inviting the Qingxi Troupe to liven things up, but Mother wouldn’t allow it."
Madam Zhu anxiously glanced at Madam Shao, while the Grand Old Madam shot her son a stern look and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking? It hasn’t even been nine months since your elder brother passed away." Gu Tingwei smiled sheepishly, his face tinged with shame.
Gu Tingye remained expressionless as he slowly set down his chopsticks. "You’re right, it is rather quiet. If Father had started having children earlier, things might have been different."
The Grand Old Madam’s expression froze.
In an agrarian society, a large and thriving family was considered a blessing. During festivals like the New Year, a house filled with children and grandchildren symbolized prosperity. Among the older generation of the Gu family, the three brothers had all married early. The fourth and fifth branches already had grandchildren old enough to discuss marriage. In this regard, the eldest branch was comparatively lacking. Currently, the only adult male members were Gu Tingye and Gu Tingwei, with just one underage boy, Xiange, who was being attended to by his wet nurse and dining with his two elder sisters at a small round table nearby.
This situation stemmed from the Old Marquis’s severe negligence. For nearly a decade, he had been deeply devoted to a barren, saline-alkaline piece of land that yielded no harvests no matter how much fertilizer or water was applied. By the time Gu Tingyu was born, Gu Tingxuan and Gu Tingyang were already old enough to run errands. Two years later, Gu Tingye was born, and another five or six years passed before Gu Tingwei arrived. By the time Gu Tingwei was weaned, Gu Tingxuan was already making arrangements for his own marriage.
The eldest branch of this generation had fallen behind from the very start, and the root cause lay in that unproductive land—a classic case of occupying a position without yielding results. Unfortunately, that barren land was none other than the Grand Old Madam’s own elder sister, who now sat dignified at the head of the table.
Given the sparse numbers, separating the men and women for the meal would only accentuate the desolation. Thus, at the Grand Old Madam’s suggestion, the eldest branch of the Gu family disregarded convention and dined together for the New Year’s Eve dinner. Ordinarily, the three daughters-in-law should have stood by the table to serve their mother-in-law, offering her a few dishes as a gesture of respect. However, since Madam Zhu and Minglan were both pregnant, and Madam Shao was a pitiable widow, the formality was waived.
After Gu Tingye’s remark, the Grand Old Madam’s expression darkened. Everyone silently lowered their heads to eat, and the maids and elderly servants attending the table fell into a hushed silence. The New Year’s Eve dinner unexpectedly took on the atmosphere of a prison meal. Quite an interesting flavor, Minglan thought with amusement.
In truth, the Grand Old Madam’s expression had been unpleasant for quite some time.That day when the Grand Old Madam returned the Gu family assets, Minglan hadn't originally intended to join the commotion, but at Gu Tingye's insistence, she quietly sat behind the screen to observe. Before everyone present, the Grand Old Madam instructed Mama Xiang to display the land registry and other documents and account books one by one. Her expression was sorrowful, filled with endless grievances, yet she uttered no words of displeasure. Instead, she forced a smile and spoke softly to greet the various clan relatives. Recalling her compassion for the elderly and care for the young over the years, her frequent charitable acts, and her generous treatment of the clan, several elderly uncles and cousins also felt somewhat uneasy.
Minglan twisted her handkerchief anxiously. Truly, a master of acting doesn't need to wail or flare their nostrils to convey unshed tears. She felt immense sympathy for Gu Tingye at the forefront, who now appeared as the vicious, ruthless antagonist.
Despite the circumstances, the antagonist remained unaware and, as if determined to see it through, summoned two clerks who had accompanied him. Without any reservation, they began meticulously tallying the family assets in front of everyone. The expressions of the elderly clansmen grew increasingly grim, and even Minglan, watching from behind, felt deeply awkward. Amid this tense and uncomfortable atmosphere, Gu Tingye nonchalantly poured himself another cup of tea.
"Today, in front of our own family, let's lay everything out clearly. That way, we can live in harmony from now on."
The Grand Old Madam turned pale, looking as if she might collapse at any moment. Fortunately, the two clerks worked swiftly, finishing their verification before she could fall. After checking, cross-referencing, and questioning, Gu Tingye waved his hand, instructing the clerks to pose their questions on the spot.
"Weren't these three shops originally located on Yongming Street (a bustling commercial district in the capital)? Why have they been relocated to Xiangzi Alley (a remote area)?"
"These three hundred acres were originally paddy fields with springs and woodlands nearby. How did they become sandy fields?"
"Why were the shares in Ancheng Gold Shop and the estate in the southern suburbs sold off?"
...
The Grand Old Madam, unable to save face, initially wanted to flare up in anger. However, the two clerks remained respectful and polite, and Gu Tingye stood by indifferently. Knowing that she had to provide some explanation to avoid further scrutiny, she abandoned her pretense of fragility and grievance. She explained as follows: During that period, they had to spend a considerable amount of silver to pull strings and seek favors, which led to the sale of many family assets. Fearing that Gu Tingyu, being frail, might not handle the news well, she had kept it from him.
Gu Tingye smiled without speaking, while the clan relatives exchanged meaningful glances, their expressions peculiar.
Everyone knew, to varying degrees, that since Baishi married into the household, the Marquis Household's financial situation had been consistently stable. Moreover, after Old Marquis Gu suffered a setback and learned his lesson, he had always managed the family estate meticulously.
Now, with a single casual remark, the Grand Old Madam had wiped out seventy to eighty percent of the Marquis Household's long-standing savings and even lost some ancestral properties. In reality, no one had seen any tangible results from her efforts to pull strings for the household. In the end, it was Gu Tingye who saved the Ningyuan Marquis Household from the disaster of having their title revoked. If she had claimed it was to avoid a complete loss by transferring the assets, it would have sounded more plausible.
