Beneath his palm, he distinctly felt a small yet powerful impact. Gu Tingye was so startled that he was momentarily at a loss. Minglan quickly explained that it was just a normal fetal movement. The man froze for a moment before abruptly standing up and rushing out, knocking over two small stools without even noticing.
That night, when the elderly physician was urgently summoned to check her pulse, he initially thought something serious had happened to the Marchioness of Gu. However, upon examination, he found Minglan’s pulse steady and healthy, with both mother and child in good condition. Only then did he realize the true reason for the summons. Compounded by Gu Tingye’s incessant questioning, the physician felt utterly overwhelmed.
“Why is it kicking? Is it uncomfortable?”
“It’s a human being, after all. Humans need to move—stretching, turning over, waving arms and legs, and so on.”
“Is it not feeling unhappy?”
The elderly physician was deeply embarrassed. How could an unborn fetus feel “unhappy”? He could only vaguely reply, “Generally, when it’s content, well-rested, and well-fed, it tends to kick and move about.”
Fortunately, Gu Tingye retained some rationality. After a few more questions, he composed himself, clasped his hands in gratitude, and thanked the physician. Minglan, standing nearby, repeatedly apologized to the elderly doctor. Knowing the old physician had a particular fondness for Maojian tea, she not only gave him a generous reward but also presented him with two jin of premium Lion’s Head Mountain Maojian tea she had recently acquired. The elderly physician, well-versed in the ways of the world, understood the Marquis’s eagerness for a child and could only shake his head with a wry smile before taking his leave.
When the Grand Old Madam heard about this, she was naturally furious all over again. On the day of her daughter’s wedding, why did they have to summon a physician for no reason?
In these times, there were no prenatal check-ups. Although physicians regularly came to check her pulse, Minglan still felt anxious. She could only stroke her belly daily and silently pray to the Bodhisattva for protection. From that day on, the little rascal in her womb seemed to become more active. Following the method taught by the elderly physician, Minglan recorded the frequency of fetal movements daily and found them to be regular and full of vitality, which gradually eased her worries. On the third day of recording the movements, Tingcan returned for her third-day post-wedding visit. The Grand Old Madam, who had missed her daughter terribly, had the marquis’s residence meticulously decorated in anticipation of her arrival.
“My child, come quickly and let your mother see you!” The Grand Old Madam’s eyes reddened as she embraced her daughter, looking her over from head to toe, unable to get enough. The man accompanying Tingcan stepped forward to pay his respects to his mother-in-law and two sisters-in-law.
The new son-in-law, surnamed Han with the given name Cheng, was not as handsome as Qi Heng nor as refined as Sheng Changfeng, but he was nonetheless an elegant and graceful young gentleman. Standing beside the coolly beautiful Gu Tingcan, they made a well-matched pair. The gifts from the princess’s residence for the third-day visit were also generous and dignified, causing the Grand Old Madam to beam with delight, her eyes narrowing into slits. When Madam Shao saw the newlyweds, she couldn’t help but think of her own lonely widowhood, and her smile carried a hint of melancholy.
Gu Tingcan, for her part, was not particularly pleased. She had come with great pomp, hoping to show her family how well she had married. It would have been even better if Minglan had grown jealous and resentful, her face sour with envy. Instead, she encountered this uninhibited sister-in-law, who greeted her with such cheerful and exuberant smiles, even cradling her belly and speaking in a matronly tone, saying things like, “May you live in harmony and bear many children.”
Tingcan’s attempt to provoke had fallen flat, leaving her both embarrassed and angry.
Han Cheng spoke little, maintaining a reserved smile. The Grand Old Madam dared not lecture such a distinguished son-in-law outright. In this situation, Minglan’s polite remarks were particularly timely. Han Cheng listened with his head slightly bowed and then respectfully said, “I have long heard that Second Sister-in-law’s family is one of scholarly heritage. My teacher often praises Elder Brother Changbai in our presence.”Minglan quickly collected her wandering thoughts, pondered for a moment, and asked with confusion, "Could it be that my brother-in-law is now studying under Master Wang Can?" That old man was always clamoring about retirement and traveling to famous mountains and rivers.
"Exactly so." Han Cheng cupped his hands respectfully. "Most of Grand Tutor Hai's former disciples have scattered to take up official posts, only Master Wang is willing to occasionally take on a few students."
Though her mind was active with thoughts, Minglan maintained a smiling expression: "Master Wang's scholarship is excellent, though it's a pity his minor health issues forced him to remain detached from official career. Yet this has allowed his academic pursuits to become increasingly profound and mature. My brother-in-law is fortunate - his success in the imperial examinations must be imminent." That stubborn old man had peculiar temperaments. Back when Sheng Changbai managed to gain his favor, it was largely due to the Hai family's influence - Changfeng hadn't been so privileged.
Hearing Minglan speak with such familiarity, Han Cheng recognized her as someone in the know. Though delighted, he became even more respectful: "I am grateful for Second Sister-in-law's auspicious words." After a pause, he added, "I've heard that your second elder brother, Brother Changfeng, enjoys considerable literary reputation. Having been away from the capital for so long, I sincerely look forward to making acquaintance with Brother Changfeng and other capital scholars, that we might learn from each other's strengths."
Though his words were respectful, they couldn't conceal a youthful arrogance. But considering his background, this was understandable - among imperial clan descendants, few were as ambitious and diligent as he at such a young age. Minglan smiled with unusual 'benevolence,' so glaring that Tingcan found it hard to watch.
"Brother-in-law, you're too polite. There's no need for such formality between us." Minglan laughed. "The day after tomorrow is my third brother's wedding. I expect all his usual friends will attend the ceremony. After sharing wedding festivities, they'll likely be calling you brother in no time." She made a mental note to quickly send word to her maiden home, reminding them not to forget sending the wedding invitation to the Princess's residence. Actually, it would be best to speak directly with Father Sheng - otherwise, Madam Wang would surely prefer having as few distinguished guests as possible.
