The Story of Ming Lan

The next morning, after sending the two girls off to school, Minglan finally ordered breakfast to be served. A young mother's morning was always busy, but because her parents had been preoccupied with their own intimate affairs the previous night, the little chubby boy had waited in vain for attention. Puffing out his belly in frustration, he had thrown a tantrum with his wet nurse and refused to sleep until late, so now he was sleeping soundly.

With this sudden morning leisure, Minglan felt listless. Biting her spoon, she poked the soft fried cake in front of her with chopsticks until it resembled a honeycomb. The congee in her bowl had cooled slightly, yet she hadn't finished it. Just then, a visitor was announced from outside, snapping Minglan out of her daze. She quickly rose to her feet.

"...What a rare guest! Fifth Sister, I've been hoping you'd come. Please, take a seat. Eldest Sister visits often, so no need for formalities."

Minglan stared in surprise at the dazzlingly transformed Rulan. Though it was only early winter with barely any chill, Rulan was already dressed in a bright red silver-marten satin jacket embroidered with butterflies among flowers. Her elaborate double-winged phoenix chignon was weighed down by a large filigree gold hairpin inlaid with a ruby, while emerald green jade earrings dangled noisily from her ears. A pair of heavy gold bracelets embedded with pearls adorned her wrists, making the entire room shimmer with her jeweled radiance.

Collecting herself, Minglan hastily instructed her maids to fetch tribute tea for the guests.

Rulan pouted lightly. "You're the esteemed Marquess' wife—I wouldn't dare ask you to visit my humble abode, so I had to come myself." Minglan raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Wasn't it you who told me last time to visit less? You said it would save you the trouble of dealing with your mother-in-law and sisters-in-law." Rulan retorted as swiftly as ever, "I was just being polite, and you took it seriously, using it against me now." Minglan didn't hold back: "Oh, stop it. You swore it was genuine back then." The sisters bantered with familiar ease.

Hualan quickly intervened, "Both of you, stop it! You haven't even sat down and you're already bickering! How old are you? You're both mothers now, yet you're still like little girls." She turned to a young matron behind Rulan and said, "Xique, quickly, bring Gui Jie'er over for her Sixth Aunt to see... And Danju, don't just stand there—have someone bring Tuan Ge'er over. Oh, poor dears, these little cousins haven't met yet."

Rulan reluctantly sat down, gesturing for Xique to bring the child over. Minglan smiled and also took her seat.

Compared to Hualan, Rulan hardly ever visited the Gu residence. When invited to her home, she would complain that her own house was too shabby and feared comparisons, so she didn't want Minglan to visit often. Yet, when invited to Clear Garden, the grandeur of the marquess' estate and its luxurious furnishings made her uncomfortable, stirring a sour feeling in her throat—a rather subtly conflicted mindset.

Xique took the child from the matron behind her. The little girl had quite a temper and declared loudly, "I'll walk by myself." Xique smiled and supported her as she toddled over, swaying like a little duck. Though her steps were a bit unsteady, she walked steadily. Remarkably, faced with so many strangers, she showed neither fear nor shyness, carrying herself with natural poise.

Since Rulan had brought her daughter unannounced today, Minglan was unprepared. Smiling, she shot a meaningful glance at Danju, who understood and went inside to fetch a brand-new bright red pouch. She placed a warm, precious white jade toad inside it, thought for a moment, then added a string of small gold ingots. Carrying them on a small crabapple-filled lacquer tray, she headed out.At this moment, Minglan had already settled onto a small stool with the little girl in her arms, asking gently, "You're so pretty—what's your name?" The child was delicate and fair-skinned, with a crimson mole the size of a red bean gracing her forehead. Sitting primly on the stool, she looked as adorable as a clay doll. Clearly and distinctly, she replied, "My name is Gui Jie'er."

Minglan stroked the girl's tender, delicate cheek and took an object handed over by Danju, saying kindly, "This is for you to play with." The well-behaved child tilted her head to glance at her mother, Rulan, and only after receiving a nod did she extend her jade-like little hands to accept it, mumbling sweetly, "Thank you, Sixth Aunt." Her childish voice was utterly endearing, and Minglan, fond of her, called for someone to bring her some treats. She then asked whom she usually played with, what foods she liked, and what activities she enjoyed. Though Gui Jie'er struggled to form long sentences, her enunciation was remarkably clear.

"After all, they're cousins. This child somewhat resembles Zhuang Jie'er—so well-behaved and sensible," Minglan remarked with a sigh, turning her head.

Hualan, blowing on her tea, couldn't help but sigh. "When Zhuang Jie'er was this age, my life was tough, and her grandmother didn't treat her well. She had to learn to be clever out of necessity. How could she compare to this child, who's cherished like a treasure by her parents, pampered by the whole household, and never underestimated by her grandmother or aunts? Yet she's still so polite and gracious." She shook her head repeatedly.

Over there, Rulan was showering Tuan Ge'er with kisses on his chubby cheeks. Hearing this, she looked up and chided, "Listen to Eldest Sister! My mother-in-law is anything but easy to deal with—nickel-and-diming me every day, trying to squeeze as much as she can from me. If I weren't vigilant, who knows how much I'd have left... Oh, this little one, still sleeping? Even all this commotion hasn't woken him."

Having given birth to a daughter herself, Rulan adored boys, finding Tuan Ge'er's sturdy, robust features entirely different from the delicate fineness of girls. Holding him felt heavy and solid, like a soft yet weighty counterweight—both burdensome and reassuring.

Minglan laughed. "He was fussing all night and hardly slept, so now he's catching up on his rest."

Tuan Ge'er slept soundly; no matter how he was shifted about, he simply tilted his head and slumbered on. Hualan leaned over to look and couldn't help chuckling at the sight of the plump, fair baby sleeping deeply in his bright red swaddling clothes, lolling about comically. "This child is certainly steady. My two boys wake at the slightest movement—the nannies say such boys are hard to raise, needing constant attention."

When married women gather, their conversations inevitably revolve around a few topics, and Minglan was no exception. After the wet nurse took Tuan Ge'er away and Xiaotao led Gui Jie'er off to play, the three sisters closed the door and chatted at length about child-rearing and household matters. As they spoke, Minglan kept glancing over, noting Rulan's luxurious attire and rosy complexion—clear signs she was doing well.

Yet, she still couldn't surpass Hualan.

This mother of three, nearing thirty, seemed to grow more radiant with time. Her skin glowed, her lips held a spring-like softness, and an undeniable charm lingered in her eyes and brows. It's often said that a woman's thirties are a watershed: if this transition isn't navigated well, she may rapidly decline toward dryness and aging, but if managed properly, she can bloom like an eternal flower, growing ever more fragrant with depth.In a simple white jacket embroidered with indigo floral clusters and a plain pleated skirt, without any visible jewelry, Hualan appeared radiant and luminous, outshining Rulan, who was adorned with pearls and gems, by several streets.

"...Not just her nose and eyes, this girl resembles her father in every way. She learns characters and songs after being taught just twice. Alas, she's clever but hasn't inherited a single trait from me, which is quite frustrating." After saying all that needed to be said and as the conversation was winding down, Hualan interrupted Rulan's nth boastful display: "Enough already, let's get to the main matter."

Though interrupted, Rulan wasn't angry; instead, her face lit up with even greater pride as she turned to Minglan: "Your brother-in-law is likely to be assigned an outpost." Minglan was taken aback and, without thinking, blurted out: "Is it to Fujian?" This time, it was Rulan's turn to be stunned: "How did you know?" Minglan quickly recovered, waving her hand with a laugh: "I heard the Marquis mention that a minor corruption case recently emerged in Fujian. The Emperor has dismissed many officials, so there must be plenty of vacancies now."

Hualan gave Minglan a surprised look: "Your husband tells you everything." Minglan retorted with a playful pout: "Oh? And what does your husband keep from you, Eldest Sister?" Hualan shot her a mock glare: "Imp!"

Currently, the conflicts in the Lianghuai official circles had reached a boiling point. The two factions were fully engaged in a fierce struggle, darkening the skies. As is often the case in such battles, when the main front reaches a stalemate, collateral casualties tend to emerge elsewhere. The recently dismissed Provincial Administration Commissioner of Fujian was a prime example. Having served in Fujian for many years, his relatives and disciples were widely implicated—a major casualty dragging down many minor ones, stirring up a storm in the Minnan officialdom.

Unable to conceal her joy at the prospect of leaving her mother-in-law and managing her own household independently, Rulan exclaimed: "It's likely Fujian, though it's not yet confirmed. But no matter—Eldest Brother and Eldest Sister-in-law endured that remote place, so I can grit my teeth and get through it too."

Minglan offered sincere congratulations: "Being able to travel and see the sights of distant lands is a wonderful opportunity. Fifth Sister, I congratulate you in advance."

Delighted, Rulan accepted the praise graciously and said with a smile: "It's thanks to everyone's blessings. I'll bring you some local specialties from Minnan." Then, wrinkling her nose playfully, she added, "Luckily, your brother-in-law is resolute. Otherwise, that old..." Catching Hualan's sharp glare, she quickly corrected herself: "My mother-in-law wanted me to stay and serve her!"

Minglan bit her lip lightly and teased mischievously: "Brother-in-law is indeed thoughtful. How could he separate from Fifth Sister before she even bears a son?" Blushing with shyness, Rulan laughed and playfully hit Minglan. Hualan joined in the banter: "Now you see the advantage of having a daughter? If it were a son, either your mother-in-law would insist on keeping the eldest daughter-in-law or the grandmother would demand to keep the eldest grandson!"

Rulan protested coyly: "When did I ever say Guijie wasn't good? Sister, really!"

"Don't go spreading this news," Rulan warned Minglan after the laughter subsided, tugging at her collar repeatedly. "It's not confirmed yet. If it falls through, we'll become a laughingstock!" Minglan nodded vigorously like a woodpecker until Rulan finally released her. Rulan then turned to glare at her elder sister: "Eldest Sister, you mustn't tell anyone either! Your brother-in-law says we must act prudently in all matters."Hualan deliberately didn't answer, instead teasing with a laugh: "Tsk tsk tsk, what remarkable skills our brother-in-law possesses! Just like suppressing the Monkey King under Five Elements Mountain, even our unruly fifth sister has become so obedient now?!"

Rulan flushed with embarrassment and irritation, looking ready to pounce again. Minglan quickly grabbed her arm, coaxing repeatedly: "Don't mind Eldest Sister—she's utterly detestable! Lately, she's been flaunting her newlywed bliss with her husband to mock us younger sisters!" Good heavens, Danju with her straightforward nature had served the guest tea set with the newly arrived top-grade porcelain from Songxi Imperial Kiln—the only complete set in the entire mansion. If Rulan were to recklessly break a few pieces in her temper, Minglan wouldn't even know where to cry about it.

Seeing her younger sister genuinely angered, Hualan finally came forward with a smile to placate her: "Alright, alright, don't be mad at your sister. Yesterday, your brother-in-law managed to get some fresh mushrooms from beyond the passes—they're wonderfully flavorful whether in soup or dishes. I'll have some sent over for you to try later."