But where were they transferred to... Whether this was true or not, was there any better excuse? The clan members' gazes, subtle yet unmistakable, lingered within three feet of the Grand Old Madam.Gu Tingye smiled faintly and didn't press further. Instead, he directly addressed the assembled clansmen, declaring his intention to allocate one hundred acres of fertile land as sacrificial fields to serve as clan property for ancestral worship. The atmosphere in the room shifted once again. Clan property, by definition, was meant for shared use among clan members. The current sacrificial fields collectively yielded an annual income of about three to four hundred taels in cash and grain. Apart from maintaining the ancestral temple and graves, the proceeds from these fields provided subsidies for the elderly, young, poor, and widowed within the clan—truly a benefit for all.
The clansmen exchanged uncertain glances, their expressions shifting. It wasn't unusual for stepchildren and stepmothers to be at odds, and from the current situation, this stepmother might not be as pure as blank paper.
After returning to their quarters, Gu Tingye cautioned Minglan: "Do not take this person lightly." In context, this roughly meant: This old woman would never give up even if she reached the Yellow River. She rarely admits defeat, and even if she does, it's likely an act.
That very night, the Grand Old Madam took to her bed with dramatic moans, intending to hand over all household responsibilities to Minglan. To her surprise, Minglan groaned even more pitifully, pleading in a trembling voice, "Please consider your daughter-in-law's delicate condition—at least wait until after the first month." The Grand Old Madam sensed something amiss with Minglan but couldn't confront her directly, secretly gritting her teeth in frustration.
Minglan expressed her gratitude languidly—any tampering with the accounts had surely been done long ago, so there was no urgency to inspect them immediately. The first three months of pregnancy were most critical; she must avoid mental strain and exhaustion, letting all other matters take a back seat.
Thus, by the New Year's Eve banquet, Minglan appeared exceptionally plump, rosy, and radiant. Not only did she outshine the widowed Madam Shao and the nearly full-term Madam Zhu, but even the soon-to-be-wed Tingcan couldn't match her glowing complexion and delicate beauty. Trying to appear frail was simply impossible for her.
Gu Tingye glanced at his younger brother nearby and said, "I've already spoken with the Ministry of War's chief clerk. You can assume your post after the first month." Tingwei was overjoyed, having long grown weary of being cooped up at home: "Thank you, Second Brother!" Gu Tingye added, "Perform your duties well. The Five-City Police and Patrol Office isn't as leisurely as the garrison—there will be plenty of troublesome matters requiring your attention." Tingwei laughed, "Don't worry, Second Brother." Gu Tingye nodded slightly.
That night, after returning to their rooms, Danju brought over a small red sandalwood box covered with bright yellow brocade, placing it on the round table before withdrawing with the other servants. Minglan smiled at Gu Tingye and said, "These are today's imperial rewards. I've put the others away, but these few pieces are particularly exquisite and valuable. My Lord, please take a look and decide how they should be handled."
Gu Tingye lay on Minglan's Xiangfei couch, eyes slightly closed: "You decide." With the New Year celebrations and numerous court affairs, he had been extremely busy lately—these past few days he hadn't even managed to sit down properly for a few meals. Later, he still needed to attend the New Year's Eve vigil, so he was taking a brief rest first.
Minglan silently sympathized—where there was effort, there was also reward. Recently, she had gained a deeper understanding of what it meant to belong to the privileged class.
During festivals, the palace frequently bestowed rewards; even on ordinary days, there were imperial gifts to demonstrate favor—dazzling brocades, Hu silk, Japanese satin, Shu brocade, along with various exotic fabrics like mermaid pearl gauze, precious ling, soft mist silk, and cicada wing gauze... Not to mention complete sets and chests of gold, pearls, and jewels. Beyond that, when having clothes custom-made outside, there was no need to queue—shop masters would come directly to provide service.The New Year was a grand occasion, and the rewards were naturally more generous. Minglan took the items out of the box one by one: a pure white jade bowl, two pairs of emerald-green jade chopsticks inlaid with red gold, a golden-inlaid yellow jade ruyi scepter with cloud patterns, and a bright red object. Holding it in her hand, Minglan saw it was a red jade heart lock—a lock and key interlocked in the shape of a ruyi knot, yet separable into two distinct pieces. Not only was the craftsmanship exquisite, but the jade’s color was exceptional. Since her marriage, Minglan had seen many fine things, but such superior red jade was rare—vibrant and dazzling, as smooth as warm spring water, resting in her pale palm like a drop of heart’s blood.
Gu Tingye, who had opened his eyes at some point, also noticed the heart-shaped lock. His eyes, cold all evening, seemed warmed by the red jade’s glow. He pulled Minglan to sit beside him, taking the red jade in his hand to gently rub between his fingers. After a moment, he murmured, "Can you weave knots?" Minglan nodded. Of course she could—it was a required skill.
"Braid it well, and we’ll each carry half," he whispered even softer.
Minglan’s heart melted. She leaned slowly against his chest and whispered, "I’ll carry it with me always."
"Mm. Make it secure."
On the first day of the New Year, Gu Tingye and the Grand Old Madam went to the palace early to offer thanks and New Year’s greetings. Due to her pregnancy, Minglan had Little Shen convey her excuses in advance, and the Empress exempted her from attending, bestowing infant silks and nourishing medicines instead. A flicker of envy shone in Little Shen’s eyes—she had married earlier than Minglan but had not yet conceived. Fortunately, her elder brother, General Zheng Jun, had many children, both legitimate and otherwise, ensuring the family line continued, which eased her pressure somewhat.
"These things can’t be rushed," Minglan comforted her gently. "In my family, there was a most excellent aunt who didn’t give birth to my cousin until nearly four years after her marriage. Perhaps the Goddess of Children is carefully selecting a child for you right now—hmm, should she send a little general or a little top scholar? Oh dear, why not send both?"
Little Shen’s worries vanished, and she burst out laughing. "You always know how to cheer people up!" Minglan’s gentle and humorous nature made her easy to get along with, and over time, Little Shen increasingly sought her out to share her troubles.
Minglan held her hand and said softly, "I know what worries you. But you haven’t been married long—it’s far from that point. Relax a little; the more at ease you are, the sooner it might happen." In these times, without modern hospitals, that was all one could do.