Having loved literature since childhood and particularly enjoyed befriending cultured scholars, Han Cheng was naturally pleased by Minglan's words, especially since most relatives on both parental sides were idle pleasure-seekers. Meanwhile, Madam Shao listened to their conversation with an amused smile, while the Grand Old Madam looked quite gratified, her eyes showing appreciation. Tingcan, however, slightly turned away toward the window without speaking.
Minglan glanced at the mother and daughter pair, her thoughts stirring: The older one is probably thinking 'so diligent and ambitious, truly a worthy son-in-law,' while the younger one is likely sulking 'why must my husband be so vulgar, constantly talking about official careers and economics, completely lacking elegance and nobility.' What a pity they're mismatched. If the Grand Old Madam were decades younger and married to Han Cheng, they'd probably harmonize better like zither and harp - a perfect pair of go-getters.
Two days later, Changfeng's wedding arrived. The wedding banquet attendance was unusually sparse - not due to intentional neglect, but because of genuine circumstances. Recently, Gongsun Laotou had been growing noticeably balder, while Gu Tingye went about all day with a face as dark as a pot bottom. Likely court affairs weren't going smoothly. Worried her husband might not have time to attend, Minglan went to ask in advance: "For my third brother's wedding, might the Marquis attend the banquet?"
Gu Tingye frowned deeply, clutching documents in his hand, murmuring: "We've truly hit a sore spot. Now they're beginning to stir."
"If the Marquis truly cannot spare the time, I'll simply inform my maiden family."
"The chronic ailment runs deep indeed - certainly not something that developed overnight."
"It's alright. My parents are reasonable people." If he didn't attend, Madam Wang would certainly be pleased, and Sheng Hong would probably understand.
"If we want to strike fast against slow preparations, it appears difficult indeed..."After a brief exchange where they seemed to be talking at cross purposes, Minglan went over and shook his arm. Gu Tingye looked up in confusion, so Minglan had to repeat herself. Tingye chuckled, "I'm on duty, not selling myself into servitude. Slipping away to my father-in-law's for a drink should be fine."
Touched but teasing, Minglan said, "I think the marquis hasn't just sold his body—he's sold his heart, ears, and eyes along with it. At night, you snore one moment and grind your teeth the next."
Gu Tingye paused, then stroked Minglan's cheek with concern. "Does it disturb you? Perhaps I should sleep in the study."
Minglan, cradling her belly, shifted with difficulty to sit on his lap. "It's alright. Your noises aren't that loud. A nudge might buy me half the night's peace, and a kick could quiet you for the whole night." She wrapped her arms around his neck, her coquettishness well-practiced. "Don't sleep in the study. With you by my side, I'm not afraid of anything."
Having just eaten egg custard, her breath was sweet, and her voice was soft and childish. Gu Tingye felt as if his heart were melting with sweetness, thoroughly enjoying it, but he lightly patted her bottom and said sternly, "Trying to sweet-talk me again? What is there for you to be afraid of?" He remembered how last summer, this little rascal had pushed his arm away several times while sleeping, complaining of the heat.
Minglan blinked her large eyes, her long lashes fluttering, her rosy cheeks looking utterly innocent. One small hand timidly covered her chest. "When it gets dark, it's so scary. What if a monster comes to snatch me away and eat me?"
Despite Gu Tingye's extensive experience and knowing full well that eighty percent of this was unreliable, he was momentarily enchanted. Even after Minglan left, he sat there clutching a crumpled dossier, his mind in a daze, unable to focus for a long time. Since his youth, he had mingled in frivolous circles and seen the world. Later, rolling around in military camps surrounded by men, he had heard countless crude jokes. His thoughts strayed, and he actually began counting on his fingers seriously—at this stage of the month, it should be possible, right?
Minglan was hugging her pillow, trying to drift off to sleep, when someone crept onto the bed. Dressed in soft inner garments, his damp, coarse hair carried the familiar scent of soap. In the dim light of the corner lamp, Minglan mumbled, "Why are you back so early today?"
"Your husband is here to help you fight monsters."
...
Strange, lingering sounds gradually emanated from the room. Outside, Danju, who was on night duty, jolted awake and understood. Her face flushed deep red with a mix of embarrassment and shock. This... this... is allowed?! She looked at Xiaotao across from her, stammering, unsure what to say, but saw Xiaotao propping her chin as she gazed at the moon. Turning her head, Xiaotao grinned naively and said, "Good sister, what do you think Auntie Ge will make us for a midnight snack tonight? I'm craving mooncakes." Danju stared, speechless for a long moment. Fine, better go be the messenger.
Early the next morning, the couple woke up cheek to cheek, both blushing and bashful like young lovers sneaking under the rice seedling frames. Minglan was overwhelmed with shyness but felt physically and mentally refreshed. Gu Tingye was also very satisfied, holding and embracing her, even finding her round, bulging belly quite charming and adorable. Their eyes filled with affection, they tenderly comforted each other for a while, their hearts brimming with sweetness.After Gu Tingye finished dressing, he planted a firm kiss on Minglan’s cheek and strode out the door in high spirits, the gloomy expression that had clouded his face for days completely gone. His attendants were greatly surprised, breathing a sigh of relief while secretly hoping things would stay this way every day.
Cui Mama, having received the news earlier, hurried over with a stern expression to assist Minglan with her morning routine. Her feelings were mixed. Based on her professional knowledge, marital relations during pregnancy weren’t entirely forbidden, but it still felt somewhat... inappropriate. For safety’s sake, it was best to avoid any risks. Yet, it was exceedingly rare for a husband not to turn to concubines while his wife was pregnant. With the marquis in the prime of his life and having gone without for over half a year, he surely needed some outlet—it was truly a dilemma.
She didn’t bother scolding Minglan, knowing she’d never win an argument with her. After breakfast, she summoned the imperial physician for a check-up.