Only when her elder sister yielded did Rulan reluctantly relax her stance. But Minglan recalled something and questioned doubtfully: "Huh? Wasn't Brother-in-law just accompanying the Grand Imperial Stables registrar three days ago to select horses for the Five City Garrison? How is he back so soon?" Mere three days prior, Hualan had visited with the lovesick expression of a young wife lamenting the "pain of separation."

"It's nothing really—your brother-in-law returned briefly last night." Hualan tried her best to appear nonchalant. Even someone as naive as Rulan could sense something amiss: "Is the Grand Imperial Stables' pasture that close to the capital?"

Hualan smiled radiantly, her fair complexion tinged with rosy blush as she whispered: "Some merchants from beyond the passes were trading there. Your brother-in-law thought those mushrooms were particularly superior, so he purchased some to send back."

Minglan understood perfectly but deliberately remarked in an exaggerated tone: "He could have just sent a servant to deliver them. Why make the trip himself?"

"That's what I said too, but your brother-in-law..." Hualan was both bashful and proud, though being naturally straightforward, she spoke openly, "He rode through the night to come. We barely exchanged a few words before he had to rush back, worried about delaying his duties." As she spoke, she chuckled to herself.

"He traveled for hours on horseback just to see you?" Rulan found it unbelievable, "Has Brother-in-law never seen you before?"

Hualan's voice floated as if drifting on clouds, barely audible: "He said... suddenly, he just wanted to see me..."

Having heard similar stories before, Minglan calmly sipped her tea while studying the ceiling—Hualan was indeed Madam Wang's daughter, her boastful nature impossible to erase. Also, middle-aged romance was indeed like an old house catching fire—utterly uncontrollable. This couple, married for nearly ten years, had suddenly plunged into turbulent love, representing a rather rare case of spontaneous large-scale combustion.

Rulan, however, was witnessing this for the first time and stared in stunned disbelief. When Madam Wang had previously complained to her youngest daughter about Hualan's various improper behaviors, she'd thought her mother was being unreasonable. Now she understood. Truth be told, Hualan's current lovesick demeanor—completely oblivious to others, utterly absorbed in her own world—was rather punch-worthy.

"Your brother-in-law and I are an affectionate couple too, but we're nothing like Eldest Sister! How embarrassing!" Rulan pondered briefly before questioning further, "Then why are you still arranging concubines for Brother-in-law?"Hualan shot her a sideways glance: "Your brother-in-law often travels beyond the passes. With the bitter cold and freezing weather, wouldn't it be terrible if there's no one to warm his meals and fetch hot water? I'd only feel at ease if we select an honest and dutiful one to accompany him on the road and attend to his needs. Not everyone is as jealous as you! The moment you heard your husband wanted to take a bedroom servant, you rushed out crying in the rain despite your pregnancy. Luckily, you have a strong constitution, or something terrible could have happened!"

"Oh, there was such a thing?!" Minglan perked up immediately—gossip was here!

Rulan, embarrassed and angry, retorted: "Don't listen to her nonsense!"

The three sisters bantered and jostled, pushing and pulling each other, laughing and playing for quite a while. Minglan then invited out Madam Shao, arranged a table of dishes, warmed some fine wine, and the four women ate, drank, and laughed together. It wasn't until half-past the hour of the Sheep that Hualan and Rulan rose to take their leave. Guijie was already exhausted, lying on Xique's back, constantly rubbing her eyes with little fists.

Once the sisters were in the carriage, Hualan quickly leaned back against the cushions. These past few days, she had been so happy that she had drunk quite a bit. Now, with the alcohol taking effect, she began to ramble: "Little sister, listen to your elder sister's advice. When you go with your husband to his post outside, you must stick to your duties and not meddle in official matters. You were still young then and didn't know, but Mother suffered greatly in this regard. She listened to sweet talk, accepted favors, and pressured Father to do this and that..."

Rulan leaned against the carriage wall, swaying gently with the rhythm of the wheels, as if already asleep: "Sister, don't worry, I won't follow Mother's old path." These words were very, very soft, and it was unclear whether Hualan heard them or not.

...

Madam Shao, having been lonely and desolate for so long, suddenly found herself in the midst of liveliness. Hualan and Rulan, being cheerful and talkative by nature, made this drinking gathering thoroughly enjoyable. She kept repeating, 'Your Sheng family's young ladies are truly beyond compare, do invite them over often,' and so on.

Minglan smiled and accompanied the half-drunk Madam Shao on a walk to sober up before returning to her own room. There, she found Tuan Ge'er lying on the kang, wide awake with big eyes staring upward. Minglan really wanted to pretend she hadn't seen him and quickly turn around for her nap, but the little meatball was sharp-eyed. The moment he saw his mother, he immediately began babbling, stretching out his little arms to be held.

Minglan lay on the bed with her son in her arms, her body reeking of alcohol, yet it didn't seem to deter the little meatball. She had no choice but to pat and tease him while she held him: "You refuse to sleep when you should, and then you sleep soundly when you shouldn't. Your fifth aunt came today, and you didn't even open your eyes. Now that Mother is tired, you're full of energy... Wasn't your little cousin sister pretty? She's so well-behaved, unlike you, you little rascal, so disobedient..."

Remembering the private conversation among sisters earlier, her thoughts slowly drifted.

Perhaps Hualan's perspective was the norm for noblewomen in ancient times—finding a concubine for the husband to help with service and care, thus enhancing one's reputation and displaying status. In these times, taking a few concubines was like buying a carriage; a man of status without a carriage worth over a hundred thousand would be embarrassed to show his face in public. As long as they didn't stand out or cause trouble, it was completely inconsequential. Take Zheng Da Furen, for example. She and Zheng Da Jiangjun were considered a rare harmonious couple, yet there were still two or three concubines and three or five illegitimate children in the household.

The Sheng family was somewhat special.Due to the massive turmoil once stirred by the woman surnamed Lin within the Sheng family, the women of the Sheng household harbored an innate and intense wariness toward the existence of concubines. Those women previously foisted upon them by Madam Yuan had long been thoroughly purged by Hualan, leaving behind only either purely decorative leftovers or those firmly under her control.

Rulan, however, was different from Hualan. She was born and raised during the period when Consort Lin held sway in the Sheng family, able to command wind and rain at will. Her own mother gritted her teeth daily, resembling a witch, while a half-sister of similar age—surpassing her in beauty, talent, and favored by their father and a beloved birth mother—had nearly stripped her, the legitimate daughter, of all glory.

No one knew how deeply the young Rulan had been wounded. Today, as the three sisters gathered, chatting and laughing in utmost comfort, not a single mention was made of Molan, not even by Minglan herself. They were willing to forget, but forgiveness did not come easily.

Yet Rulan was fortunate. After repeated setbacks and reprimands in her youth, she finally learned to temper her temper and—to think. The maid from the Wen family had served Wen Yanjing since childhood. When Rulan became pregnant, Old Madam Wen, using the excuse that her son had no one to attend to him, proposed taking the maid as a bedroom servant—a seemingly logical step.

But Rulan was jolted awake in an instant, realizing it absolutely could not be allowed. A maid who had served since childhood, even if the master had never developed romantic feelings for her, held an undeniable bond from years of companionship. The key point was that she would be difficult to control completely.

Unprecedentedly calm, Rulan did not throw a fit but instead played the sympathy card.

From Madam Wang, Rulan learned that her natal family’s influence could intimidate anyone, even her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law, but it should never be used to pressure her husband. From Consort Lin, she learned to show weakness and appeal to emotions—always appeal to emotions.

Crying in the rain, she presented herself as nothing but a jealous and bewildered young woman, deeply in love with her husband and unable to help herself. Fearful of his changing heart, she was at a loss, forgetting all rules and etiquette, hiding in the rain like a child to weep secretly.

Wen Yanjing was indeed deeply moved, feeling immensely fortunate in three lifetimes and determined not to betray such profound affection. The very next day, he personally arranged for the maid’s marriage. Afterward, even when Rulan selected one of her own maids to serve as a bedroom servant, he did not touch her.

Rulan achieved a great victory in this battle. In her husband’s eyes, she was a deeply loving and virtuous wife who, despite her inner anguish, endured the pain of accepting a concubine for her husband’s care. To outsiders, hadn’t she indeed taken a concubine for her husband? How could she be called a jealous wife?

Old Madam Wen had some minor objections to the new bedroom servant’s appearance, but the matrons and wives who had accompanied Rulan from the Sheng family were no pushovers—taking a concubine was for the sake of progeny and serving the master; health and virtue were paramount. What use was a seductive beauty who could bewitch a man? Why not pick from a brothel? Distracting the young master from his studies and ambitions—what was Old Madam thinking?

The Wen family originally hailed from simple, farming stock. When gossip spread within the clan, even the elderly sisters-in-law and aunts grew indignant (was it easy for the clan to produce a scholar?), all agreeing that Old Madam Wen had lost her senses. Furious, Old Madam Wen had no choice but to back down.

As for a bedroom servant whose contract was held firmly in Rulan’s hands, with her parents and siblings’ lives under Rulan’s control—what trouble could she possibly stir up?!After all these years of trials and tribulations, the reckless girl in her memories—who would flush with anger, clench her fists, yet never outwit her clever half-sister—the clumsy girl who only knew how to act domineeringly, had now gained wisdom and learned to strategize.

Minglan felt a pang of melancholy, as if the most innocent part of her was gradually fading away.

In a patriarchal society, men established countless rules and constraints, molding them into an intricate framework. For women to survive and thrive within it, they had to abandon their original, heaven-given selves. Through repeated polishing and tempering—becoming tactful, coquettish, worldly, or charming—they contorted themselves into shapes that fit this mold.

As these thoughts crossed her mind, Minglan suddenly smiled.

Feeling such deep resentment on behalf of women, Bao Yu would certainly disagree. As a man, he refused to be assimilated, so he could only become a monk. Thinking about it, not only are women like this, but men too—how can they do as they please?

Gu Tingye also severed ties with that fiery and willful Erlang to become the Marquis Gu he is today.

And that gentle, handsome youth who loved using flower petals as bookmarks, who smiled at her in the drizzling spring rain—I heard he’s about to become a father. His actions have grown increasingly seasoned, earning the admiration of several senior officials.

Now, when he passes beneath the drooping blossoms, he probably won’t even pause for a moment. He has ruthlessly cut away the part of himself that was inexperienced, hesitant, and wavering, brushing off the petals that drift onto his shoulders with determination as he strides forward.

The officialdom is like the path of Asura, teeming with demons and monsters. Wading through the fires of hell naked, one either turns to ashes or is tempered into steel...

Waking up groggily, she found herself facing Gu Tingye’s light brown complexion. The sharp ridge of his brow bone resembled the cold edge of a crescent moon, solemn and dark as ink. She didn’t know when he had entered, but he was kneeling on one knee, his arms half encircling her, gazing quietly with deep, profound eyes.

“Did you drink?” The man’s voice was low and resonant, like the sound of her grandmother’s sandalwood wooden fish from her childhood.

Minglan nodded, her head still spinning. Instinctively, she turned and saw the little meatball, exhausted from playing, with his small arms splayed out as if surrendering, sleeping soundly. He had even kicked off one of his thick socks, revealing a chubby little foot.