Little Shen wasn’t one to dwell on sorrows and soon thanked Minglan, her spirits brightening again.
After Gu Tingye returned from the palace, Minglan ordered the servants to bring out several baskets of copper coins.
For the New Year’s visits, all the managers, matrons, married women, and maids in Clear Garden received red envelopes with monetary rewards. These coins, strung together with red threads, were prepared for the children. The redundant wall between the original marquis’s residence and Clear Garden had long been demolished, awaiting post-holiday construction to fill the earth, lay bricks, and landscape the gardens. By now, everyone in the original residence knew that the estate’s authority would eventually return to the marquis and his wife. Many managers vied to curry favor, yet Clear Garden remained like an iron barrier—each person accountable, none daring negligence, impenetrable as a needle or water. The new mistress appeared gentle, but her true temperament was unknowable, leaving the managers deeply uneasy.Gu Tingye, stealing a rare moment of leisure, watched with a beaming smile as Minglan distributed copper coins and pastries one by one. The garden was blanketed in silver, with many young maids and children running about, rolling snowballs to throw at each other, their laughter echoing through the air.
Rong Jie'er, dressed in a brand-new winter jacket, walked over, the gold necklace around her neck glinting brightly against the snow. Lately, she had been feeling somewhat dispirited. She remembered how, when she first entered the marquis' household, she missed her birth mother and younger brother almost every day, often waking up in tears at night. But at some point, this longing had gradually faded. This New Year, with her stepmother now pregnant, she suddenly thought of her long-unseen younger brother. Yet, she could no longer clearly recall what her brother or mother looked like. Would her stepmother give birth to a brother or a sister?
She knew her stepmother treated her well. Among the girls at school who were also born of concubines, many envied her good fortune—her fine clothes, her comfortable life, and how her stepmother sometimes even came to pick her up after school. But what about the future? If her stepmother had her own child, would she, as people said, view the child of a concubine as a thorn in her side? A sudden jolt of fear shot through her heart, and she recalled Teacher Xue's teachings: When facing matters, one must keep an upright heart and not let thoughts stray to negativity. With a righteous heart, one's mind becomes broad, and clarity prevails.
She felt a pang of shame. How could she have forgotten her teacher's words? She had long resolved to learn well from now on, to become an upright and bright person like Teacher Xue, who stood tall among men, to live with her head held high—not... not like her birth mother.
Rong Jie'er glanced upward. Her father was smiling tenderly at her stepmother, holding a hand warmer for her. Her heart sank. In truth, whether she gained a younger brother or sister made little difference to her. Whether her stepmother's kindness was genuine, for the sake of reputation, out of pity, or to appear virtuous in her father's eyes—Teacher Xue had said: Kindness is kindness. Those who receive it should be grateful, cherish their blessings sincerely, and act with humility and goodness. Only then can blessings endure, with heaven's protection and people's support.
"...Rong Jie'er." Her stepmother was calling her. Rong Jie'er quickly looked up, her eyes wide. The noblewoman, wrapped in luxurious brocade, was young and beautiful, her cheeks glowing softly. "Come, this is your New Year's money."
Danju presented the red envelope on a small tray, and Rong Jie'er accepted it in a daze.
"The teachers all say you study diligently and have made great progress," her stepmother said kindly, her voice gentle. "Your father and I are both very pleased. When the new term begins, you must continue like this."
Rong Jie'er bowed her head, filled with pride and emotion but unable to voice her feelings. She had never learned how to act coy or sweet with her stepmother, especially when her father was present.
Gu Tingye looked at her and suddenly said, "You're going to be an elder sister." Rong Jie'er looked up in surprise as her father's authoritative voice continued, "Your future younger siblings will look up to you. You must set a good example."
It was as if a floodgate had burst open in Rong Jie'er's heart, washing everything clean. She bowed respectfully, performing a steady and graceful curtsy, her posture dignified and elegant. Lifting her head to face them directly, she declared clearly, "Thank you for Father's guidance and Mother's care. Your daughter will remember this."
Minglan felt a wave of relief, thinking to herself that the tuition fees had been well spent. Once school resumed, she would prepare a generous New Year's gift for the teacher.
Beside her, Gu Tingye watched her intently.Last New Year's, Minglan had been bustling about paying respects to elders and siblings-in-law, with no one paying her visits. This year, the situation was completely reversed. Nestled at home during her pregnancy, even New Year visits to her maternal family were waived by Old Mrs. Sheng. Gu Tingye alone went, returning after a meal and drinks. She didn’t need to go anywhere else, yet with Gu Tingye currently in favor, visitors came to pay their respects in an endless stream.
First were the clan relatives. Distant ones were politely declined to avoid attracting hangers-on, but the Fourth and Fifth branches were direct uncles. Gu Tingye prepared appropriately measured gifts without resistance and went to pay his respects. Whatever he said to those two troublesome uncles, he returned in remarkably good spirits.
Minglan, quite curious, summoned attendants to inquire. Having separated households not long ago, the servants remained familiar. While Gu Tingye was inside paying respects, the subordinates gathered plenty of news from both households.
Gu Shun, who accompanied him to Fourth Old Master’s residence, reported: "...Old debts from Second Master Bing resurfaced, with creditors threatening violence if unpaid. Fourth Old Master fell ill from anger and tried to entrust household affairs to Master Xuan, but Consort Liu and Second Wife of Gu Tingbing refused, weeping and making a scene. It was chaos when we arrived; it took ages before we were even served hot tea."
Gu Quan, who went to Fifth Old Master’s residence, was stuffed full of fruits and pastries by Xiaotao. Grinning with his little canine teeth, the lad spoke even more briskly: "Now Madam Zhu manages the household there. Fifth Old Master strictly ordered her to be fair and impartial, allowing no nonsense from anyone. Madam Zhu, quite sensible, restricted Master Yang’s access to funds. But Fifth Old Madam was displeased, accusing her of being unfilial and virtueless. Madam Zhu wept from frustration, and Second Master Bing argued repeatedly with Fifth Old Madam. Oh, a few days ago, some flower-account debt collectors came. Madam Zhu called them frauds and barred entry, so they loitered at the gate. Coincidentally, Fifth Old Master returned from a poetry gathering, and the truth came out. Furious, he had Master Yang tied up and severely beaten on the spot. When we visited, Master Yang hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet..."