Minglan, always in good health, was having a smooth pregnancy with careful attention to diet, clothing, and exercise—exactly the kind of expectant mother physicians favored. After examining her, the imperial physician confirmed she was in excellent condition. Blushing with embarrassment, Cui Mama tactfully mentioned the previous night’s events. The experienced old physician was only momentarily taken aback before reassuring her it was no cause for concern. Noting Cui Mama’s wrinkled brow, he leaned in without reservation and explained the precautions for intimacy during pregnancy, finally easing her worries.
On the day of Changfeng’s wedding, none of the three ladies of the Gu residence could attend: Madam Shao was newly widowed, Minglan was pregnant, and Madam Zhu had recently given birth. To avoid damaging their reputation, the Grand Old Madam had to step in personally. Tingwei, who loved lively occasions, went eagerly. Though Minglan couldn’t attend, she sent gifts to congratulate the couple and, incidentally, asked Xiaotao to go and strengthen ties. Xiaotao, ever warm-hearted, volunteered to help when she saw the Sheng household bustling with activity. She returned laden with three large bundles of snacks and a head full of gossip—the snacks she shared with the sisters in the courtyard, the gossip she dutifully presented to the bored expectant mother, Minglan.
The wedding was a grand affair, teeming with guests. Even if they hadn’t come for the Sheng family, they would have for the Liu family. Moreover, all the sons-in-law of the Sheng family attended, adding to the occasion’s dignity. At the banquet, Madam Wang’s words carried a hint of sourness, though her lack of subtlety made it clear to everyone that her cheerful facade was forced. The Old Madam, however, was genuinely happy, sincerely wishing for “flourishing descendants and family peace.”
Molan was particularly ostentatious, eager to let everyone know that the dazzling groom was her own brother and that the Liu family’s legitimate daughter would soon be her sister-in-law. Her behavior bordered on impolite and reckless. Madam Wang was furious and wanted to reprimand her but held back in front of outsiders. It was the expert Hualan who stepped in with a decisive blow.
“Oh? Your family has two other daughters. Their husbands are here—why didn’t they come?” asked a meddlesome woman.
Hualan, graceful and poised, replied with a warm smile, “My fifth sister just gave birth to a plump daughter and is still in confinement. My sixth sister is also pregnant and finds it difficult to move around.” Then, turning to Molan with an elder sister’s concern, she added, “Fourth sister, you should advise your husband. No matter how busy he is with official duties, he ought to secure an heir first.”
Molan’s pretty face turned pale, and she nearly gritted her teeth in frustration—but she quieted down after that.According to the principle that like attracts like, Grand Old Madam miraculously struck up a conversation with Kang Yima, and they actually felt like they'd met too late. Minglan suspected they must share common ground in speaking ill of her. Meanwhile, at the men's banquet outside, Tingwei quickly befriended Liang Han. The more they talked, the more they clicked, holding hands as they headed to the stables to admire the horses, and made plans to appreciate birds and evaluate chickens another day. Han Cheng also achieved his wish of building connections with similarly romantic talents—after just two cups of wine, they scheduled a poetry competition for the day after tomorrow.
Everyone got what they wanted—it was indeed a highly harmonious wedding banquet. Except for Sheng Changfeng. After the newlyweds bowed in the hall and were escorted to the bridal chamber, Changfeng had to lift the bride's veil before returning to entertain guests. Xiaotao, who hadn't managed to squeeze into the bridal chamber, witnessed at close range Changfeng staggering as he exited, his expression extremely grave. It was said he hadn't looked this pained even when Consort Lin was expelled from the Sheng residence years ago.
Minglan found this rather amusing and chuckled for a long while, her movements while flipping through the account books becoming noticeably lighter. The matrons standing below felt somewhat perplexed, secretly glancing at their mistress, only to be caught by Minglan's sweeping gaze.
"According to Mama and the stewards' accounts, the heavy expenditures in our household in recent years were all due to the fourth and fifth branches?"
Mother Pengshou beamed ingratiatingly: "Reporting to Madam, this isn't something we should really say—it might seem we're looking down on the two elder masters. But..." her smile deepened until her face resembled a chrysanthemum in full bloom, "Old Marquis is the most kind-hearted and considerate man, so what could we do?"
Minglan nodded, picking up her brush to make notations, her voice clear and brisk: "In that case, starting from last year, these expenses can be eliminated... add Elder Brother's funeral expenses, then Seventh Young Lady's wedding costs... that should balance out. Currently there are also the new wet nurse and matron for Third Younger Brother's wife... Rong Jie'er and Xianjie are growing up fast, their rooms need more attentive and clever servants—that's another expense..." For each item she listed, the matrons below responded in acknowledgment.
After listening for a while, Mother Pengshou cautiously ventured: "Madam, with the two elder masters moved out, we have plenty of hands available. Regarding the wall demolition and construction work over there, I don't think we need to spend so much silver. Why not divide the project into sections and have our household staff handle some? This would save money and provide employment for idle household members." With tasks came income and opportunities for extra benefits—if they did nothing, they'd have leisure but would essentially be left with nothing.
Minglan raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Do we have household servants trained in masonry?"
Mother Pengshou looked embarrassed: "Well... not exactly. But it shouldn't be difficult, it's just..."
"Nonsense!" Minglan scolded. "Construction work is no trivial matter—if we're going to do it, we must do it properly, especially something as important as walls that need to be solid and sturdy. The current masonry team is among the best in the capital, and even so the Marquis isn't completely assured. You're an experienced manager—how could you suggest something so irresponsible!"
Mother Pengshou was thoroughly chastised, her face ashen as she repeatedly admitted her mistake, not daring to speak further.Another square-faced matron shot Mother Pengshou a sidelong glance, her lips curled in veiled sarcasm, then stepped forward and said, "Reporting to Madam, I have a suggestion here. Since the start of spring, that crew of masons has been working in three shifts, with three meals a day plus tea and snacks—no small amount. I see the senior sisters in Clear Garden are quite overwhelmed. Why not..."
Minglan remained silent, only frowning slightly as if pondering the feasibility of the matter.