“What did you dream about that made you cry so sadly?” His fingertips brushed her cheek, damp with moisture.

Minglan stared at the exquisitely carved canopy above the bed and suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of irritation. She turned her back to him and murmured softly, “I forgot...”

Gu Tingye was taken aback for a moment, then pressed against her back, burying his face against her neck. His warm, moist breath brushed her skin. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Minglan didn’t want to talk and curled up like a shrimp. “I’m fine.”

Gu Tingye furrowed his brow, lifted her face with his hand, and persisted, “Your sisters came for a drink. Did they say something that upset you?”

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, Minglan grew increasingly annoyed. She swatted his hand away from her chin and snapped, “Why are you prying? When you come back drunk, do I ever interrogate you endlessly?” When he was troubled, she never bombarded him with questions but simply listened quietly or offered gentle advice. How considerate she was!

Gu Tingye, however, seemed amused. He tightened his arms around her and continued his gentle questioning.

“Did you and your sisters quarrel?”

“No.”

“Did your eldest sister scold you?”

“Marquis, please let me have some peace!”

“Did your fifth sister borrow money and not pay you back?” His voice now carried a hint of laughter.

“You’re so annoying!”

Since when did she cry over someone not repaying a debt! Minglan was so furious her head spun. The alcohol surged upward, clouding her thoughts further. She wished she could kick him right off the bed!

One was trembling with rage, the other was thoroughly amused. In the corner of the bed, the little meatball remained sprawled out like a starfish, his small belly rising and falling rhythmically as he slept soundly, completely unaware of what was happening. Truly, he was born lucky.The couple's quarrel lasted until dusk. Minglan couldn't even recall how she managed dinner before being hastily ushered to bed. After their passionate encounter, Gu Tingye dragged her to bathe, then surprisingly still had energy to bring over their little chubby bundle.

In the deep quiet of night, after the watchman's drum had sounded the second watch, an exhausted Minglan hugged a pillow while watching Gu Tingye cheerfully playing with their son. Having slept too much during the day, Tuan Ge'er was now full of vitality, kicking his little feet with great enthusiasm.

"What exactly made you cry earlier?" He actually remembered.

Now fully alert, Minglan organized her thoughts and answered concisely: "All my sisters have grown up, becoming increasingly polished. Isn't it better than when we were children, recklessly playing and fighting? That was true authenticity."

Gu Tingye removed their son's chubby hand that was about to reach into his mouth, laughing: "Silly girl, people naturally grow up. Do you think only childhood mischief counts as true authenticity?"

He deftly lifted the little chubby bundle in his arms, holding him before Minglan, teasing: "If this little fellow caused trouble every other day - beating the eastern neighbor's son today, slapping the western neighbor's son tomorrow - would you consider that true authenticity?"

The little bundle giggled happily, revealing toothless pink gums with a few newly emerged white spots, completely unaware he was being used as a negative example. Visions of classic spoiled young masters immediately surfaced in Minglan's mind, making her frown delicately: "That would never do!"

"Good that you understand." Gu Tingye tapped Minglan's upturned nose. "True authenticity means doing what should be done, taking appropriate actions, hating evil, and distinguishing right from wrong. Since when does ignorant mischief count as true authenticity?"

Minglan fell silent for a moment, then murmured: "That's not what I meant. I meant not having to hide things, doing what one wants..."

"Don't twist words." Gu Tingye interrupted, lecturing seriously. "People are born ignorant. As they grow, learning principles, understanding right and wrong, and comprehending worldly affairs, they naturally realize many things shouldn't be done. A three-year-old taking others' delicious food finds it amusing, but if a grown man covets others' wealth and demands it, is that true authenticity? Or bluntly mentioning others' hidden ailments without consideration?"

Put this way, even Ximen Qing could be considered authentic - how decisively he stole others' wives. Minglan nodded, feeling much clearer, then suddenly thought of something and asked with suppressed laughter: "So... beating and slapping people - could those be the glorious achievements of the Marquis in his childhood?"

"My humble efforts, you flatter me." Gu Tingye answered without hesitation.

So frank, so brilliant. Minglan rolled her eyes in disappointment.

The baby's energy burst didn't last long. After much kicking and bouncing in his father's strong arms, the little bundle began feeling sleepy. Gu Tingye carefully laid their son flat on the bed, whispering: "Actions teach better than words. Elders must first correct their own conduct before children can learn properly."

Minglan stared blankly for a moment, then immediately regarded him with newfound respect. The man before her suddenly seemed taller. Who says only maternal love is great? Those fathers who quit smoking and drinking early for their children, exercising diligently and saving money - they're remarkable too."Don't overthink things. No matter how slick and worldly people are outside, don't take it to heart." Gu Tingye stroked the little meatball's soft fetal hair, then looked up at Minglan with a steady gaze. "As long as our family is together, with our hearts as one, that's stronger than anything."

Family.

Minglan's eyes grew warm. She lowered her head and softly murmured in agreement.

...

Speculating about the boss's thoughts had almost become Minglan's habit, but lately she couldn't quite figure Gu Tingye out.

When she was docile and gentle, he didn't seem particularly pleased; when she threw tantrums, he didn't get angry either. Several times, when her words and actions were beyond reproach and she handled everything perfectly, he would wear an expression as if she owed him two strings of coins and refused to pay. Other times, when she acted willfully and nearly unreasonable, he would instead patiently and thoughtfully counsel her, coaxing her into happiness.

How strange. Previously, this man had clearly appreciated her profound understanding of righteousness. Had his tastes changed? Did he no longer favor the virtuous and gentle type, instead developing a preference for the willful and intense? Minglan suddenly felt the importance of keeping up with the times.

Time flew by. As the days grew increasingly colder, the under-floor heating system was lit in the rooms. Danju had people bring out various incense burners and warming lanterns from the storeroom, polishing each until they shone before moving them indoors. She personally wiped clean Minglan's favorite enamel five-colored hand warmer and white jade hand warmer.

The sewing department had finished making the manor's new winter clothes. Servants and laborers each received one thick cotton winter jacket, one thin cotton jacket, and two pairs of thick cotton trousers. Upon touching the fragrant, soft cotton and fabric, everyone immediately recognized it as high-quality material, likely costing two or three times more than ordinary winter clothing. The stewards of the outer courtyard and the managerial wives of the inner residence all had custom-made inner and outer satin robes from Xiangyun Zhai, a famous shop in the capital. The maids serving the masters, including the one from Lingding Pavilion, received bright, new silk jackets according to their respective ranks.

Chief steward Hao Dacheng specially came to the courtyard of Jiaxi Residence to express gratitude: "The brothers entrusted me to kowtow to you, Madam." You treat us servants with such generosity, and we all remember it in our hearts. We will definitely work twice as hard in the future."

The assignments around the New Year were the most lucrative. Some time ago, the procurement department had purchased hundreds of jin of silver-thread fine charcoal alone. Minglan had long been keeping her eyes and ears open and, as expected, caught several big rats—some who had embezzled benefits, others who had taken kickbacks. Among them, two had the largest schemes: one had privately withheld many goods meant for the household, while the other had designated specific shops for purchases, daring to bring in any substandard goods and inflating prices to the sky.

The fathers and grandfathers of these two stewards had long been hereditary servants of the Gu family, giving them ample confidence and grand airs. At the slightest slight, they would clamor about 'going to cry to the Grandfather.' Minglan had been laying her net for a long time, waiting precisely for them. Master Tu the Second made light work of it, uncovering everything in two or three moves. Minglan waved her hand, smiling amiably as she ordered their arrest.

The little meatball lying on the kang, thinking something good had happened, opened his big eyes wide. Xiaotao pitifully hugged the little ball—he didn't yet understand his dear mother. Back when Minglan had squatted by the pond, smiling as she waited for the fat fish to bite, she had looked exactly the same. Of course, that fish was still eaten—simmered in soup, braised in soy sauce, fried until crispy...First, confessions were directly demanded. The former family quickly admitted their wrongdoing with a good attitude of repentance. The entire family, young and old, wailed and howled on the ground for a long time, while the elderly patriarch personally took up a stick to severely beat his son, pleading desperately for mercy. Minglan resolved to magnanimously forgive them and generously "bestow grace" upon them—rewarding them with a sum of silver before expelling the entire family from the estate. The other family, however, was sharp-tongued and cunning, feigning honesty and pitifulness while offering excuses with every word. They even dragged out an old madam who had once served Gu Tingye's grandmother, putting on a dramatic display of life-and-death desperation.

It was only after Minglan presented witnesses and evidence that the family, with no room left for argument, finally softened. For such treacherous servants, Minglan showed no further courtesy, addressing both new offenses and past mistakes together. Some were sold off, others beaten or punished. Since the capital was full of gossips and they knew some of the Gu family's internal affairs, Minglan took extra caution to avoid future troubles. Instead of rashly driving them out, she sent them all to work on the manor's farms.

Both families had once been powerful head stewards. One could still open a grocery store outside and purchase a few acres of fertile land to live as a modestly wealthy household. The other, however, was stripped of everything—their belongings and valuables thoroughly confiscated, leaving their future uncertain. These two starkly different punishments, seemingly soft yet firm in reality, sent a shock through the servants and staff of the old estate, making them increasingly wary of underestimating this young mistress of the house.

The colder the weather grew, the more unhappy Tuan Ge'er became. He was currently learning to roll over—his upper body could already twist and turn, and his legs kicked with vigor. Unfortunately, his little bottom was particularly plump and round, weighing him down heavily from behind. His small face would flush bright red, but in the end, he still couldn't complete the roll. Now, with the cold weather and being bundled up tightly, he resembled a chubby little piglet, making movement difficult and doubling the challenge of rolling over.

The little meatball, however, showed remarkable persistence. One day, after huffing and puffing with great effort, his revolution still only succeeded halfway. Coincidentally, Little Shen came to visit, carrying a large basket behind her, saying she had something novel for Minglan to see. It turned out that General Zheng, fearing his beloved wife might grow bored, had specially acquired a recently weaned puppy—no bigger than a palm, with pale yellow fur, faint reddish spots, soft paws, and teeth not yet fully grown. It wobbled its head adorably.

Despite its short legs and small body, the puppy was quite adept at rolling over—one flip, one roll; another flip, two rolls. Tuan Ge'er, who had been watching happily from the kang, suddenly twisted his little mouth at the sight and let out a loud wail, crying so bitterly that Little Shen was startled. Clutching her chest in surprise, she asked, "What's wrong with the child?"

Minglan silently thought—it must be a blow to his self-esteem.

When Gu Tingye returned in the evening, he found his son listless and sullen. When he asked what had happened, Minglan laughingly recounted the story. Unexpectedly, Gu Tingye grew indignant—how could Little Shen do such a thing? It was too hurtful to the child's feelings! She probably didn't mean it.

Minglan: ...Even bystanders get hit by stray bullets.

Little Shen's retribution came swiftly.