Minglan returned quietly to her room, observing Gu Tingye seated behind his desk—posture erect, gaze steady, only the corners of his mouth slightly upturned like a cheerful crescent moon on a summer night. She patted her belly: Don’t learn your father’s schadenfreude.
The next day, the Fourth and Fifth branches came to pay their respects.
Grand Old Madam finally rallied, ordering several banquet tables—one outside for the men, two inside for the women—and hiring female performers to sing for entertainment. Chatting and laughing with her two sisters-in-law, accompanied by Madam Zhu and Tingying’s lively banter, the atmosphere was quite festive. Tingcan ate little before taking Tingling to her room to talk, while the younger children were led away by nursemaids to play.
Eldest Sister-in-law looked even more haggard; barely thirty, silver strands already touched her temples. On one side, her injured husband, now ill-tempered, required constant care day and night; on the other, her strict mother-in-law blamed her for her husband’s failings, berating her as incompetent.
Minglan felt a pang of sympathy: "Eldest Sister-in-law, you’ve endured much lately. With Xun and the others still young, you must take care of your health." Eldest Sister-in-law glanced cautiously toward Fifth Old Madam, who was laughing nearby, and said nothing but gave Minglan a grateful look.Lady Di, coming from a prestigious maternal family, had always looked down upon her sister-in-law. Hearing this, she also sighed and said: "Eldest Sister-in-law is blessed with good fortune in later years. Xun'er studies diligently day and night, and this time his teacher said he's almost ready to take the imperial examination. Father was so delighted—Eldest Sister-in-law, rest assured, Xun'er will surely earn you an official rank sooner or later."
Mentioning her son, Eldest Sister-in-law Yang's weary, aged countenance brightened like the morning sun breaking through the dark night, blooming into a gratified and proud smile. Yet she remained humble: "His teacher only suggested he try. How could a child like him be so capable?"
"That gentleman was originally Father's classmate from the same examination year, and even served as an Educational Commissioner earlier. How could his words be false? Alas, among our branch's children of this generation, I'm afraid we'll have to pin our hopes on Xun'er in the future." Truly, a splendid bamboo shoot sprouting from a rotten bamboo root. Second Wife of Gu Tingbing couldn't help but sigh. She pitied her husband, who at his age was still being forced by his father to study for imperial examinations. Watching her nephew Gu Shixun become increasingly accomplished, she gradually let go of her former contempt for First Wife of Gu Tingxuan. As they say, a wife should assist her husband and raise children properly - at least she had fulfilled half of her fundamental duties quite well.
First Wife of Gu Tingxuan gave her a gentle smile, habitually tinged with some ingratiation. Second Wife of Gu Tingbing responded with a calm smile, affectionately patted her hand, and personally poured her a cup of wine.
After the household division, the two sisters-in-law of the fifth branch showed signs of harmonious understanding, while the sisters-in-law of the fourth branch became increasingly incompatible as fire and water. At the banquet table, First Wife of Gu Tingxuan resolutely turned her head away, speaking only with Minglan and completely ignoring the sister-in-law beside her. Second Wife of Gu Tingbing sneered repeatedly: "Eldest Sister-in-law's temper has been growing lately! Now that the entire household, young and old, is in your hands, it's truly different after all!"
First Wife of Gu Tingxuan turned back angrily: "Whoever wants to manage the household can take it! As if I begged and pleaded for it! Working hard, exhausting both mind and strength, not receiving a single word of appreciation is bad enough, but to be left with nothing but faults found in me!"
"Oh, holding control over mountains of gold and silver, moving them wherever you please, and still not allowing others to say a word about it!" Second Wife of Gu Tingbing said with sarcastic mockery. First Wife of Gu Tingxuan was so enraged she couldn't speak, her sleeves trembling faintly.
As she spoke, Second Wife of Gu Tingbing even took out a handkerchief to dab her eyes, putting on the expression of Xianglin's Wife, sniffing and tearfully complaining the same old story: "Aiya, anyway we're disliked now. Your brother's fate outside remains unknown, us widows and orphans have to endure whatever treatment we get!... I only hope Eldest Sister-in-law will take pity on your nephews and nieces, at least leave some broth for us! We..."
Smack. Minglan slammed her chopsticks heavily on the table, her face cold as frost. Second Wife of Gu Tingbing stopped speaking. Everyone looked at Minglan in surprise, even the three Old Madams sitting closer to the front listening to music noticed and turned their attention.
"If you want to cry, go back and cry. During the New Year festivities, how can you bring such ill fortune?" Minglan's voice wasn't loud, but her tone was severe.
Second Wife of Gu Tingbing was stunned for a moment, then cried again: "I'm not..."
"Everyone in the family knows about Brother Bing's situation, everyone worries for you. But you don't consider the place or timing, crying whenever you feel like it." Minglan coldly snorted, glancing sideways at Grand Old Madam who was stirring restlessly over there. "When it comes time for Sister Can's wedding, if you pull this again, speaking whenever you remember, crying whenever you speak, bringing misfortune on such an auspicious occasion - as your sister-in-law, I'll be the first to tear your mouth shut!"
Grand Old Madam lowered her previously straightened shoulders, her eyes flickered, but she didn't speak.Second Wife of Gu Tingbing dared not cry anymore, staring blankly with wide eyes. Minglan looked at her and spoke deliberately: "When Brother Bing was imprisoned, Brother Xuan worked tirelessly to help him, running around for hours every day, waiting outside government offices for half a day at a time, smiling apologetically and speaking kindly to others, without even having time for a warm meal. We all saw this with our own eyes. Even though Sister-in-law Xuan was heartbroken, she never stopped him. Though I'm young and haven't been in the family long, I was deeply moved, thinking I'd married into a wonderful family with such strong brotherly bonds and harmony. Yet Second Sister-in-law still isn't satisfied? Even though they're blood brothers, one shouldn't even lack a word of thanks."