The matron, secretly observing Minglan's expression, quickly added, "We were originally from the kitchen staff. Back when there were many masters, the kitchen had plenty of hands. Although the two elder masters took some cooks with them when they moved away, many of us were left behind. We feel uneasy drawing our monthly allowances without doing any work."
Minglan nodded noncommittally. In truth, Clear Garden was indeed short-staffed. While there were just enough servants to attend to the masters, any additional activities immediately stretched them thin—a problem that had long troubled her.
"But someone is already managing this..." Procuring provisions was a lucrative responsibility.
Seeing an opening, the matron pressed her advantage: "No need for Madam to trouble herself. We’ll just go and assist the senior sisters, nothing more. We wouldn’t dare interfere in anything else."
Minglan focused her gaze and studied her for a moment. "Wouldn’t that be too much trouble for you? The foremen need to eat before dawn, so you’d have to walk a long way here in the middle of the night. Is there... any other way?"
The matron caught the hint in Minglan’s words and looked up in pleasant surprise. "Well... if Madam trusts us, we could draw a sum of silver every three days, prepare the meals in the empty kitchen, just like the senior sisters in Clear Garden, and deliver them on time. After all, two of the worksites aren’t far from our place, and all the pots, pans, and utensils are ready. What do you think, Madam?"
Minglan nodded and waved her hand lightly. "Fine. Let it be done this way."
The matron immediately knelt to express her gratitude, overflowing with praises of "Madam’s kindness and capability." The other matrons watched, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
"You are Mother Fan’an, aren’t you? Later, go find Mother Liaoyong and have her take you to the accounts office to draw the silver. Start this afternoon and begin work tomorrow. Can you manage? Good, then it’s settled."
Mother Fan’an below kowtowed repeatedly like pounding garlic. Minglan smiled slightly and said, "But let me be clear: since you’ve taken on this task, you must follow my rules. If the meals are poor or delivered late, I won’t go easy on you."
Mother Fan’an raised her head and declared loudly, "If I fail, Madam can use me as a side dish with her wine!"
Minglan couldn’t help but burst out laughing, and the maids in the room joined in the merriment.
Several kitchen matrons, along with some miscellaneous servants and maids, had been left behind when four or five households moved away. Neither the Grand Old Madam nor Madam Zhu had wanted them, leaving them idle with the intention of eventually cutting their positions. This group, previously overlooked and without prospects, could at least be given a trial. Later, she would need to review their records properly.
"Madam..." another matron from the accounts office spoke up, "What about the accounts?""The construction work isn't finished yet, so we'll follow the old arrangement for now. Both sides manage their own affairs separately. Your accounting office is only responsible for Grand Old Madam, Eldest Sister-in-law, and Younger Sister-in-law's three households, along with the monthly wages for additional hired help. However, you must report the accounts to me. Regarding my accounting procedures: each month you'll go to Hao Guanshi to draw funds, then create records and enter them into the books... I needn't teach you this, surely. What happened before stays in the past - now is different. Our ancestors left established spending precedents - how masters should spend, how servants should be allocated - we'll simply follow those rules."
The matron listened with concealed alarm, thinking: "You're controlling the incoming funds, making my accounting office merely a formality from now on. You can make my accounts appear full or empty at your whim." "But... what if something urgent comes up? If the regular funds in my accounts aren't sufficient, what should I do then?"
Minglan burst into laughter: "You amuse me, mother. If you only have limited funds and can't produce more, what can be done? It's not like anyone would kill you over it. If someone urgently needs silver, just direct them to my accounting office and have them draw funds here! The silver in your hands, however, is earmarked for specific purposes - don't use money intended for buying cakes to purchase rouge instead!" The matron understood her meaning, silently acknowledging Minglan's shrewdness.
Madam Shao was a sensible one, Madam Zhu cared about face, and as for Grand Old Madam and her son... having come all this way to ask for money, it was unlikely she would have the nerve to buy an antique vase today and demand a set of jeweled headwear tomorrow. Gu Tingwei's mother and wife both had substantial private savings, so presumably he wouldn't reach into the household funds to buy birds or horses either. In truth, even if that mother-son pair went on a spending spree, Minglan had a countermeasure: have the accounts office meticulously record every expense and item, and when the day came to divide the family property, list everything clearly. Anything bought with communal funds naturally wouldn't count as private assets and would be included in the division.
"But what if the masters get angry...?" the matron still worried.
Minglan cut her off briskly, speaking calmly, "Right now, I'm the one who put you in charge of the accounts. As long as I'm not angry with you, that's all that matters."
The matron felt as if she'd been enlightened, finally grasping the key points. First, this new mistress appeared quite amiable and probably wouldn't investigate past accounts, only demanding good work from now on. Second, from now on, she would be her true mistress. If she failed to satisfy her, this position would be over.
Minglan held the silver ear mushroom soup, blowing on it slowly while leisurely scanning the expressions of the matrons below.
Since Grand Old Madam hadn't anticipated Gu Tingye's return, for the past few decades she had been meticulously managing the marquis' household to pave the way for her own son. From personnel assignments to expenditure regulations, everything was basically clear and separate, with little corruption or decay. Even these matrons before her were capable and efficient workers, though they were rather shrewd and too fond of judging people by their status.
"Now that Seventh Miss has married out, and Elder Brother hasn't passed the three-year mourning period yet, I suppose the household won't be holding lavish banquets. At most, we'll invite relatives and friends for simple meals during festivals." Minglan set down her bowl, interlacing her slender fingers as she spoke slowly, "Grand Old Madam has also said that we've been spending like water before, and now the household isn't well-off, as you all know. I expect everyone to work diligently."
Actually, if they just lived according to her budget, they would definitely not have deficits and could even save some money for Rong Jie'er and Xianjie's dowries in the future. Oh, and for this little rascal in her belly too.
A well-dressed matron came forward with an ingratiating smile, "Look at what you're saying, Madam. Our Marquis is currently highly favored by the Emperor - how could times ever be hard for our household? Even we servants feel proud when we go out."
Minglan looked at her quietly, and the woman awkwardly stopped smiling.