Having been startled, she returned home feeling chest tightness and nausea, unable to eat. When the Zheng family summoned a physician, she was diagnosed as two to three months pregnant. General Zheng was overjoyed, beaming like a Maitreya Buddha, while his parents and elder brother and sister-in-law breathed sighs of relief. Little Shen, who had been anxious for years, finally felt her worries settle. Facing the sky, she clasped her hands and bowed repeatedly in gratitude. When the news reached the palace, the Empress bestowed a large quantity of gifts, sending matrons and imperial physicians in a lively commotion.Yet not all was good news. When Minglan went to visit her, Little Shen told her with a hint of melancholy that her trumpet flower had been taken away, citing concerns for the pregnant woman’s health. It had now become the beloved pet of her young niece (Rongxian’s classmate) and had been renamed Baoju (which startled someone).

Only later did she learn that it was "Bao" as in "embrace." Baoju—Minglan fell silent for a long moment. It was even worse than Trumpet Flower.

The twelfth lunar month arrived gracefully, with soft, goose-feather-like snowflakes swirling in the air, enveloping the capital in a crystalline white. On a rare clear day, Minglan had a few chicks and ducklings released. Holding Tuan Ge’er, she stood under the eaves, smiling as she watched the snow-covered ground transform into two rows of bamboo leaves and plum blossoms.

In the silver-clad imperial capital, some households rejoiced while others grieved. Liu Zhengjie, the Commander of the Town Pacification Office, personally led his guards, using hundreds of pounds of oil-fired cannons to blast open the frozen surface of the Jingjin Ferry, allowing the Huai River fleet to dock. He then escorted the convoy all the way to the capital.

A full forty large ships were unloaded into two hundred silver carts, carrying nearly over eight million taels of silver. The convoy stretched for dozens of miles—by the time the first cart reached the Ministry of Revenue, the last one had yet to enter the city gates. The entire capital was abuzz with excitement.

In the Huai Salt Case, the Emperor had achieved a great victory. The imperial envoy acted decisively, stripping dozens of officials of their positions in one sweep. Nearly a hundred salt merchants were implicated. Not only were this year’s salt taxes collected in full, along with the deficits from the previous year, but several long-standing cases were also uncovered. When spring arrived the following year, the Emperor would appoint a special task force to investigate further, likely unearthing even more silver. Governing a nation was not so different from managing a household—with money in hand, the Emperor felt secure, whether it was for replenishing the armory or reforming the bureaucracy.

A month earlier, Gu Tingye had received an imperial decree in advance: once the funds were allocated, he could resume military operations and make up for the unpaid salaries.

The Emperor hosted a grand banquet for his officials, brimming with ambition and determined to achieve great accomplishments the following year. The civil and military officials naturally sang his praises. The Empress summoned all Imperial Mandate Ladies of the third rank and above in the capital to a palace banquet, while those of lower ranks, such as Ladies of Grace and Ladies of Propriety, also received various rewards.

Amid the hall filled with powerful and influential women, many sought to befriend Minglan. She had to entertain some and socialize with others, leaving her with a stomach ache by the end of the meal. Fortunately, the Duchess of Ying was particularly attentive to Minglan, helping her navigate the situation smoothly.

"Judging by your age, you’re likely younger than my daughter, yet you’re already managing such a large household. It can’t be easy," said the Duchess of Ying, who had a fair complexion and spoke with gentle dignity. "I had someone follow the recipe for pickled green plums you shared. My daughter found them delightful—they stimulated her appetite and made her feel comfortable. I haven’t had the chance to thank you yet."

Minglan replied graciously, "It’s something I personally enjoy. I wasn’t sure if Sister Zhang would find it to her taste."

The Duchess of Ying smiled faintly, her demeanor exuding an innate nobility. "If you have the time, you should visit the Weibei Marquis Residence more often. My daughter is quiet and doesn’t speak much, but she has a sincere heart. I’m afraid she may need your guidance and comfort. Ah, come to think of it, since Marquis Gu and my son-in-law are close, you and my daughter ought to be as dear as sisters."

Minglan felt a shiver run down her spine but had no choice but to agree to everything. Even she, as naive as she might be, could discern the Duchess’s underlying message: I heard you’re quite close with Little Shen. Could you help mediate between her and my daughter? Okay?

The following day was the imperial family banquet, which had nothing to do with the wives of external officials. However, Little Shen later reported: Shengde Taihou’s smile seemed forced."Hahaha! The Emperor's position grows ever more secure—how could she possibly laugh about it!" Gongsun Xiansheng roared with laughter, his sparse beard trembling as he intermittently coughed lightly. One day before winter, the old man's chronic ailment had flared up again; emulating Ji Kang, he had bared his chest while singing and dancing, only to catch a chill that left him bedridden ever since.

Gu Tingye sat by the bedside, his brow slightly furrowed. "It is by the Emperor's boundless fortune... Sir, you must take better care of your health from now on. You are no longer young, and if anything were to happen, how could we ever forgive ourselves?"

Gongsun Baishi covered his mouth with a fist, laughing and coughing simultaneously. "Zhonghuai, ever since becoming a father, you've grown so dull! Life is fleeting—one should sing while drinking. Back when you marched troops to Anhui, the sweltering heat was unbearable, and you led the charge into the Baimao River to bathe. All the young wives and maidens from the villages along the river..." He abruptly cut himself off, glancing guiltily at Minglan, who was filtering medicinal brew by the table, and fell silent. Gu Tingye also coughed lightly, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Hundreds, even thousands, of sturdy young men bathing stark naked in the open—what a spectacular sight. Minglan chuckled inwardly but pretended not to understand, gently blowing on the medicine bowl as she changed the subject. "The Emperor may indeed be blessed with great fortune, but it's a pity about that imperial commissioner. Even we women have heard that everyone outside is now clamoring to impeach him."

Gu Tingye replied, "He's the bookish, idealistic type. He turned the entire Lianghuai officialdom upside down—arresting third and fourth-rank officials at will, beheading them and confiscating their properties, fearing neither heaven nor earth. His methods were overly harsh, and he has provoked widespread resentment."

Gongsun Baishi narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "During the Late Emperor's reign, several delegations were sent to investigate the salt administration, all handling matters gently to avoid offending anyone. And what was the outcome? The Lianghuai officialdom is a tangled, rotten mire. Needing to report to the Emperor before the new year, how could he break through such decay without resorting to thunderous measures?"

Gu Tingye smiled wryly. "I'm well aware of that. Last time I was in Lianghuai, assassins dared to intercept and kill an imperial commissioner in broad daylight. Ah, it's just a shame for the loyal officials..." His tone carried a note of regret.

"You see him as Dong Anyu, but I see him as Zhufu Yan—perhaps even shrewder." Gongsun Baishi stroked his beard and chuckled. "He was merely a minor censorial official, unremarkable in the imperial exams, his scholarship undistinguished, with no foundation at court. Yet he harbored grand ambitions—how else could he rise to prominence except by taking a risky gamble? He knew full well this mission was perilous, that it would offend many, and that he would face impeachment afterward. He was betting on the Emperor's favor and sagacity!"

Gu Tingye pondered intently, then his expression cleared. "As long as the Emperor remembers his grievances and values his loyalty, there's no fear of him failing to regain prominence." The current Emperor was strong-willed; even if he had to lie low for a while, once his official career smoothed out, rising several ranks was not impossible.

Minglan listened so intently that she didn't even notice the medicine bowl burning her hands. She interjected, "May I ask, sir... what if that official is truly loyal to the state, disregarding personal glory or death?" She felt there was something improper about her question, but it only provoked a burst of laughter from the old man.

Gu Tingye's expression held a faint self-mockery as he gently said, "What if he is, and what if he isn't?" For those navigating officialdom, how could one afford to always think the best of others? That would be too naive.Gongsun Baishi waved his hands repeatedly with a smile, coughing as he chuckled, "Madam is upright and honorable. It is we who have twisted the meaning of the books and fallen into vulgarity."

Minglan blushed, carrying the medicine bowl as she slowly approached. "Please don’t tease me, sir. Take your medicine first."

"Troubling you, Madam," the old man said with a pained expression, drinking the medicine in one gulp as if bravely facing execution, wrinkling his aged face like a walnut. Gu Tingye, observing the etiquette of a junior, stood up and handed him a bowl of water to rinse his mouth.

After chatting for a while longer, the couple urged Gongsun Laotou to lie down and rest before taking their leave. Outside, the snow-covered scenery stretched as far as the eye could see. Walking slowly along the corridor, Gu Tingye remained silent for a long while before suddenly saying, "There is something I’m afraid only you can handle."

Minglan tilted her head to listen as Gu Tingye continued, "Gongsun Xiansheng is already over fifty, yet sadly remains without descendants. Let us select a diligent and fertile maid to serve as his concubine."

"Was this... the Marquis's own idea?" Minglan blinked, finding it hard to believe.

Gu Tingye sighed softly. "The master is open-minded and never dwells on his lack of heirs... It was his wife who sent a letter."

Gongsun Baishi and his wife had once had a son, but the child died young. Compounded by his elder brother's early death, leaving behind a frail widow and a brood of young nieces and nephews, Madame Gongsun had no choice but to take over household duties. She served multiple roles—caring for her in-laws, looking after her widowed sister-in-law, and raising her nieces and nephews—unable to leave home to join her husband.

Madame Gongsun had repeatedly suggested her husband take a concubine elsewhere to continue the family line, but Gongsun Laotou, not yet old at the time, had begun traveling the world, rarely staying long in one place, making it impractical to start a family. Now that she saw her husband following Gu Tingye to the capital with signs of settling down, and fearing he might procrastinate or change his mind, she had Gongsun Meng deliver a letter directly to Gu Tingye, requesting his help in finding a suitable candidate.

"Even if he is to take a concubine, shouldn't Madame choose someone herself and send her to the capital?" Minglan murmured thoughtfully.

Gu Tingye gave a faint smile. "The letter mentioned that the countryside lacks outstanding talents and worried the master might not be pleased. Later, I'll ask him if any of the current maids serving him catch his eye. It must suit his preferences."

Minglan felt awkward, as if she were playing matchmaker for a quirky old man who, despite his eccentricities, was still picky!

The next day, Gu Tingye went to persuade him. Initially, the old man was reluctant, aspiring to be a refined scholar with plum blossoms as his wife and cranes as his children, unburdened by family ties. However, Gu Tingye persisted, occasionally nudging him with reminders—from Madame's plight to the importance of filial piety. Gradually, the old man's heart softened. From Gu Tingye's perspective, since the little meatball (referring to a child) seemed more inclined toward martial arts than literature, wouldn't it be more fulfilling for the old man to father his own son and teach him from infancy? Thus, he reluctantly agreed.

By then, it was mid-December. Teacher Xue prepared to return home for the New Year. Minglan specially sent New Year gifts in advance and had the two girls offer early greetings. Upon returning, Minglan announced the winter break, temporarily suspending studies. The two girls cheered and ran off.

Qiu Niang chased after them anxiously, like a diligent hen protecting her chicks: "Slow down, slow down! There's still snow outside—be careful not to slip!"

Minglan smiled faintly. She finally understood why Gu Tingye had said Qiu Niang wasn't so bad. While Fengxian occasionally resorted to petty tricks—like singing late at night or feigning illness—Qiu Niang had only two strategies: needlework and intercepting him on his path.