As she listened, First Wife of Gu Tingxuan's eyes reddened. Tingying noticed and hurried over to link arms with her elder sister-in-law, the two women leaning close together.
Second Wife of Gu Tingbing was left speechless, her face alternating between green and white. Fourth Old Madam found the situation particularly satisfying, while Fifth Old Madam nearby looked displeased at Minglan and said: "Although what our niece-in-law says isn't wrong, your cousin's wife is still older than you. How can you reprimand her so harshly, showing no respect for seniority..."
Before she could finish, Fourth Old Madam interrupted: "Ah, sister-in-law, that's not right. I think what our niece-in-law said is completely correct. During the New Year festivities, when everyone is drinking and enjoying themselves, with Canjie having such a good marriage and the Gu family about to welcome new additions - on such a joyous occasion, Second Son's wife simply doesn't know how to behave! Even if she's heartbroken, she should wait to cry until she returns home. To insist on crying now in front of elders and juniors, really...! Well, our niece-in-law must consider us family to speak so frankly."
Fifth Old Madam looked astonished, staring blankly at Fourth Old Madam who never usually contradicted her.
Minglan smiled and turned to Second Wife of Gu Tingbing: "That was my fault earlier, I spoke too harshly. I hope Second Sister-in-law won't take offense. I only said what I thought because I consider you family." Second Wife of Gu Tingbing couldn't decide whether to accept the apology or not, forcing an awkward smile. Seeing this had gone far enough, First Wife of Gu Tingxuan sighed and patted Second Wife's hand: "Just set your heart at ease. His elder brother has already arranged with the postal service - Brother Bing will send letters every two or three months to report he's safe, and he has servants attending to him, so he should be fine. After these two years pass, won't the family be reunited again?"
Second Wife of Gu Tingbing sniffled and lowered her head, but stopped making a scene. First Wife of Gu Tingxuan looked up, gazing deeply at Minglan over Second Wife's head. Minglan smiled and turned to listen to the music.
Second Wife of the Di family observed this scene carefully, recalling how she'd heard that Tingxuan's eldest son, though still young, had already secured a decent official position. She sighed inwardly, thinking that though she usually considered herself clever, she wasn't as quick-witted as the loud, argumentative First Wife of Gu Tingxuan in recognizing opportunities and changing course swiftly. It turned out others had already made connections earlier. Ah, truly, one shouldn't judge by appearances.During this New Year's visit, Minglan suffered a significant financial blow. She had to give lucky money to several unmarried cousins and a roomful of nephews and nieces. Even if she gave birth to a child next year and could claim some lucky money in return, it would still be a case of few against many. Even if she tried her hardest to have many children, by the time she had given birth to a brood of little ones, the children who were now receiving lucky money from her would have already started families of their own. Then she (or her children) would have to continue giving lucky money to grand-nephews and grand-nieces (if they still kept in touch). Oh my goodness, it truly was an endless cycle of expenses - the money would never stop flowing. This was clearly a losing business, and it would be difficult to recoup the losses for a long time to come.
That night, after returning to her room, Minglan clutched her bleeding heart and shared this tragic outlook with her husband with a sorrowful expression. In this miserable ancient era, was reproduction really the primary productive force? After hearing this, Gu Tingye collapsed on the bed laughing, sobering up from his drunken state by half. He glanced at Minglan's abdomen before returning to his outer study to review official documents. After reading two memorials, he suddenly remembered someone who used to frequently whisper in his ear that "the gentle village is the hero's tomb." He then ordered his servant to drag old Gongsun out of his bed.
About six or seven days after the New Year, Gu Tingye's subordinates and friends began visiting.
Fortunately, Gongsun Xiansheng had warned them in advance. Gu Tingye didn't dare let his residence become too bustling and conspicuous, fearing it would attract criticism from censors. Still, many people came with New Year gifts. Gu Tingye received guests in the outer courtyard, instructing the gatekeeper to only admit those worth befriending or familiar acquaintances. Meanwhile, Minglan put on a dignified and gentle smile in the inner courtyard, repeatedly telling unfamiliar female relatives "There's no need to be so polite" and telling children "Please rise, the ground is cold." She would then compliment them with phrases like "This child is so lovely" or "So well-behaved."
Fortunately, she had been foresighted and had previously asked the goldsmith to make many gold and silver ingots engraved with auspicious patterns and cloud designs. Since it was the Year of the Monkey, she also had dozens of thumb-sized golden monkey trinkets made. Though not heavy, they were vivid and quite amusing, perfect for giving as lucky money to children.
Whether encountering eloquent talkers or silent, honest types, Minglan treated everyone with equal warmth and courtesy, showing no favoritism. Old Mrs. Sheng's strict training since childhood was now proving its value. Minglan's composed smiling appearance projected an image of refined elegance that was quite deceptive. She spoke little but was kind and interesting when she did. Within a few days, people outside were praising Minglan for her good temperament, describing her as amiable and kind-hearted.
Minglan felt quite pleased with herself - after all, the masses had sharp eyes.
Apart from these tedious social obligations, receiving gifts was quite enjoyable. Most officials were shrewd - aside from truly trusted confidants, they wouldn't bring whole chests of silver to build relationships, nor would they present banknotes with seals to express admiration.
There were large southern pearls from southern Fujian, filling entire cases with pure white, round pearls; half-foot tall jade Guanyin statues that felt warm to the touch; miniature peach tree landscapes crafted from agate, jade, gold and silver branches that looked almost real; black fox, purple lamb, and lynx furs from the north, along with entire sable pelts that felt incredibly soft and thick; and precious items like bear gallbladders, tiger bones, and snow ginseng...
"Really, is this all right?" Minglan felt rather provincial, both delighted and apprehensive - was all this legal?Gongsun Laotou remained unperturbed: "If we refuse them all, it would only invite trouble."