"...Last year when I was managing the farmland bestowed by His Majesty, there was a steward who, despite being registered as a Gu family servant, still oppressed honest tenants until it cost a life. The Marquis had the steward's limbs broken and sent to the authorities, who sentenced him to immediate execution. The Marquis then sold all seven members of the steward's family to Kiliba Red in one go."
The matrons turned pale, and the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Also, last August, there were some troublesome people in Clear Garden who conspired against us. After the Marquis discovered it, he directly sent those several families to do hard labor in the northwest."Mother Pengshou’s heart jolted; she had caught some whispers of this matter. Back when Gu Tingyu had just passed away, Granny Lai had been frequently moving between the two mansions under the guise of handling the funeral arrangements. Later, for some unknown reason, Granny Lai’s son was accused of corruption and favoritism, resulting in his exile to the army. Granny Lai’s entire family of eight vanished without a trace, along with many others from Clear Garden—no one knew where they were sold off.
After this, Clear Garden became as tightly sealed as an iron fence.
"You are all old-timers of the Gu residence, having watched the Marquis grow up. You’ve been here far longer than I have since I married into the family." Minglan showed no intention of intimidation, speaking plainly and calmly. "You probably understand the Marquis’s temperament better than I do."
What kind of temperament did Gu Tingye have? The matrons lowered their heads, exchanging uneasy glances.
At ten, he dared to ride a fierce horse recklessly through the streets, injuring over a dozen commoners along the way—Old Marquis had to compensate and apologize endlessly. At twelve, he grabbed his cousin Gu Tingyang by the collar and shoved him into a manure pit, nearly drowning him (though he was dragged out half-unconscious from the stench). At thirteen, Gu Tingbing was rescued from the roof where he had been hanging half the night, frozen and terrified out of his wits. At fourteen, he tied the heir of the Duke of Ling to the back of his horse and dragged him three laps around the training ground—the Duke nearly took the case to the Emperor. By sixteen, he was openly defying his father, talking back, and even resorting to violence—one kick from him sent many insolent servants coughing up blood.
With such a formidable reputation, the matrons couldn’t help but shrink their necks.
This was exactly the effect Minglan wanted. She said coolly, "Let me say this in advance: even if you think I’m young and thin-skinned, hesitant to discipline old-timers, you should still consider the Marquis. If I ever find myself at a loss, I’ll have no choice but to consult him."
The threat worked effectively, and the matrons retreated obediently.
Holding her belly, Minglan looked up at the ceiling. She dared not do too much needlework or reading for fear of straining her eyes. Though there were some evening entertainments now, she still felt bored. At times like these, the most suitable activity was playing mahjong—it wasn’t too physically taxing and exercised the mind. Unfortunately, to maintain her dignified image, Minglan resisted the urge stubbornly.
What was most infuriating was Little Shen. Under the pretext of praying for a son and visiting ten temples for blessings, she had persuaded her mother-in-law to go out. With spring in full bloom and the weather growing warmer each day, Old Madam Zheng, who had been convalescing at home for a long time, began to wonder how many days she had left and felt an itch to go out. General Zheng and his wife were extremely filial; seeing their usually quiet and unassuming mother express a desire for an outing, they were determined to fulfill her wish. Thus, Little Shen, under the guise of accompanying her mother-in-law, happily went out to enjoy herself.
If she had just gone by herself, it would have been one thing, but knowing full well that Minglan was bored to tears, Little Shen deliberately sent messages to taunt her. One moment it was, "The mountain stream water is wonderful! I’ll bring back a basket of sour fruits for you—crisp and fragrant!" The next, "The scenery here is breathtaking! Standing atop the mountain, I almost felt like soaring with the peaks!"—and this semi-literate even wrote the wrong character! It should be "soaring with the wind"!
Minglan grew increasingly irritated, seriously considering whether to cut ties with this half-illiterate!
Thankfully, her natal family cared for her. About seven or eight days later, Madam Wang arrived with her new daughter-in-law, Madam Liu, along with Hualan. Minglan greeted them with unprecedented enthusiasm, only to find Madam Wang’s face dark with anger.After Minglan invited her to take the seat of honor, she turned to observe the young woman standing nearby. The woman wore a bright red Hundred Butterflies Through Flowers Silver Rat Thin Satin Jacket, paired with a pale peony-red Ten Thousand Blessings Character Pleated Skirt edged with two-finger-wide black velvet trim. Her jet-black hair was neatly combed into a round chignon, adorned properly with a Pure Gold Five Phoenixes Facing the Sun Large Hairpin, and large pearl earrings dangled from her ears.
How to put it? It was a very proper attire, flawless from head to toe—a very proper person, from her standing posture to the angle of her downcast gaze, all perfect as if straight out of a textbook. But as for her appearance... Minglan had seen her before, and now, upon closer inspection, she realized Xiaotao's observation was correct. Though she had an air of dignity and refinement, she did look rather... well, rather "prosperous and peaceful."
"This must be the new sister-in-law. I ought to have visited you first, yet I've made you trouble yourself," Minglan said after paying respects to Madam Wang, quickly urging Madam Liu to sit. Meanwhile, Hualan had already unceremoniously taken a seat herself.
"Sixth Sister, please don't say such things," Madam Liu's voice was pleasant, calm and elegant. "We're all family here, no need to speak of trouble. In your current condition, it's only right."
Danju, unable to bear seeing Minglan holding her belly while still being too lively, hurried over to help her sit down. Minglan had already noticed something amiss with Madam Wang. At such a time, one couldn't comment on her "good complexion" or merely exchange pleasantries. After a moment's thought, she quickly added, "You seem to have lost weight, Madam. You must have been overworked lately. You should take good care of yourself. Eldest Brother and Eldest Sister-in-law are away, and they'd surely worry if they knew." She accompanied this with a slight frown, appropriately conveying concern and worry.
Hualan silently praised Minglan's eloquence, while Madam Liu couldn't help but glance at her again. Madam Wang's expression indeed softened as she calmed down: "You're such a sensible child. These days... ah, let's not talk about it. Nothing seems to go right." After saying this, she shot a cold glare at Madam Liu.
