Chapter Six, a sigh.

The Tang Dynasty was extremely tolerant towards women, allowing them to independently manage their household registration and establish female households. However, when the third branch adopted a male heir, her desire to establish a female household was thwarted by them. The third branch was eager to rid themselves of her as soon as possible; in at most two or three years, she would be married off in a blind and silent manner. Heaven knows what kind of marriage her grandmother would arrange for her.

She cannot see clearly into history, nor is she mad enough to rush a thousand miles away to Ganye Temple to befriend a young nun from the palace. What she needs to worry about are the local customs, where a girl can marry after reaching the age of fifteen, and must marry by the latest at eighteen

Recalling the feelings of that time, Cen Sanniang could not help but let out a sigh. After all, she is living well now. Indeed, lamenting the spring and mourning the autumn is unnecessary; not only is it of no help, but it also adds to one's troubles

The capital city of Chang'an seems to be the historical Chang'an with a population of one million. The Tang Dynasty appears to be the flourishing era characterized by a strong influence of foreign cultures, unprecedented prosperity in culture and economy, and minimal restrictions on women. The title of the late emperor is indeed that of Emperor Taizong of Tang, who initiated the Zhenguan governance, and the current emperor is none other than Emperor Gaozong of Tang

However, the current queen is not the unfortunate Wang family who was deposed and reduced to commoner status by the Wu clan, but rather comes from the noble Cui family of Qinghe. Emperor Gaozong has never had a favored consort named Wu Zhaoyi by his side.

Bai Cao suddenly came to a halt. She dejectedly recalled an incident. During last year's Dragon Boat Festival family banquet, Cen San Niang wore that dress adorned with a hundred plates. Afterwards, it even provoked the wrath of the old lady from the third branch, who summoned the first lady and scolded her severely.

Cen Sanniang had not been without despair when she thought of this. Initially, she had considered ending her life at m.hetushu.com. As for reincarnation, three years ago she had transitioned into the body of the sick Cen Sanniang here; who knows what fate awaits in the next life? Perhaps she might gamble on the right outcome

Seeing a reed mat being carried away and thrown into the mass grave, Cen Sanniang's mind was filled with dark images of the night, wild dogs gnawing on corpses, and other such scenes. From that moment on, she dispelled all thoughts of ending her life and resolved to live earnestly.

Without Empress Wu Zetian, will there still be Princess Taiping and Princess Gaoyang? In the future, will there still be Yang Yuhuan, one of the Four Beauties? The seemingly real yet illusory Tang Dynasty leaves Cen Sanniang in doubt as if in a dream. She gazes at the vast sky, and after a long silence, gently gives herself a slap: "Worrying over trivial matters is like eating radishes without seasoning"

Until something happens to oneself, no one truly knows their most genuine reaction

During the day, she was engaged in needlework, glancing at the sharply pointed scissors. In a moment of distraction, she pricked her finger with an embroidery needle, causing a sharp pain. She thought about how painful it would be if the scissors were to pierce her chest, and instantly dismissed the thought

To marry a stranger, to share a bed with him, to serve him well and also take care of his mother. Not only to cook and sew as a full-time maid, but also to bring a concubine home and still have to say how wonderful it is to help my husband expand his family! ... We will be good sisters from now on ... . ... Clearly wanting to kick him away, yet still having to pretend to be virtuous and gentle. This pent-up frustration in my chest will have to be endured for a lifetime. We will be good sisters from now on ... . ... Clearly wanting to kick him away, yet still having to pretend to be virtuous and gentle. This pent-up frustration in my chest will have to be endured for a lifetime.

As she gazed at the white walls in the courtyard, before she could even attempt anything, Qiu Yun from the neighboring Lord Si's courtyard had already committed suicide by crashing into the column.

Cen Sanniang gazed at the high beam at night, imagining a white cloth hanging and swaying, sticking out its tongue at her. That night, she had a nightmare

This sigh, however, led Bai Cao to misunderstand. She bit her lip, feeling somewhat sad: "Is the third young lady worried that she won't have new clothes to wear while watching the dragon boat? That butterfly dress was torn by the maid while washing, and mother patched it with just one butterfly, it looks completely unnoticeable..."