Had Minglan gone to Uncle Shen's residence to see for herself, she might not have been so agitated. Officials stationed long-term in remote border regions, cut off from imperial ears and unaware of court trends, had to seize this moment to exert themselves—when else would they have the chance? Moreover, these gifts had already been screened multiple times, most carrying legitimate justifications.
This situation only eased after the tenth day of the month.
Compared to the bustling activity at Clear Garden, where even the youngest gatekeeper glowed with prosperity, the old marquis' residence was far quieter. The stark contrast made everyone from stewards to servants there wish fervently for Minglan to take charge of household affairs soon, hoping to improve their circumstances.
As Minglan was occupied with work and worried Rong Jie'er might fall behind in her studies, she unceremoniously asked Madam Shao to keep an eye on Rong Jie'er while supervising Xianjie's reading and needlework. Strangely enough, the more Minglan sought Madam Shao's help with various tasks, the more comfortable Madam Shao felt. Though she had spent more time with Grand Old Madam and Madam Zhu, she had grown fond of Minglan.
Watching the two young girls building snowmen in the garden, running about with a crowd of maids cheering and laughing, their little faces flushed with excitement, the sorrow in her heart seemed to fade somewhat.
"Go call the girls back—they've been wild for half an hour already," Madam Shao instructed her attendant.
A sharp-eyed maid spotted a familiar brocade sedan chair in the distance and smiled, "It must be the Second Madam arriving."
The sedan stopped directly at the entrance, where Danju carefully assisted Minglan alight. Madam Shao had the room's heating stoked warmer and pulled Minglan to sit, saying, "Such cold weather, and you're unwell—why come out? You should have summoned me if needed."
Minglan removed her cloak as she replied, "I was feeling stifled indoors anyway. Besides, I came by sedan—no walking required." She turned and gestured for the items to be brought in. "I acquired two rolls of kesi brocade yesterday. The colors are vibrant and the material excellent, so I brought them for Eldest Sister-in-law to make two new outfits for Xianjie."
Madam Shao observed the fabric's brilliant sheen, elegant patterns, and subdued colors—perfect for a girl in mourning for her father. Though delighted, she demurred, "Children grow so quickly—why spend so extravagantly?"
Minglan laughed, "Rong Jie'er is getting some too. Both are good children—diligent in studies and filial to elders. Xianjie is especially well-behaved and sensible. They deserve rewards."
Feeling warmed, Madam Shao accepted the fabric. After the sisters-in-law chatted awhile, Minglan revealed her purpose for visiting: "With Tingcan's wedding approaching, we as sisters-in-law should contribute to the festivities. But I'm unaware if the Gu family has any specific customs. Please advise me so I don't make mistakes."
Thinking of Tingcan, Madam Shao hesitated before responding, "When I arrived, the previous sister Tingyan had already married. Observing the weddings of cousins from both uncles' branches, there didn't seem to be special rules. However..." She glanced at Minglan's expression, "Sister Tingcan has refined tastes—she might disdain certain offerings."
When sisters-in-law contribute to a younger sister's trousseau, it essentially means supplementing the dowry. Wealthy ones might gift farmland or shops, while thoughtful ones could prepare complete bedroom sets, clothing, or jewelry. But after all, they're only sisters-in-law—most give symbolic gifts like a hairpin, a pair of bracelets, or a dressing case.Minglan had anticipated this and said, "I heard the princess's residence has come to discuss the wedding date, seemingly hoping for an earlier ceremony. Why don't we go ask our younger sister what she likes or dislikes, so I can make preparations in advance."
Madam Shao felt relieved, as she couldn't afford to offend either party, and smiled in agreement: "That's excellent. My sister's room is just a stone's throw away. I'll accompany you."
Just from the appearance of Gu Tingcan's residence, one could tell she had been doted on since childhood. Her room enjoyed the best lighting and orientation in the entire garden. Even before entering, the grounds outside were already filled with precious plants. While the entire marquis's residence appeared neglected and desolate, only the maids in the seventh young lady's quarters remained fresh and tidy.
"What a coincidence, both sisters-in-law have come together," Gu Tingcan sat quietly before her qin stand, her voice carrying a careless tone.
She was exceptionally beautiful, yet her expression held a hint of casual melancholy, always seeming distant as if veiled. Ancient standards required women to be gentle, demure, dignified, and amiable - her demeanor didn't conform to conventional boudoir teachings, yet the deceased Old Marquis had particularly favored this quality about her.
The room was naturally arranged with elegant and distinctive taste - neither ostentatiously luxurious nor excessively plain, perfectly displaying her refined taste and proud upbringing. A delicate painting scroll hung simply, with only the roller ends faintly revealing green jade and gold fragments. A book lay casually placed, which upon closer inspection turned out to be an extremely rare surviving edition. On the table stood a cluster of vibrant red plum blossoms, seemingly freshly picked outside, arranged in a priceless white Ru kiln flower vase from the previous dynasty.
The decoration was truly outstanding. Compared to her, Hualan's boudoir was overly ornate, while Molan's excessively flaunted literary pretensions.
After following Madam Shao around the room and sitting down, Minglan lowered her head with a slight smile. The most interesting aspect of this room was that the three or four calligraphy and painting works hanging on the walls, and the copybooks in the corners, were all creations of the seventh young lady Gu. Even the poetry collections on the table were compilations of the seventh young lady's childhood poems, bound meticulously with fine silk and premium paper.
As the elder sister-in-law, Madam Shao naturally spoke first about their purpose for visiting. She smiled and said, "Younger sister, just speak your mind. See if your sisters-in-law can fulfill your wishes."
Tingcan habitually tilted her chin slightly, smiling only at the corners of her lips: "That's good. Then I'll say it - I want to return to the old days, to the time when our family lived in harmony. I wonder if second sister-in-law can arrange that?" She looked directly at Minglan. Madam Shao felt momentarily awkward.
When dealing with such immature young girls, Minglan typically couldn't be bothered with lengthy explanations. She said calmly, "Even if we returned to the old days, could younger sister stay here forever? For women like us, our husband's family is where we'll spend the second half of our lives. Does seventh sister intend to bring the entire family along to the princess's residence?"