Madam Liu remained as still as a clay statue. Minglan quickly stepped in, engaging Madam Wang in cheerful conversation. Hualan seemed somewhat helpless, only chiming in with a few words, while Madam Liu remained largely silent. The atmosphere had been tolerable, but Madam Wang couldn't go three sentences without venting her grievances, veiling criticisms and sarcasm directed at Madam Liu: "Some daughters-in-law are as docile as kittens, while others have the misfortune to bring home a wildcat—ignorant of rules and utterly lifeless..."
Seeing Madam Wang at it again, Hualan hurriedly interjected, "Mother, please don't be like this. Isn't your granddaughter enough to keep you busy? Watch her grow day by day, and don't fuss over trivial matters. Since Brother entrusted his daughter to you, you should at least teach her to recognize a few characters and recite a couple of poems. Look how well-behaved and sensible Quange is under Old Madam's care—he's already learning to hold a brush and trace characters with proper form. You should learn from that!"
Hualan's words only fueled Madam Wang's anger further. She slammed the table forcefully: "Fine, fine! So all of you are right, and I'm the only one making unreasonable fuss! Enough! I've visited today, Minglan. Take good care of yourself, and don't end up like your unfortunate fifth sister, who gave birth to a daughter and now suffers daily humiliation! I won't be visiting your mother-in-law either—you can pass the message for me. We're leaving."Minglan quickly rose to persuade her to stay, but Madam Wang insisted on leaving. Hualan couldn't help saying, "Mother, why don't you and sister-in-law return first? I'll stay a while longer." Madam Wang glared, "Stay? Your sister still needs to rest and recuperate."
Hualan sighed, "Mother, I'm returning to the Yuan residence, which isn't on your way. Besides, I haven't seen Sixth Sister for many days. Can't we sisters have a few more words? Later I'll pay respects to Grand Old Madam to avoid criticism."
After all, it was her own daughter. Though Madam Wang's tone was sharp, she permitted it and left in a whirlwind, with Madam Liu silently following behind. Minglan stared in astonishment—such fiery temper, could it be menopause?
Only after everyone had left did Minglan quickly pull Hualan into the inner room, settling comfortably with fragrant tea and snacks.
Hualan gazed at Minglan's belly and smiled, "Seeing you so radiant puts my mind at ease. Old Madam always worried you were skin and bones." Minglan fretfully stroked her stomach, "I just hope I don't get too fat—what if I can't slim back down?" Hualan laughed and scolded, "You vain thing, still thinking about looks at a time like this."
After the sisters exchanged pleasantries, Minglan couldn't contain her curiosity and pressed, "What exactly happened? Why is Mother so angry?"
Hualan took a sip of tea and sighed, "Don't mention it. Lately, Mother has been hitting walls everywhere. First, Fifth Sister gave birth to a daughter, and she constantly worries Fifth Sister suffers in her husband's home, making frequent trips to the Wen family to throw her weight around. The first couple times were fine, but then Old Madam Wen actually said, 'Why should a mere girl be so precious as to need two wet nurses? It's not her silver being spent—why should she comment!'"
Minglan nodded repeatedly, fully engaged. Hualan continued, "But after all, Fifth Sister has to live with the Wens. A word or two is fine, but Mother is too..." She struggled for a word, "...going too often, each time lecturing Old Madam Wen..." Minglan frowned slightly, "That's not good. Over time, even if Fifth Brother-in-law has the best temper, he'll inevitably grow displeased."
"Exactly!" Hualan bit fiercely into a fragrant, warm millet cake. "Old Madam sensed something amiss and promptly summoned Mother to admonish her, leaving Mother feeling terribly wronged. Then, with Third Brother's wedding, Father kept feeling Mother wasn't putting her heart into the preparations, repeatedly embarrassing her in front of the stewards." Minglan quickly said, "Father is overthinking it—how could Mother do such a thing!" In front of someone's own daughter, even if it were true, one shouldn't say it.
Unexpectedly, Hualan was quite fair: "It's not that Father is making baseless accusations. Mother's in low spirits and can't help taking it out on other matters."Minglan remained silent, not responding. Hualan continued, "Then the new sister-in-law entered the household. To be fair, this sister-in-law is quite decent. From the second day after the wedding, she obediently followed Mother's rules. Mother has a bad temper and sometimes speaks harshly, but sister-in-law endured it without uttering a single word of retort. For two consecutive days, she was made to hold a water basin and stand at the door to serve, and she did so without complaint. The courtyard was windy and cold, but she stood when told to stand and knelt when told to kneel. Sigh... Mother really... Everyone inside and outside the household can only say how virtuous and filial sister-in-law is, while Mother, as the mother-in-law, appears too harsh and unkind, lacking any maternal compassion."
What followed, Minglan didn't need to guess—someone must have intervened. "Father or Old Madam?"
"It was Father," Hualan pursed her lips. "Father and Liu Daren have always been on good terms. Back then, Father guaranteed that the young daughter-in-law would be treated well. But now, Mother is tormenting her like this... Isn't this slapping Father in the face? Father endured it for several days, but Mother has recently become just like my mother-in-law, with a terrible temper. They had a huge argument, and even other matters were brought up. Mother even withheld food, clothing, and expenses from sister-in-law's courtyard. Sigh... I rushed to mediate, but it was no use."
Minglan was silent for a long moment before letting out a soft sigh. "What happened after that?"
"Father discussed it with Old Madam. From now on, sister-in-law will have full authority over matters in her courtyard. Her food, clothing, and expenses will be drawn directly from the general accounts, bypassing Mother. They initially wanted to exempt her from following the rules altogether, but sister-in-law insisted on going to Mother's place every morning to serve."