After several failed attempts, she eventually realized Gu Tingye truly had no interest in her. Resigned to her fate, she gradually let go of her hopes and turned her attention to Rong Jie'er. If Qiu Niang treated someone sincerely, she did so wholeheartedly—sewing clothes and making shoes for Rong Jie'er, accompanying her in writing, reciting, and homework, teaching her embroidery hands-on, and creatively dressing the young girl with care. Her concern and affection were genuine; over time, the two developed a bond reminiscent of a real mother and daughter.This woman finally understood her place clearly. After Hongxiao left, Minglan decided to elevate her to the status of Concubine and arranged several banquet tables for her to invite her close sisters to celebrate. At noon that day, Rong Jie'er made a special trip back just to offer three cups of wine to Qiu Niang. She also used her saved monthly allowance to have a heavy gold hairpin made for Qiu Niang and personally handed it to her. Qiu Niang’s eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Concubine Qiu, who was close to Madam Shao, put an arm around her shoulder and whispered, "The young lady has a conscience and will remember your kindness. Rest assured, with her around, you’ll have support for the rest of your life."

When this news reached Minglan’s ears, she was naturally pleased. If possible, she would gladly treat these unfortunate women well.

However, at the moment, she had other worries. The thought of marrying a young girl to an old man as a concubine struck her as utterly inhumane. After agonizing over it for several days, she still felt resistant. To her surprise, when she discussed it with Cui Mama, the latter laughed three times in response.

"What is Madam thinking? This isn’t forcing anyone into prostitution, so why feel uneasy? Gongsun Xiansheng is a man of excellent learning and character. He’s not too old, and with his principal wife no longer around, as long as she bears a son, he’ll be considered a Legitimate son in the future. All of the gentleman's assets will be his—isn't that much better than marrying some lowly servant? Just wait and see. Once we let out a little news, observe how many maids will be eager to climb this high branch," Cui Mama declared with certainty.

Minglan was taken aback, only then remembering that Gongsun Baishi was about the same age as her own father. But compared to the still-charming middle-aged handsome man Sheng Hong, Gongsun’s weathered, wrinkled face fell far short.

Following this suggestion, Minglan subtly spread some news around the small courtyard where Gongsun Xiansheng lived. According to Cui Mama, those unwilling to become concubines would try to keep their distance at this point, while those willing would double their efforts to get closer.

The results were encouraging. Though not everyone rushed forward eagerly, a few clearly became more attentive. Notably, among them were two or three young widows who stood out particularly—plump yet not greasy, flirtatious yet not vulgar.

Faced with the facts, Minglan had to admit that in these times, being a concubine was a perfectly legitimate profession—one relied on their assets to make a living and were rewarded based on their skills. Fine then, she would find a willing match to fulfill this good deed. She just didn’t know what type Gongsun Laotou preferred. Playing matchmaker was truly difficult, and Minglan had no experience at all. At this moment, she rather resented Gongsun Laotou for usually being too proper in his conduct. If he had already cooked the rice with some young maid, they’d only need to make up the ticket now—wouldn’t that be convenient?

After being entangled for two or three days, Minglan gradually reached a decision. The granddaughter of Auntie Pan from the laundry, who now served tea in Gongsun Laotou’s courtyard, was well-behaved and had delicate features; the fourth daughter of Sister Jin, who managed the woods, had studied for a few years in her childhood and was most understanding; and the eldest niece of Auntie Lian was steady, thoughtful, and moderately attractive... But these were all trivial details. The key point was that Cui Mama had already inquired—all of them were willing.

Just as Minglan was biting her lip in deep thought, a light, crisp sound broke the silence. Danju, her face full of worry, had knocked over the teacup on the kang table for the fourth time. The small porcelain tea bowl with purple-gold filigree rolled away, and the tea spilled out."What's the matter with you today? You seem completely distracted. When I ask, you won't speak." Minglan sighed, watching Danju fluster about tidying up. "If something's bothering you, just say it. There's nothing you need to hide from me."

Danju pulled a handkerchief from her waist, repeatedly wiping the kang table, hesitating for a long while before finally stammering: "That... Madam... are you... busy with arranging a concubine for Gongsun Xiansheng?"

Minglan nodded, about to tease her, when she noticed Danju's cheeks flushing crimson with unbearable shyness. A strange thought suddenly struck her, and she exclaimed in alarm: "Don't tell me you're volunteering yourself?"

Danju stared blankly, about to ask what 'volunteering yourself' meant, when a clear, calm voice came from outside the door—"Not her, it's me!" Then the curtain lifted, and a slender, beautiful girl stepped inside—who else could it be but Ruomei?!

Minglan frowned, her voice stern: "Have you forgotten propriety? Who gave you permission to eavesdrop!" Danju hurriedly knelt, repeatedly saying: "It's all my fault, she... she... I asked her to come..." Already flustered, she now became completely incoherent. It was Ruomei beside her who remained composed, gently kneeling and speaking clearly: "Madam, please blame me. I pestered Sister Danju to plead my case for me. I only ask that you hear me out, then I'll willingly accept hand caning."

Minglan narrowed her eyes examining her. After a moment, she said: "Speak."

"Thank you, Madam." Ruomei lightly kowtowed once, then raised her head: "It's just one sentence, I... I..." She gritted her teeth, "I wish to serve Gongsun Xiansheng!"

Minglan slowly darkened her expression, then lightly raised her hand. Danju, whose face had long turned beet red, immediately scurried out like a flash, leaving only the two of them in the room.

"What exactly is the reason for this?" Minglan's tone was unusually serious. "I still remember you saying with your own mouth that year you'd never become a concubine."

Ruomei knelt upright on the floor, her delicate face frighteningly pale, her dark eyes seeming to burn with two flames: "This servant admires Gongsun Xiansheng's character, reveres his scholarship, and wishes to serve him as slave or maid, working like ox or horse for a lifetime." Saying this, she kowtowed heavily again. "I beg Madam to grant this."

Minglan gripped the armrests of her chair, hesitating: "Do you know I've long been making plans for your future marriages?"

It must be understood that the prospects of maids who came with the mistress's dowry and ordinary servant girls couldn't be compared. Ordinary ones, even those serving beside Madam Shao, at most might marry an ambitious young servant or some steward's son.

Ruomei suppressed the trembling in her voice, "This servant knows well in her heart how good Madam has been to us." This servant has broken her word, willingly accepts shortened lifespan and heaven's punishment—I only beg Madam to grant this."

The room fell silent, only the crackling charcoal in the bronze brazier audible. After a long while, Minglan finally said: "First listen to me say two things, then make your decision."

Ruomei looked up at her, beautiful eyes full of hopeful anticipation. Minglan looked at her, then continued: "The master's wife is virtuous, kind, and benevolent, having endured great hardship for the Gongsun family. Pitifully separated from her husband half her life, and childless. Therefore, once the candidate is decided, first, I will send the new concubine's contract of servitude to the master's hometown, delivering it into his wife's hands."Minglan could almost feel Ruomei holding her breath. She continued, "Secondly, according to Young Master Meng, his elder brother will soon take a wife. In a few years, once the legitimate grandson's wife enters the household, the madam might go to the capital to reunite with her husband. When children are born, a daughter might be overlooked, but a son would certainly be raised by the madam..."

Ruomei's temples tightened with waves of pain. She was sharp-witted and perceptive—how could she not understand?

She had come as a dowry maid of the Marquess of Gu's wife. The first point Minglan mentioned was likely because she feared Ruomei might rely on the marquess's influence and later look down on the rural-born principal wife. The second point probably stemmed from Gongsun Xiansheng's guilt toward his wife, fearing that future children might not respect their legitimate mother.

She suddenly smiled bitterly. Compared to Danju and the others, she had contributed the least to Minglan and shared the shallowest bond. Only Minglan had shown her kindness—how could she be so presumptuous? Even in her desperate plea, she had held some hope, thinking that given Minglan's generosity, she might release her indenture and arrange a proper, dignified ceremony for her. For a moment, she wavered between hope and fear.

"Madam, this servant understands your meaning." Ruomei nearly bit her lip until it bled, her expression stubborn. "This servant will respect the xiansheng's principal wife and dare not be insolent or disrespectful! If I overstep, may I be struck by lightning!"

Hearing her tone, Minglan knew further discussion was pointless. "I understand your thoughts now. You... may withdraw for now."

Ruomei kowtowed heavily once more and backed out of the room. After a while, Danju crept in quietly, her face full of shame, hesitating over what to say.

Minglan glanced at her. "She wouldn't tell me the truth, so you speak. Is she truly sincere?"

Danju breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "Set your heart completely at ease—she is genuinely willing! We all thought she had taken a fancy to some scholar in the outer court, but she actually looks down on all of them!"

"Gongsun Xiansheng is old enough to be her father," Minglan chuckled. "And she fancies him?"

Danju looked bewildered. "Ruomei once said... that Gongsun Xiansheng resembles her late, kind father—so amiable it warms the heart..." In truth, she didn't understand it at all.

Minglan, however, had some insight and didn't wish to say more. Since Ruomei wanted to marry, then let her marry. Based on those few times she had delivered messages or gifts, it seemed Gongsun Xiansheng also held Ruomei in high regard. Well and good, well and good.

When Gu Tingye returned to the estate, Minglan told him about the matter. Gu Tingye found it amusing.

Though Gongsun Xiansheng was immensely talented and insightful, he was undeniably plain—with his sparse beard, half-bald head, and faint age spots. And true affection had come just like that?

Minglan also sighed, feeling her own cultivation was still shallow and not yet composed enough.

As Gongsun Xiansheng had not fully recovered, the concubine-taking ceremony was scheduled for the following spring. Better not to hold the joyous event only to cost the old man his life. Gu Tingye suggested sending Ruomei over first, so that with a caring person attentively serving him medicine, he could rest easier. And so, like a happy little bird, Ruomei flushed with excitement, fluttered her wings, and joyfully flew away.

"What does she even see in Gongsun Xiansheng?" Xiaotao pondered, utterly perplexed.

Minglan found it amusing and, instead of answering, asked in return, "Never mind Ruomei. What about you? Have you ever thought about what kind of person you like?""I have thought about it." Xiaotao nodded earnestly, speaking with complete honesty. "My mother often says the Yao butcher's family at the village entrance is good. She insists I must marry a meat seller in the future—every time they slaughter a pig, they earn half a catty of offal." Her tone was firm, filled with ambitious determination.

Minglan nearly choked on her tea.

...

Amid the sound of firecrackers, the little meatball welcomed his first New Year. Gu Tingye held his son outside as deafening booms pierced the night's silence. The sky was adorned with colorful fireworks, illuminating the darkness like daylight. Tuan Ge'er wasn't frightened in the least; instead, he waved his arms and kicked his legs excitedly. For this New Year celebration, Gu Tingye was determined to make it grand and lively. Not only was the residence decorated with colorful hangings and red drapes, but all the servants received double their monthly allowance, with additional heavy rewards for those who had performed exceptionally well over the past year.

Minglan also exchanged three or four full baskets of copper coins to give as lucky money to the children in the residence—a handful for each, leaving no one out.