In terms of sharp retorts, how could a reclusive literary young lady compare to a petty court clerk accustomed to quarrels? Tingcan closed her mouth, angrily turning her head away. Minglan continued, "If younger sister can't think of what you like at the moment, then tell us what you dislike. So we don't end up sending things you don't care for."Tingcan nearly blurted out, "I detest everything you give me," but remembering her mother's admonitions, she forcibly swallowed the words. With a shift of her eyes, she said instead, "I care not for flowers or powders, as I already have all manner of jewelry and headpieces. I dare not accept fields or shops, and my wardrobe, bedding, cabinets, tables, and stools are all complete. As for poetry, calligraphy, and paintings, I prefer to select them myself. Beyond these, sister-in-law may decide what to give."
Having spoken, she sat with an air of haughtiness, gazing leisurely at Minglan to see what she could possibly offer.
"Sister has made herself clear, and we have understood. In that case, allow us to return and ponder this, so as not to hinder your studies." Minglan smiled, took Madam Shao by the hand, and slowly walked out. Staying a moment longer with this celestial being would be detrimental to prenatal education.
Tingcan elegantly raised the book in her hand. "Farewell, sister-in-law. I won't see you out."
As Minglan walked away, she sorted through her thoughts. Because Rong Jie'er and Xianjie were close, always coming and going together, over time the maids and matrons of Clear Garden and Madam Shao's quarters had become well acquainted. Most of those around Gu Tingyu were old retainers left by his birth mother, who knew the past in great detail. They said: The Seventh Young Miss bore an striking resemblance to the first Madam Qin.
Unlike Baishi, Da Qin Shi was not a forbidden topic in the household. Even the Grand Old Madam herself often spoke of her elder sister's virtues before the Old Marquis. With Xiaotao, a master at eliciting information, leading the effort, accompanied by a few matrons and maids, along with some wine, dishes, tea, and fruits, much of the past could be uncovered.
As the beginning of it all, what kind of person was Da Qin Shi? Minglan had long been curious.
While Xiaotao was skillfully gathering information, Bi Si asked, "Was she beautiful?" Ruomei inquired, "How was her literary talent?"
The old servants said that the Eldest Miss of the Qin family was as beautiful as an autumn lotus, serene and exquisite. She was skilled in poetry, adept at composing verses, and accomplished in the four arts of the scholar—qin (music), qi (chess), shu (calligraphy), and hua (painting).
At that time, the Dongchang Marquis Household was still flourishing, and she was the cherished legitimate eldest daughter, doted upon by the Marquis. Yet, such a beautiful and talented woman remained unmarried until the age of eighteen. The reason was simple: she suffered from a severe chronic illness, frail and sickly, known throughout the capital.
Her parents could not bear to marry her beneath her station, but among families of equal status, who would be willing to take home such a sickly woman? A wife should be virtuous; she was not merely for display. She was expected to assist her husband, educate children, and manage household affairs—none of which Da Qin Shi could accomplish.
Then, the Ningyuan Marquis Household came to propose marriage for their legitimate eldest son. It was truly a match made in heaven, sending Qin Shi's parents into raptures.
According to the old servants' veiled hints, the Old Marquis Gu had seen Da Qin Shi before the marriage—a chance encounter at some unknown time and place, a fleeting glimpse that stirred secret affection. It was a strange fate indeed: a battlefield warrior, accustomed to wielding swords and spears, would unexpectedly fall for such an exquisitely fragile beauty. Minglan was greatly perplexed.
He then begged his parents to seek the marriage. How could the old Marquis and his wife agree? Such a daughter-in-law not only had an uncertain lifespan but also faced near-impossible challenges in bearing children. Gu Yankai pleaded in vain, and in frustration, he went to serve in the northern frontier army.
At that time, barbarian invasions were rampant, and the perils of war were ever-present, with death a constant threat. The old Marquis and his wife endured a year or two of terror and anxiety before finally yielding to their eldest son and consenting to the marriage. They resigned themselves to the compromise: if Da Qin Shi had no children, they could raise a concubine's son. However, this naive notion was soon shattered.After marriage, the couple was exceptionally devoted to each other, inseparable wherever they went. One, two, three years passed, and the Old Marquis and his wife grew anxious. Yet Gu Yankai wouldn't even glance at a female mosquito, let alone consider taking a bedroom servant or concubine. The Old Marquis resorted to wielding family law and filial piety to pressure him, while his mother pleaded with tears streaming down her face. Left with no choice, Gu Yankai complied, first patiently comforting his wife. No sooner had he left than Da Qin Shi began weeping to the wind. Though she dared not contradict her in-laws to their faces, her grief overwhelmed her, and she fell seriously ill with a high fever.
The marquis' household was thrown into chaos and turmoil. After great effort, they managed to save her, but the moment she opened her eyes, she wept as if her heart were breaking, nearly fainting from sorrow. Gu Yankai promptly sent away every last bedroom servant and concubine. For a good half-year, he nurtured, protected, and cherished her. Then, once again yielding to his parents' demands, he went to be intimate with another woman. Though Da Qin Shi was frail, her sources of information were keen. Before the other two had even finished undressing, she had already fainted, unconscious and unresponsive.
After several such episodes, Gu Yankai deeply felt this could not continue. He secretly requested a transfer to guard the southwestern border without informing his parents, then whisked his wife away in the blink of an eye. His parents stamped their feet and cursed in fury, but it was to no avail. In the following years, the Old Marquis and his wife repeatedly considered ending the matter with a letter of divorce. However, the Marquis of Dongchang and his wife personally came to plead and intercede on their behalf, and they could not bring themselves to go through with it.
In the second year after Empress Jing An's passing, Gu Tingyu was born. Before the Ningyuan Marquis Household could rejoice over this long-awaited legitimate grandson, disaster struck. In truth, not all the deficit silver was squandered by the Gu family—several transactions could be traced to legitimate sources: Fujian Shipping, Southwest Border Trade, and Imperial Household Department Procurement, all handled through trusted old friends. But Emperor Wu suddenly grew exceptionally tyrannical, refusing to listen to reason. Meanwhile, the senior officials who could have clarified the Gu family’s debts were all embroiled, to varying degrees, in palace intrigues—either executed with their clans exterminated or exiled with their properties confiscated. For a time, everyone feared for their own safety; who would dare rescue others?