Hualan's tone was bitter, unsure whether she felt sympathy for her birth mother or frustration at her stubbornness. "Because Mother has been angry these past few days, she originally refused to bring sister-in-law to visit you. I volunteered to take on the task, but Old Madam got angry, saying how could a married young lady lead the new daughter-in-law out? It's not as if the Sheng family has no one left, so she insisted that Mother must come. And now, Mother is upset with Old Madam again!"
This time, Minglan didn't even bother sighing. The greatest tragedy of Madam Wang's life was that both her enemies and allies were more skilled than her. Her enemies were of a higher caliber, often easily defeating her, while her allies were too capable, often looking down on her and unwilling to communicate with her.
"I have a few Heart-Clearing Pills here..."
Unexpectedly, Hualan waved her hand. "It's no use. Do you think Father hasn't made Mother take medicine? She takes it intermittently, and it hasn't shown any effect yet." As her biological daughter, even she couldn't stand Madam Wang's current temper—it was truly frighteningly irritable.
"What can be done then?" Minglan was worried about Old Madam, hoping she wouldn't be angered.
Hualan sighed helplessly. "What can we do? I've consulted the physician. We can only hope this phase passes quickly. Then we can properly administer medicine and share some happy news with Mother. I suppose she'll get better."
"What happy news could there be?" Minglan asked worriedly.
"What else could there be? It's just that Consort Lin has been causing trouble repeatedly at the manor. After suffering several hardships, she's finally worn herself out. Now she's practicing vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist scriptures, and she's aged terribly. Also, Fourth Sister still hasn't conceived."
Minglan's curiosity was instantly ignited. Her current social circle was entirely different, and she hadn't heard any news about Mo Lan for a long time. Without mentioning her own mother's irritable temper, Hualan perked up and began to elaborate."...Isn't your aunt on good terms with Marquis Yongchang's Wife? Since Wenying considers her my sister, she often shares what she hears with me."
That Minglan remained childless couldn't entirely be blamed on her—there were underlying reasons.
Wan Chun'ge was quite cunning. Though she had given birth to a daughter that year, Liang Han still doted on her, and she became pregnant again a few months later. Minglan had no choice but to reuse her old tactics, this time with greater intensity. Putting on a show of virtuousness, she showered Chun'ge with lavish tonics and nourishing foods. By the time Chun'ge went into labor, the fetus had grown too large due to excessive nourishment. After two days and nights of agonizing screams and suffering, the baby was finally delivered but had already suffocated to death. Eldest Sister-in-law Liang suspected Minglan of foul play and raised a fierce uproar, but no matter how they investigated, they found no evidence. All the nourishing items were of the highest quality, and even the imperial physician confirmed there was nothing wrong with the food.
Eldest Sister-in-law had no choice but to drop the matter, but this incident gave Second Madam Liang leverage. The conflict between the illegitimate eldest branch and the legitimate second branch of the Liang family had been long-standing. Minglan, sharp-eyed and quick-witted, seized the opportunity. She tearfully pleaded with Liang Han for a letter of divorce, claiming she had been nothing but sincere toward Concubine Chun'ge, with her devotion clear as day, yet she was unjustly suspected and slandered. She declared she no longer wished to live and, to avoid burdening her husband's family, would take her own life as soon as she received the divorce letter.
Though Liang Han held deep affection for Chun'ge, he also respected and cared for his lawful wife. Seeing that Minglan had conducted herself flawlessly since entering the household, with her elegant beauty and understanding nature, he grew dissatisfied with his eldest sister-in-law and even suspected Chun'ge of complaining to her maternal cousin. The matter eventually reached Marquis Yongchang, who sternly reprimanded the illegitimate eldest daughter-in-law and imposed punishments. Considering Minglan's virtuousness and the rising influence of the Sheng family, he instructed Marchioness Liang to comfort her thoroughly.
With this battle, the legitimate branch of the Liang family achieved a decisive victory. Second Madam Liang grew closer to Minglan, and Madam Liang also became much more amiable. As a reward, she personally advised Liang Han that he should prioritize having a legitimate son. Until then, the bedroom servants and concubines should take Contraceptive Decoction.
"Isn't this quite good?" Minglan asked, puzzled. She had always believed that with Mo Lan's cunning and abilities, she wouldn't fare too poorly in general.
Hualan shot her a glance and continued the story.
If you strike at a snake but fail to kill it... Before Minglan could catch her breath, Chun'ge had already adjusted her mindset, focused on recuperating, dressed impeccably, and stormed back into the battle for favor with overwhelming force. The advantage was that she had suffered greatly during childbirth, and her beauty was far from its former glory; moreover, she likely found it difficult to conceive again. The disadvantage was that she unexpectedly adopted a delicate and vulnerable demeanor, which quickly won Liang Han's pity.
With a ginseng slice in her mouth to maintain her composure, Minglan forced a smile and, with a skill surpassing even seasoned procuresses, frequently introduced beautiful young women to her husband. Liang Han was not a man of strong will; no matter how devoted he was to his first love, he couldn't resist being dazzled by the array of new faces—today it was Little Red, tomorrow Little Jade, the day after Little Yellow—creating a scene of unrestrained flirtation. Concubine Chun'ge's heart shattered into pieces, but she had no choice but to retreat to a secondary position.
Minglan's methods were formidable, but they came at a cost—while she succeeded in diluting Chun'ge's favor, she also filled the household with a flock of charming women, leaving her husband with little time to spend in her own quarters. Thus, she remained childless to this day.In Minglan's view, Molan's strategic approach was quite sound. What was most dangerous about men was when they developed genuine feelings. As long as true affection wasn't involved, with etiquette and family rules imposed from above, those maids and bedroom servants were merely fleeting clouds—once played with and indulged, they would be cast aside. As the principal wife, Molan shouldn't face any real danger. But Chun'e was not only Liang Han's beloved woman but also a noble concubine of decent background, making it a double trouble. Aiming the gun at her first was certainly not wrong.
"Fortunately, the Liang family has numerous descendants. I suppose it wouldn't matter if Fourth Sister doesn't conceive for a while."