Although there were fewer people celebrating this New Year compared to the last, Gu Tingye was clearly in much better spirits. Standing in the ancestral hall, he personally offered incense to dozens of memorial tablets. Four large tables were pushed together to hold sixteen full-course feasts for a grand sacrificial ceremony. After Madam Shao left, he dismissed everyone else. Holding Minglan with one hand and carrying Tuan Ge'er with the other, he stood before the memorial tablets of the Old Marquis and Baishi for a long time before finally emerging.

On the first day of the New Year, one pays respects to parents; on the second day, to in-laws. Madam Shao's maternal home was too far away for a convenient visit. Early in the morning, Minglan bid her farewell before setting out with her husband and children. Tuan Ge'er, cradled in his wet nurse's arms, was very excited, his round head constantly trying to peek outside the carriage curtain. In contrast, Rong Jie'er was pale-faced. At times like these, she always felt superfluous. Minglan comforted her gently, "Remember your eldest aunt? She was very kind to you last time and even gave you a small gold bracelet. She also has a daughter around Xianjie's age. You can play with her later."

Rong Jie'er nodded stiffly.

In truth, she was worrying unnecessarily.

As the young madam who had married most advantageously, which maid or servant would dare slight the stepdaughter Minglan brought along? In the entire Sheng family, the only one who might give Rong Jie'er a disapproving look was probably Madam Wang. However, today she had her two daughters and many grandchildren to attend to, leaving her no time to bother with Rong Jie'er.

With four sons-in-law coming together to pay New Year's respects, Sheng Hong felt immensely honored, continuously stroking his beard with a smile, clearly genuinely pleased. The Old Mrs. Sheng at the head of the room was also glowing with happiness, though Madam Wang's gaze toward Gu Tingye was somewhat complicated—if only he were her own son-in-law.

After the New Year's greetings came the distribution of lucky money. Hualan's family gained the most, receiving three portions exclusively. Little Tuan Zi also ended up with a full haul this time. Minglan lifted his two chubby little fists, making him bow to the elders like a small puppy. Everyone found it amusing and burst into laughter.

During Sheng Hong's lengthy admonition, when he reached the part about "family harmony and prosperity of descendants," Madam Wang finally couldn't hold back. She scowled at Minglan and said, "Among all the girls, you're the only one without a mother-in-law nearby. Don't take advantage of being your own mistress, without elders to restrain you, and act willfully or recklessly. If you disrupt propriety, even if others don't say anything, I will reprimand you."

Minglan inwardly sighed but couldn't be bothered to argue. Madam Wang, however, grew even more fervent: "Without any elders around to advise you, it might seem carefree and easy, but in reality, it's improper. How old is Ming Yatou? What could she possibly know? How can she manage such a large household? When she makes a fool of herself..."Gu Tingye's smile vanished as she began to criticize openly in front of everyone. Hualan, noticing this with her keen eye, sensed trouble and was about to interject when a soft sound interrupted. The Old Madam had placed her hand on the tea table, her prayer beads knocking against the wood. Sheng Hong, turning and catching sight of his mother's displeased expression, quickly cut off Madam Wang: "What nonsense are you speaking? When has Ming Yatou ever made a spectacle of herself!" He then smiled at Gu Tingye and said, "Your mother-in-law worries too much—she tends to overthink."

Madam Wang gritted her teeth in silent frustration, then turned to Molan and feigned concern with a smile: "Molan, my dear, among all you sisters who've married over the years, you're the only one still without children. It truly weighs on my heart."

Molan, standing at the very edge, lifted her head quietly and replied with a gentle smile, "Thank you for your concern, Madam, but I must disagree. Any child of my husband's is my own."

Sheng Hong, deeply impressed by his daughter's magnanimity, nodded repeatedly. Madam Wang, rebuffed, forced a tight smile: "Though that may be, legitimate offspring are still preferable. I say, son-in-law, you mustn't neglect our girl."

Liang Han, standing nearby, grew visibly uncomfortable. Molan remained unruffled, smiling calmly: "What are you implying, Madam? My husband treats me exceedingly well—I'm truly blessed. As for children..." She glanced tearfully at Liang Han and whispered, "Perhaps I'm just not fortunate enough." Liang Han felt a surge of gratitude and gazed at his wife with tender pity.

As Madam Wang prepared to speak again, Sheng Hong slammed the table heavily and said sternly, "Haven't you said enough? On such a fine festive occasion, must you stir up trouble!" Madam Wang's eyes reddened, ready to retort, but Wen Yanjing, perceptive and clear-eyed, knew his in-laws' discord was longstanding and hurried to mediate. He laughed and said, "A mother-in-law's heart aches for her daughter—she'll always find fault with the son-in-law. Don't take it to heart, Father-in-law. Even a rare good son-in-law like me often gets scolded."

Rulan pursed her lips and teased, "How shameless! What makes you such a good son-in-law? You're just boasting."

Everyone laughed, and Madam Wang's expression softened while Sheng Hong breathed a sigh of relief. The Old Madam watched coldly and spoke indifferently: "I'm accustomed to tranquility. You've paid your respects and offered New Year greetings—you may leave now."

Sheng Hong hastily rose to apologize, repeatedly blaming himself for his lack of filial piety. After the group exited the Longevity and Peace Hall, Sheng Hong led the four sons-in-law to the outer courtyard, while the women retired to the inner hall for tea.

As soon as Hualan sat down, she called for Zhuang Jie'er and Rong Jie'er to meet. The two girls exchanged courteous bows and, upon looking up, found one naturally elegant, dignified and sweet, the other with striking thick eyebrows and bright eyes, full of spirited charm. They immediately took a liking to each other and sat side by side to chat.

Zhuang Jie'er, more mature-minded than most girls, was exceptionally kind and amiable. Listening to Rong Jie'er's tales of Xue Dajia's classroom, she grew fascinated, utterly engrossed. Chatting back and forth, they found themselves increasingly in harmony, and before long, they walked hand in hand into the courtyard. The remaining children were taken by Liu Kun's wife to the side rooms to play.

Madam Liu, standing by with her prominent belly, busied herself serving tea and snacks for Madam Wang and the four sisters-in-law. Minglan, feeling uneasy, said, "Sister-in-law, please sit down. You're with child."

Madam Wang curled her lip: "Who hasn't borne children? So precious—standing a bit longer won't hurt."Minglan turned back in surprise and asked, "Did Madam also often stand while serving Grandmother when she was with child?" Her gaze was sincere and full of reverence.

Madam Wang was rendered speechless and couldn't retort. Hualan sighed to the heavens. Though this was her own birth mother, she truly didn't want to help her. Minglan didn't press her advantage either, only giving Molan a slightly puzzled glance—she hadn't helped Madam Liu either.

It was Madam Liu who stepped forward with a smile to defuse the situation: "The physician said standing and walking are actually good, as long as one doesn't overdo it. By the way, I've been meaning to thank Sixth Sister. The dried fish you sent last time was excellent—I could eat several bowls of rice with it."

Minglan rose slightly and smiled: "It was Grandmother who mentioned that sister-in-law craved strong seafood flavors, which reminded me of this. Southerners sun-dry these themselves - the taste is quite exquisite. If you like it, I have more at my place."

"Why didn't you send me any?" Rulan tilted her head, somewhat displeased.

Minglan turned and rolled her eyes at her: "Oh please! Back then you couldn't stand any strong smells at all. Poor brother-in-law couldn't even grind ink in your room for fear of bothering you. Had I really sent you dried fish, wouldn't you have scrubbed the entire house clean?"

Rulan smiled sweetly and didn't retort.

After just a few words, Madam Wang felt thoroughly frustrated. When she wanted to criticize Madam Liu, the latter had already mastered the art of pretending not to hear; when she wanted to criticize Molan, the latter was so skilled at deflecting that she could hardly gain any advantage; when she wanted to criticize Minglan, Hualan would protect her fiercely. In a fit of temper, she simply dragged Hualan and Rulan into the inner room for some private conversation.

Watching the mother and two daughters depart, Madam Liu turned back with a cheerful smile: "Dear sisters, why not come to my place for a visit? My maternal family sent some fine teas - you must try them. If there's any you like, take some home with you."

Minglan smiled and said "I'd be honored to accept," rising to follow. Molan curled her lips slightly and went along too.

Due to certain understandable reasons, Minglan had often visited Changbai's quarters as a child, delivering shoes or books, but she had never been to Changfeng's courtyard. Seeing it today, she found it elegant and dignified throughout, with grand scenery that felt completely natural and unpretentious - though she couldn't tell whether this reflected Changfeng's inherent good taste or was Madam Liu's doing. The three of them arrived just as Changfeng was returning from outside; since Madam Liu was pregnant, he had to pay New Year's respects to his in-laws alone today, having kowtowed and chatted for a while before returning.

"How are father and mother's health?" Madam Liu smiled as she looked at her husband.

Changfeng habitually went to support Madam Liu, settling her into a seat: "Both are well. Mother's cold should be much better - she chatted with me for two cups of tea without coughing once. Father wanted to trap me into playing chess, but fortunately your elder brother-in-law rescued me so I could escape."

"Father really... with his terrible chess skills, he still loves challenging his sons-in-law for practice." Madam Liu's voice suddenly changed, becoming both playful and gentle, like a spring breeze that comforted everyone.

Minglan glanced at Molan, whose expression had turned rather unpleasant.

"If I hadn't promised you to return early, playing a few games with father wouldn't have been a problem." Changfeng remained as warm and considerate as ever, yet something seemed different - Minglan couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Changfeng turned and said: "Fourth sister, sixth sister, you've come."

Molan snorted lightly: "So you've finally noticed? I thought you only had eyes for your wife."

"Don't talk nonsense." Changfeng laughed, not taking offense.

"Since both elder brother and sister-in-law are here, this is perfect - I have something to say." Molan suddenly turned serious, her gaze fixed intently on Changfeng as she slowly said: "Now that Father is increasingly satisfied with you, brother, and Old Madam likes sister-in-law too, why don't you two think of a way to bring Concubine back? Don't tell me you're only concerned with your own comfort and don't care about Concubine's wellbeing anymore?"

Changfeng flushed crimson, stammering speechlessly, his pleading eyes turning toward his wife. Madam Liu smiled unhurriedly: "Look at what you're saying, fourth sister - you make it sound like your brother is some heartless, ungrateful wretch."Molan let out a cold snort and turned her head away. "I didn't say that. But Concubine gave birth to us siblings—how could we forget her? I'm a married woman now, so there's little I can do. But brother is a man—why hasn't he taken any action?!"

Her words were sharp and aggressive. Changfeng had no response and could only look at his wife.

"My husband is indeed a man, but precisely because he is a man, he knows what should be done and what should not! Fourth Sister is well-read—how could you not understand this principle?" Madam Liu rose, supporting her belly, exuding an air of authority.

"It's true that Concubine gave birth to my husband, but above Concubine are Old Madam, Master, and Madam. Surely we cannot disregard filial duty to Old Madam, Master, and Madam for the sake of Concubine alone?!" Madam Liu spoke eloquently, refuting loudly. "Since I entered the Sheng household, I have sent clothing and food to the estate every season. The messengers report back regularly—though Concubine's life may be lonely, she hasn't suffered! How can this be called 'ignoring Concubine's life or death'?"

Molan stood up abruptly. "Sister-in-law, you argue well! What difference is there between such a dreary, suffocating existence and death?!"