The kind-hearted Old Marquis immediately suffered a stroke, plunging the entire household into chaos. At this critical juncture, a close old friend came with news: a letter from his hometown in Jiangnan mentioned a salt merchant in Haining, immensely wealthy, with only one young daughter of marriageable age seeking a suitable husband.
The Marquis’s family was both delighted and troubled. All three legitimate sons were already married—what could be done? Asking her to become a concubine was likely unacceptable.
Before the Gu family could fret further, their well-meaning friend had already sent intermediaries to Jiangnan. Old Master Bai, however, was no fool. However tempted he was by the Marquis’s status, he wouldn’t trust a matchmaker’s one-sided account regarding his only daughter’s future. A man of decisive action, he rushed to the capital within days. There, he encountered Fifth Old Master holding forth loudly in a teahouse, then "coincidentally" met Fourth Old Master near the red-light district. Most infuriatingly, these two men he despised were already married.
Furious, he returned and berated the matchmaker, declaring the matter closed with these words: "Blind your eighteen generations of ancestors! How dare you think my precious only daughter would become someone’s concubine!"—When Madam Bai later married into the Marquis’s household, she brought some dowry attendants. Though these servants were eventually dismissed, they shared many past accounts, some still remembered by old retainers.
Upon hearing the relayed message, the Old Marquis desperately had himself carried into a carriage and rushed southwest. Grasping his eldest son’s hand in silent plea—with his nearly blind weeping mother above, helpless fearful siblings below, and beloved wife beside him—Gu Yankai nearly went mad overnight.
The well-informed Da Qin Shi naturally learned of this. Despite her mother-in-law’s sworn promises that it was only a temporary divorce and she would be remarried later, she couldn’t accept it. Already weakened from childbirth, she struggled in agony for days before her death, appointing a maidservant as her husband’s concubine with her final breath.
With no time for grief, the Old Marquis immediately sent envoys to Haining to propose marriage. Old Master Bai initially refused, but the temptation of his beloved daughter becoming the rightful Marchioness of Ningyuan—shedding her lowly merchant status—was too great!
Gritting his teeth, he went southwest to evaluate the candidate himself, as was his custom. This time, he approved.Old Master Bai, with his sharp judgment honed over a lifetime, had never misread anyone—be they commoners, nobles, or officials. He concluded that Gu Yankai was an upright, kind, courageous, and resolute man, worthy of being a good match. Though Gu had lost his first wife, that was no issue—losing a wife was hardly uncommon. Old Master Bai himself had lost two wives and was still doing fine, finding new companions and taking concubines as he pleased. Hearing that his future son-in-law had been deeply devoted to his late wife didn’t trouble him either. Men, after all, were fickle. That Gu had treated his first wife well only proved he’d be a good husband. Once he married Old Master Bai’s beautiful daughter, time would fade the past.
What followed, Gu Tingye had long since explained to Minglan.
The wedding took place in the southwest, so none of the relatives or friends in the capital were invited. Baishi never got to see time fade the past—she passed away before twenty, leaving behind an uncared-for child. By the time Old Master Bai rushed from Haining, he saw only his daughter’s coffin. Overwhelmed with grief and rage, he was too old and frail to seek justice for her and soon died himself.
A few years later, Gu Yankai remarried again—this time to another daughter of the Qin family. By the time Gu Tingwei was seven or eight, an imperial decree summoned them to the capital, and Gu Yankai returned to the marquis’s residence with Xiao Qin Shi and his three sons and two daughters. Not long after, the old marquis and his wife passed away one after the other, and Gu Yankai inherited the title, becoming the Marquis of Ningyuan. Deliberately obscured, few knew that between the two Madam Qins, there had been a Madam Bai. For reasons unclear, Gu Yankai subtly led others to believe Gu Tingye was also born of a Qin mother.
Gu Tingcan was his youngest and most beloved child. In truth, aside from her looks, her habits, preferences, and temperament bore little resemblance to Da Qin Shi’s. Yet, under her parents’ subtle expectations, she unconsciously imitated the long-deceased woman.
Children possess keen instincts, naturally craving more attention. For Tingcan, the more she acted like Da Qin Shi, the more her father doted on her, granting her every wish—and by extension, her mother benefited too. Sometimes, when Grand Old Madam wanted something done, she’d have her youngest daughter speak to the Old Marquis, and it almost always succeeded.
Minglan sneered inwardly. A true, ethereal talent—aloof and proud—wouldn’t care for worldly trivialities or squabbles between mothers-in-law and sisters-in-law, seeing them as mere fleeting clouds. Yet Tingcan, to avenge her mother’s frustrations, devised ways to trouble her sister-in-law... Hmph, what a pity. In trying to imitate a tiger, she’d ended up with a dog’s likeness—a clumsy, unconvincing copy.
Madam Shao hurried to catch up from behind. “What should we give as a gift then?” Tingcan had practically covered everything.
Minglan turned and smiled. “Isn’t it simple? Give silver. Saves trouble and effort. My sister-in-law is so considerate of my slow-witted self, sparing me the need to think.” It suited her perfectly. If she’d been asked to give delicate, valuable items, it would’ve been inconvenient to bring up later. With silver, she could just state the amount when the time came—similar in value but far more striking.
Madam Shao was startled. “Silver?” Tingcan detested such vulgar treasures. Suddenly, she realized she didn’t have much ready cash on hand. “How much silver should I give?” she worried.
Minglan linked arms with her, comforting, “I’m giving silver. Please, as a favor to me, don’t give the same thing.”
“Then what should I give?” Madam Shao’s headache worsened."Sister-in-law, just pick a few honest and reliable servants to accompany my sister as her dowry attendants, and that should suffice."
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