Hualan curled her lips and said wistfully, "It's only a matter of these few years; surely we won't wait seven or eight years. Ah, if it weren't for Consort Lin back then... Never mind, she is our sister after all. Seeing her struggle in the Liang family now, I don't feel good about it either."
Minglan listened and nodded, then after a while, slowly tilted her head and stared at Hualan with a slight smile. Based on her understanding of Hualan, although she sometimes enjoyed others' misfortunes, loved to be domineering, and was a bit self-centered, at her core, she was truly a decent and upright person. She used to hate Molan intensely, yet now she actually felt pity and sympathy for her—there must be something wrong!
Hualan felt unnerved by her stare and scolded, "What are you looking at, little girl!"
Minglan deliberately drew out her tone, speaking slowly, "Lately, I've had some free time and read a couple of books on physiognomy. Today, observing your complexion, sister, your forehead glows red, your cheeks shine with radiance, yet there's a hint of clouded aura—surely something wonderful has happened? ... Do tell, do tell, so your little sister can share in the joy."
Hualan listened to her nonsense but couldn't help the corners of her mouth curling upward. Her face was full of spring breezes, her entire figure plump and delicate, exuding a mature charm. With a smile on her lips, she said, "You little imp, you've hit the mark. There has been something good lately. First, our family's Concubine Zhang is with child."
Minglan looked utterly bewildered: "Did brother-in-law take another concubine?" What was there to be happy about?
"You forgetful thing, it's my father-in-law's concubine!" Hualan nearly shouted.
Minglan's eardrums vibrated from the yell, then she suddenly understood. "Then Auntie—oh, your mother-in-law, she..."
Hualan couldn't contain her joy, biting her lip hard. "My mother-in-law has been making a fuss, but this is different. She can bully her daughter-in-law, but she can't lay a hand on a pregnant concubine! First, my father-in-law wouldn't let her get away with it, then the clan's elderly aunts, grandaunts, and a whole crowd of relatives came day after day—some scolding, some lecturing, some persuading. Now my mother-in-law is too busy with her own troubles, scheming all day with Eldest Sister-in-law..." The Yuan family's assets weren't plentiful, and with the eldest branch's share being diluted, the Yuan family's eldest son and his wife were indeed getting restless.
Minglan also took some wicked pleasure in this for a while, then grew puzzled again: "Is that all? This made you so happy?"
"Not just that." Hualan was immensely proud, her cheeks flushing pink. "It's your brother-in-law." She paused, trying to calm her excitement before continuing, "Your brother-in-law has taken a liking to an estate in the outskirts of the capital. The location is excellent, the land and water are prosperous, so he wanted to buy it."
Minglan clapped her hands: "Acquiring property is a good thing."
"It is a good thing, but unfortunately, we don't have enough silver."
Though Hualan spoke of lacking money, her expression was tender. She said softly, "Earlier this year, your brother-in-law went on business beyond the pass and tamed an extremely spirited horse. He loved it like his own life and wouldn't let anyone else touch it. But this time, he gritted his teeth and sold that horse, then gathered some more funds at home to buy that estate. I was also puzzled—why had your brother-in-law changed his nature? But then he handed the land deed to me and said he had promised to restore my dowry, piece by piece! It turns out he had been privately investigating suitable farms for quite some time!" Her eyes shone, her fingers trembling slightly, excitement and joy nearly overflowing.
Minglan let out a soft "ah," then praised loudly, "Brother-in-law truly honors his word!"
Hualan was sweetly intoxicated, her eyes slightly moist. "He said that only now does he truly understand. Parents belong to all their children, brothers have their own families, but only I and our children are the ones who truly care for him alone. If he doesn't stand with me, who else can he stand with? Your brother-in-law also said he would never let me suffer grievances again. He wants me to live in peace and comfort from now on."
Minglan was left speechless. Was this still that taciturn and upright elder brother-in-law Yuanwenshao? He could actually say such heartwarming words—even she was moved. "This is truly wonderful. Eldest sister, your ten years of hardship have not been in vain."Hualan took out a handkerchief to dab the corners of her eyes, choking back sobs as she said, "I only hoped sincerity would be met with sincerity. I treated him with utter devotion, hoping he wouldn't betray that trust. Now it seems..." She broke down, unable to continue.
Minglan suddenly viewed the woman before her in a new light, filled with immense admiration. To successfully reeducate a filial son as upright and stern as Yuanwenshao, pulling him back from the brink of blind obedience—this was truly no easy feat! Throughout this long struggle, Hualan had persevered unyieldingly, remaining consistent in her principles without ever becoming psychologically warped, ultimately triumphing over her malicious mother-in-law. It was truly moving and commendable.
"...When I went to Rulan's place, I advised her the same way. One must never let their heart grow crooked. Treat your husband well, be filial to elders, and kind to sisters-in-law and brothers. After all, everyone has a heart of flesh. My brother-in-law is a sensible man—he's bound to cherish her."
Wiping her tears intermittently, Hualan spoke haltingly. Minglan inwardly chuckled; Rulan hated nothing more than being lectured, especially in Hualan's scolding tone. She probably was feeling quite frustrated right now.
Setting down her handkerchief, Hualan whispered with heartfelt happiness and determination, "I don't hope for much else now. Your brother-in-law said that in a few years he might be assigned an external post. Then we can take the children and live freely outside, enjoying a perfect family life. Until then, no matter how much my mother-in-law bullies me or how many tricks Eldest Sister-in-law plays, I can endure it."
Originally just looking to hear some gossip for amusement, Minglan found herself unexpectedly receiving a life lesson. She fell into deep reflection: Had she been insufficiently sincere with Gu Tingye? Often, when facing situations, her first thought was of her own gains and losses, with Gu Tingye coming second. But how reliable is a man's love compared to loving oneself? What if the man proves unreliable? Wouldn't that mean losing everything?
Is this kind of thinking too selfish?
Or perhaps self-love and selfishness aren't equivalent—but in relationships between men and women, how does one properly navigate that boundary?
Minglan sank into contemplation. This was a matter of guiding principles, and a serious one at that.
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