Madam Liu smiled faintly and looked directly at Molan. "Concubine committed a wrong and must be punished."

Molan glared angrily. "You—" Then she turned to glare furiously at Changfeng. "You!"

Changfeng shrank back slightly. Madam Liu stepped forward and said gently, "My husband has told me everything about what happened back then. Ah... to speak disrespectfully, Concubine was indeed in the wrong. Fourth Sister, you are also a wife and mother now—surely you don't think what Concubine did was right?"

She slowly caressed her belly. "A woman takes her husband as her heaven; a daughter obeys her father while at home—this is a principle that holds true everywhere. I'm not as well-read as Fourth Sister, but I know that my child and I must rely entirely on my husband and follow his lead."

Though these words were directed at Molan, Madam Liu's gaze was fixed on Changfeng. Minglan glanced over and felt that Madam Liu's eyes were filled with trust and dependence. Even a man like Wu Dalang would feel like a great husband under such a gaze, let alone someone like Changfeng who cherished women.

Molan's face darkened with resentment as she glared back. After a moment, she suddenly became sorrowful. "Sister-in-law understands righteousness well. Even if Concubine was wrong, the punishment should have an end. Surely we three—mother and children—cannot be separated forever..." She couldn't help but sob softly. "Brother, don't you remember how much Concubine doted on you when we were young? How cruel you are, brother! No matter how many faults she may have, we are still her flesh and blood. How can you abandon her like this?"

Changfeng was distressed by her crying and said urgently, "How could we abandon her? Your sister-in-law and I have already discussed it. While Old Madam, Father, and Madam are still here, Concubine cannot return. But if the family divides someday, your sister-in-law and I will naturally fulfill our filial duties."

Molan's heart turned cold, and she instantly flared up with anger. In official families like the Shengs, the children could only divide the family after the father's death. But Sheng Hong had always been in good health—who knew who would outlive whom decades from now?

She looked up at Madam Liu, who was smiling faintly, with Changfeng following closely by her side like a son obediently attached to his mother. Molan's anger surged. "Sister-in-law truly knows how to tame a husband! Now brother listens to you in everything! I'm afraid he obeys you more than he does Father!""That's going too far," Changfeng immediately darkened his expression. "You know I'm your elder brother, is this how you should speak to your brother?! No manners! It's all because Consort Lin spoiled you and never taught you properly!"

This was the first time in her life Molan had been scolded by her own brother. Her eyes reddened, and she was about to burst into tears again.

Madam Liu slowly moved over and took her husband's hand. "Why are you getting so angry with Fourth Sister? It's understandable that Fourth Sister speaks sharply when she's concerned about Consort Lin. Alright, you should hurry to the front hall. When the drinking starts later, Father alone won't be able to handle four sons-in-law. You'll need to help block some drinks for him."

"And what if I get drunk?" Changfeng asked with a smile.

Madam Liu said softly, "I'll make you sobering soup when you return."

Changfeng smiled tenderly, then turned to Minglan. "Sixth Sister, stay a while longer and keep your sister-in-law company." He finally glanced at Molan. "Your sister-in-law is with child. Be more sensible and don't upset her!" After saying this, he turned and left.

Molan was so furious she nearly fainted. Her delicate hands, stained with Fengxian flower juice, tightly gripped her handkerchief, wishing she could tear her own brother and sister-in-law to pieces. After restraining herself for a long while, she finally ran out angrily, no one knew where she went.

Minglan lowered her head to drink tea, pretending not to have seen anything, and only exchanged some trivial family matters with Madam Liu. Madam Liu spoke quite cleverly and maintained good conversation, never mentioning Changfeng or Consort Lin, only cheerfully chatting about daily trivialities and amusing anecdotes. After talking for a while, Minglan made an excuse to leave. Madam Liu didn't press her to stay, smiling as she stood up to see her out.

The fine gravel path underfoot was all too familiar. Turning left and right, Minglan took three shortcuts and arrived at Longevity and Peace Hall, then swaggered inside. In the inner room, she saw Old Mrs. Sheng sitting on the kang, looking affectionately at the sleeping infant.

Hearing someone enter, she didn't turn her head, still gazing at the child. "Look how soundly this little one sleeps... Not like you at all. When you were little, you'd wake up even if the curtains moved in the wind."

Minglan giggled and snuggled up to the old madam, rubbing against her like a lapdog. "This little one takes after his father. Once he falls asleep soundly, you could carry him off and throw him into the moat without him knowing."

The old madam slowly turned to look at Minglan, smiling. "Finished all your conversations?"

"I had to make the rounds. I wished I could fly right over," Minglan also sat by the bed, leaning her head against the old madam's arm, sighing. "Grandmother, I missed you." Then she looked around. "Where's Quange? I brought him something."

The old madam reached out to hold Minglan, gently stroking her temples. "I wanted him to stay and wait for you, but Hualan's two boys were peeking in and out at the door, and he couldn't sit still anymore. Those three boys are probably running wild somewhere now."

"Is Quange well-behaved?" Minglan put on an elder's air. "Is he half as good as I was when I was little?"

The old madam's usually serene face couldn't help but show a smile. "Boys aren't like girls. When he first started running around, Mama Fang needed to lead three maids just to catch him. But when it comes to reciting texts and writing, that serious little face is exactly like your eldest brother's.""I wonder how Elder Brother is doing now?" Though Sheng Hong didn't voice it aloud, seeing the entire family reunited in such lively celebration while only the eldest son and his wife were missing left him somewhat regretful. Minglan recalled something, "In her last letter, Eldest Sister-in-law mentioned she was with child. Calculating the timing, she should be due within these two months. Other matters aside, my main concern is the lack of proper medical resources there, which would be quite inconvenient."

"That's precisely what worries me too." Old Madam frowned slightly, "Your father and I have been discussing sending two capable matrons over. The problem is the difficult journey—both remote and hard to navigate..."

Minglan clapped her hands cheerfully, "I thought of that too! Recently, I discussed with the Marquis, who mentioned the Ministry of War will be escorting a shipment of military supplies and provisions to that area after the New Year, passing right by Elder Brother's place. Why not have our family convoy travel with them? It's both secure and ensures we won't get lost. You could send as many medicinal supplies and tonics as you wish."

"I won't pretend to trouble your husband unnecessarily." Though Old Madam's tone remained measured, genuine pleasure shone through. "Your father likely had the same idea, but he enjoys putting on airs and refuses to suggest it himself."

"That's Father being clever—he knows you're even more concerned about Elder Brother than he is, so he's happy to save himself the effort."

Old Madam responded with mixed amusement and sarcasm, "When has your father ever not been clever?"

The grandmother and granddaughter bantered about the head of the Sheng household without any reservation.

"Third Brother really married well." As their conversation continued, Minglan brought up what she'd witnessed earlier. "Just now, Fourth Sister brought up Consort Lin again with Third Brother—quite vehemently too—but Third Sister-in-law deflected everything, and Third Brother even scolded Fourth Sister."

Old Madam's expression hovered between approval and concern as she gently stroked Minglan's hair. "Your Third Brother isn't a bad person, but he lacks firm principles. He used to listen to Consort Lin, now he listens to his wife. Well... at least your Third Sister-in-law is far better than Consort Lin."

Minglan nestled against her grandmother's knee like a kitten. "Seeing how Fourth Sister keeps dwelling on Consort Lin... it can't be easy."

Old Madam remained silent for a moment before speaking. "There's something..." She paused briefly. "Around autumn, Mo'er had a miscarriage."

Minglan started, propping herself up halfway in stunned silence. Old Madam continued, "Mo'er was so consumed with scheming against the other concubines, she didn't even realize she was with child... Ah, too much calculation leads to such consequences." Minglan stayed quiet for a long while, ultimately finding no words—or perhaps not knowing what to say.

"Before the New Year, Mo'er came to see your father, begging him to help her husband's official career." The under-floor heating system warmed the room like spring, as Old Madam's voice drifted low and slow like incense from a sandalwood burner. "Your soft-hearted father was initially inclined to agree, but ultimately didn't follow through."

Minglan settled back against her grandmother, murmuring wistfully, "Father has always doted on Fourth Sister. If he refused this time, he must have been truly unable to help."

"Different official departments might as well be mountains apart—your father's influence doesn't reach there." Old Madam gave a light hum. "He came to me several times about it. I know what he was thinking—whether he could ask your husband for help. I paid him no mind."

Minglan smiled bitterly. "Father values his pride." Even with such an illustrious son-in-law, he still had to maintain his authority as father-in-law.

"Later, Concubine Ju whispered some things, and your father decided to refuse Molan after all." Old Madam concluded.

Minglan momentarily drew a blank. "Concubine Ju?""It's Jufang from Consort Lin's chamber that year." Old Mrs. Sheng curled her lips slightly. "She has never been able to conceive again."

Minglan's heart gradually sank. Old Mrs. Sheng's words sounded casual at first, but their underlying meaning was sharp.

Was Molan's urgency to bring Consort Lin back truly out of mother-daughter affection, unable to bear seeing her birth mother suffer? Or was it a scheme born from realizing that not only was no one in her maternal family speaking well of her, but some were even speaking ill, leaving her with no advantage to gain?

Human hearts are hard to fathom, and no one could say for sure.

"It seems Fifth Sister is living the best life now," Minglan murmured softly.

Speaking of Rulan, Old Madam finally set aside her sarcastic expression and chuckled involuntarily. "Our fifth son-in-law is quite a character. Now that he's about to take an official post elsewhere, Mother Yuan wanted to keep Ru Yatou behind to teach her some manners. Who would have guessed her own son had already switched sides and secretly sought out his mother-in-law? After coordinating inside and out, Madam went and turned the Yuan household upside down. The fifth son-in-law just played pitiful—ha! Poor Mother Yuan, how could she dare put on airs after that?"

"He's clever indeed, making Madam take the role of the villain!" Minglan exclaimed in surprise.

"Enough, it's not easy managing things this way either. As long as he treats Rulan well, that's what matters." This time, Old Madam was unusually tolerant, sighing with a smile. "Looking at it now, your eldest sister's husband is quite good too. Ah, your father is mediocre as a husband and only passable as a son, but he's not bad as a father. His judgment in choosing sons-in-law and daughters-in-law is mostly quite accurate."

Minglan thought for a moment and couldn't help laughing. "Back then, Father kept insisting the Marquis wasn't bad—after all, he'd seen him with his own eyes and nearly swore oaths about it. But Grandmother just wouldn't believe him and scolded him harshly."

Old Madam put on a stern face and scolded, "What human trafficker doesn't claim the place they're selling people to is ex—treme—ly good?!"

Hearing Sheng Hong's matchmaking compared to human trafficking, grandmother and granddaughter clung to each other laughing, with Minglan laughing until tears streamed down her face. It took a long while for them to calm down. Minglan rested her head against Old Madam's soft abdomen and whispered, "Ah, if only you could come live with me."

Old Madam gently patted Minglan and said tenderly, "Now that I have children and grandchildren around me, with a house full of prosperity, if I moved in with you, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to your father and eldest brother? Ah, no, no." She sighed again. "Not only that, but you mustn't learn from those frivolous types who constantly run back to their maternal home. The Marquis now holds a noble position, and you reign supreme in the household—countless eyes are watching you inside and out. You must never give anyone grounds for gossip... Knowing you're living well is enough for me. Live your life properly, understand?"

Minglan buried her head in Old Madam's arm like an ostrich, feeling intensely reluctant to part.

When the banquet began, no one knew what Madam Wang had said to Hualan and Rulan, but added to Molan who had cried earlier and Minglan who had just cried, all four daughters had red-rimmed eyes. Compared to the relaxed atmosphere among the inner womenfolk, the men's banquet outside was much livelier.

Looking at the table full of splendor, Sheng Hong felt both happy and proud. Holding his wine cup, he became quite exhilarated. The brash fourth son-in-law Liang Han had already drunk himself under the table competing with Changfeng. Smiling, Sheng Hong turned his gaze to the remaining three sons-in-law.

Yuanwenshao, knowing Gu Tingye's drinking capacity, twitched his lips toward the opposite side, his eyes conveying: Strong man, take the vanguard.

Gu Tingye remained perfectly composed, merely raising an eyebrow in response: You're the eldest, you go first.Wen Yanjing, sensing the situation turning unfavorable, immediately leaned to one side, propping his head on the table with his body language clearly stating: This man is drunk; handle your own affairs. To make it more convincing, he let out trembling, undulating moans.

Afterward, Gu Tingye remarked to Minglan that despite his many years of experience in drinking circles, he had rarely heard such realistically acted drunken moans.

The drinking session lasted until late afternoon before the four sons-in-law staggered out one after another to take their leave. Minglan, supporting her drunken husband on her left and leading the reluctant Rong Jie'er, who was loath to part with her new friend, on her right, followed by the wet nurse carrying Tuan Ge'er, made a grand procession back to the Marquis manor. Exhausted from the day, everyone fell into a deep sleep upon returning and only woke as darkness fell, managing to eat a light supper.

Gu Tingye, still feeling the effects of the alcohol, finished washing up and began kissing Minglan's neck, chuckling deeply with a suggestive tone. Minglan, tilting her head to dry her damp hair, had just let out a soft "ah" when he pressed her down onto the bed, covering her head, face, and body with fervent kisses.

As their clothes came off, Minglan felt the scorching heat of his skin and his fiery breath, and she too was swept up in the passion, yielding softly to him. Both spent and satisfied, they fell into a deep slumber.

It was not until daybreak that Minglan slowly awoke to find her husband propped on his side, gazing at her with tender, profound eyes. Her freshly awakened face was adorably childlike, still marked with pink sleep lines. Watching her clumsily rub her eyes, struggling to fully wake, Gu Tingye felt a surge of tenderness in his chest and suddenly croaked in an old man's voice, "Mother of my child, what are we eating today?"

Minglan tilted her head, blinking, and laughed, "Father of my child, first go plow the two acres of land to the east, then you can eat!"

Gu Tingye feigned sternness and scolded, "What a heartless woman, making your man work during the New Year!"

They stared each other down for a moment before bursting into laughter simultaneously. Gu Tingye nibbled her earlobe and whispered close to her ear, "Let's..."

Before he could finish, hurried footsteps approached from outside, and the man, his mood spoiled, immediately frowned in displeasure.

Through the door, Danju's flustered, breathless voice called out, "Marquis, Madam, just now... Fifth Old Master sent someone to report that... that Lord Yang might not make it. He asked if our household has any old ginseng, the older the better..."

Gu Tingye and Minglan exchanged stunned looks—Gu Tingyang on the verge of death? How could that be?

At this critical moment, there was no time for detailed questions. After all, he was a cousin who had only branched off from the family a little over a year ago, and they couldn't coldly ignore the matter. The couple immediately rose, dressed quickly, and set out into the dim morning light.

By carriage and horse, it took about half an hour to reach Fifth Old Master's residence. Minglan, with her sharp memory, recognized the carriage parked outside as likely belonging to the First Wife of Gu Tingxuan. By then, the Fifth Household was in chaos. It was the First Wife of Gu Tingxuan's attendant who had someone guide Gu Tingye and Minglan inside. Upon reaching the main hall, they indeed found Gu Tingxuan and his wife already there.

Looking up, they saw Fifth Old Master seated at the head, hands on his knees, his face ashen and haggard, his disheveled gray hair making him look a decade older. Gu Tingxuan was beside him, offering constant consolation. When Fifth Old Master noticed Gu Tingye's arrival, he stared blankly for a long moment before slightly nodding his head, too distraught to utter a word.Gu Tingye and Minglan stepped forward first to pay their respects before asking, "We happen to have an old ginseng root at home and have already asked the messenger to bring it over. We only hope it can be of use." Then he added, "But I wonder... how did Elder Brother Yang end up like this when everything was fine?"

Fifth Old Master moved his lips but remained silent. Seeing the awkwardness, Gu Tingxuan forced an awkward chuckle and stepped in to explain: "It was also Brother Yang's fault—he made a mistake and angered Uncle, so... so Uncle had him beaten with the rod..." He wasn't entirely clear about the details himself and could only explain it to that extent.

First Wife of Gu Tingxuan's eyes darted shrewdly as she smiled and said, "You probably haven't had breakfast yet, and Uncle hasn't touched a drop of water either. Why don't we go prepare some congee? We shouldn't let Uncle collapse before Brother Yang even recovers." As she spoke, she reached out to pull Minglan along, and Minglan agreed with a smile.

As soon as the two stepped out of the hall, First Wife of Gu Tingxuan couldn't wait to begin her account.

Though Minglan was unfamiliar with the Fifth Household's residence, First Wife of Gu Tingxuan visited often and had friendly relations with servants on both sides. Moreover, since she and her husband had arrived early today, she quickly dispatched her trusted maids and matrons to gather information. With Fifth Old Madam bedridden from illness, Gu Tingyang's wife having fainted, and Second Master Gu Tingbing and his wife occupied with caring for them, the household was temporarily leaderless—no gag order had been issued yet. Thus, First Wife of Gu Tingxuan swiftly obtained the details.

"Can you guess what happened? It's truly too vile to speak of!" First Wife of Gu Tingxuan lowered her voice, whispering as they walked. "...Such an unfilial son... even targeting his own father's women..." Since it wasn't her family's scandal, she was happy to share the gossip with Minglan.

The story was, in fact, utterly predictable. Gu Tingyang had simply relapsed into his old habit of lechery. Strictly confined by his father for over half a year and unable to seek amusement outside, he had grown bored after sampling all the maids and wives in his own quarters. Eventually, he set his sights on his father's beautiful attendants.

Fifth Old Master, being a scholar, cherished elegant pursuits like having a graceful woman prepare his ink. His two bedroom servants who attended to his writing were exceptionally lovely. However, their temperaments differed greatly: one had already been raped by Gu Tingyang and, upon discovering her pregnancy months later, secretly aborted it out of fear. The other was currently recuperating from this ordeal when Gu Tingyang turned his attention to her.

Unexpectedly, this one had a fierce and unyielding nature. On the second day of the lunar month, Gu Tingyang, drunk, dragged her away to assault her. She immediately erupted in fury—hair disheveled, robes in disarray, and a pair of scissors hidden in her bosom—rushing to Fifth Old Master to accuse him. Before everyone, she laid out the entire story clearly, then stabbed herself in the throat and died.

Amid the New Year's festivities, his beloved concubine had died bloodily before his eyes. Fifth Old Master was so enraged he nearly lost his mind, binding Gu Tingyang to enforce family law, but Fifth Old Madam intervened. Meanwhile, the other servant, upon hearing the news, stumbled over despite her frail condition. Seeing her sister-like companion dead and fearing Fifth Old Madam would not spare her either, she threw caution to the wind and confessed everything in detail.

Fifth Old Master refused to listen to Fifth Old Madam any longer. He immediately ordered his son bound for punishment, supervising it himself, while also having Gu Tingye's personal attendant seized to be beaten to death. This beating, however, led to real trouble.

Facing death, the attendant heard Fifth Old Madam weeping and cursing him for corrupting her son. In fury, he shouted—so the whole courtyard heard—that Youlian, once a servant in Old Marquis's quarters, had also been driven to suicide by Gu Tingyang's rape!

First Wife of Gu Tingxuan coughed lightly, her expression evasive.

That maid, Youlian, had been gifted to Old Marquis by Grand Old Madam and was said to be quite favored. After she drowned herself in the lake, everyone assumed Gu Tingye had committed the misconduct, with Grand Old Madam weeping especially bitterly.

Originally, a son stealing his father's bedroom servant, though a rebellious and shameful act, would not be a capital offense—since concubines were considered less important than heirs—and could be resolved with severe discipline. But Fifth Old Master held his deceased elder brother in profound respect. Only then did he realize his own wretched son had desecrated his brother's honor. Recalling his late brother's past kindness and care, Fifth Old Master was overwhelmed with shame and remorse.This time, when the beating resumed, he personally stepped forward, wielding a club to deliver a savage, indiscriminate flogging. Though aged, he had always maintained his health well. Coupled with the fact that Gu Tingyang had already suffered a not-so-light beating earlier and had been drained by years of debauchery, he was now beaten half to death. By midnight, he developed a high fever and was on the verge of death.

Minglan was stunned, taking a long moment to process what had happened.

After summoning the estate’s stewardesses to arrange for food, Minglan slowly followed the First Wife of Gu Tingxuan back to the hall. The three men remained in their previous positions: Fifth Old Master sat despondently, Gu Tingxuan sighed beside him, while Gu Tingye sat alone on the other side, expressionless, like a sculpture carved from salt rock.

To be honest, Minglan was not surprised by Gu Tingyang’s misfortune.

From what she knew, Gu Tingye had long been secretly monitoring Gu Tingyang’s disgraceful behavior outside, planning to expose it to Fifth Old Master someday. But he never expected things to unfold so quickly, without him even needing to lift a finger.

Everyone sat in silence, with only Gu Tingxuan occasionally uttering an inappropriate remark, which would earn him a glare from his wife. He would then respond with an awkward, foolish chuckle. The under-floor heating system was not lit, and only a faint charcoal fire burned in the copper brazier at the corner of the room. The congee and snacks still hadn’t been delivered, leaving Minglan feeling cold and hungry, with no choice but to endure.

After what felt like an eternity, the thick cotton curtain was flung open violently, letting in a piercing cold wind. A panicked matron stumbled in, collapsing to her knees with a thud. "Reporting to the Old Master," she gasped, "The eldest master... he... he’s gone!"

From a nearby courtyard, wails of grief erupted, carried by the wind as if foretelling the inevitable outcome. A hollow desolation filled the hall, and everyone fell into a heavy silence, broken only by a few faint sighs.

Minglan glanced at Gu Tingye. The man’s profile was unusually stern, like the steel-gray horizon carved with cold, sharp lines.

He had long wanted to teach Gu Tingyang a lesson—not only to avenge his own father and himself but also to prevent Gu Tingyang from further tarnishing the family’s reputation with his reckless behavior. But had he ever wished for his death?

After a long while, Fifth Old Master finally stirred, his voice hoarse and brittle:

"Prepare the funeral."

As the Buddha said, good and evil will ultimately meet their retribution.