Chapter 3, Pretending to be Drunk

Wudongdao: "The words of the lady have yet to be spoken." Suddenly smiling, she winked and said: "Inside there are fine wines and delicacies, and beautiful companions like flowers. What fun is there to come out and see this icy world!"

Murong Cheng fell silent, secretly pondering that this slender figure was not as good as that slender waist. Although that slender waist appeared somewhat worldly, it possessed much more artistic conception. He curled the corners of his lips, her name suited her, and it was more fitting with her.

She lifted the hem of her skirt as she descended the steps, standing under the awning and gesturing to the other side. The meaning was that he had already gone to bed, allowing Wudong Wuxia to attend to the night watch.

Miyoi fell into her mother's arms and said, "Mother, do not worry. You used to consult the oracle for me, and the high monk at Zongsheng Temple said that I would be extraordinarily wealthy in the future. Look at how fortunate I am; what is there to worry about!"

She stood with her back to the light, her features indistinct. Murong Cheng turned her face away and casually waved her hand to dismiss her

Yayoi suddenly realized that the situation was a bit dire. Her pool of potential suitors had abruptly shrunk, leaving only the master's brothers! She panicked, asking, "What should I do? Is there no other way out?"

She went to great lengths to please, "My parents raised me, my teacher guided me, this kindness is as vast as mountains and seas, and I can hardly repay it even if I die a thousand deaths. Now that my teacher has saved me from peril, I will certainly serve my teacher diligently in the future. Please, my teacher, do me a favor and help your student!"

He bore most of his weight on her, and she truly felt as if her lungs were aching from the strain. It wasn't this bad on the way back; could it be that the alcohol was particularly strong, and she was feeling its effects now? In her heart, she quietly resented those brothers of hers, who just kept pouring the liquor, completely unaware that it was she who was suffering the misfortune

Yayoi paused for a moment, repeatedly denying it

Xie Chao casually replied: "She is the youngest. My mother is a descendant of the King of Bashu's high mountains, where there are various interpretations of 'youngest.' Sometimes it is referred to as 'thin' and sometimes as 'youngest,' and in the end, it simply became 'thin youngest.'"

She secretly despised him, and the master's spring feelings were stirred, instantly diminishing his grand image. Stealing another glance at that woman, she was continuously exchanging glances filled with affection with the master. She probably knew his identity and, attracted by his youth and handsomeness, intended to climb this high branch.

Miyoi felt her heart race at her mother's words, "Mother, please do not make wild guesses. If the Master hears this, it would be utterly embarrassing. As for the marriage with the Wang family, it is not going to happen, so let us set it aside for now! I am still young and do not wish to marry so early."

He leaned on her shoulder for support, the heavy weight pressing down on her, nearly overwhelming her. Fortunately, Wudong stepped forward to take over, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief. Having set that aside, she hurried to the inner room to check the bedding. She reached into the mattress to feel it; the quilt had been infused with fragrance and was warm. She stepped out, lowering the half curtain on the carved door. Seeing Wudong and Wuxia carrying a wooden tub inside, she figured her involvement was likely over, and thus she bowed and said, "Master, please rest; your student takes her leave."

Murong Cheng lowered his head and stroked the tiger bone on his hand, "This is very good, remember what I said today, it is not I who forced you, everything is your own choice"

After going around in circles, she found herself feeling dizzy. By the light of the oil lamp outside the intricately carved door, he propped himself up in the faint glow, leaning against the hidden pouch. His hair had come loose, flowing like water over his shoulders, giving off a rather carefree and unrestrained air

She internally cried out to the heavens and the Bodhisattva, lamenting her misdeeds, thinking how terrible it would be if someone were to see this

Lady Pei was both angry and amused, saying, "You are truly someone who does not worry at all; even if the sky were to fall, you wouldn't care. Where would you find someone so readily available for you!"

The two young men, upon hearing this, felt as if they had been granted a reprieve. They bowed deeply and smiled, saying: "It is still the lady who cares for us! Then we shall trouble the lady here, and we will come back later."

Miyoi responded, looking through the gauze curtain at her mother walking away, and after lingering for a while, she finally got out of bed. She fetched water to wash her face, re-styled her hair, and changed into a high-collared dress, pairing it with a skirt of a contrasting color. Standing in front of the diamond-shaped mirror, she admired her slender figure and her charming features. The wet nurse adorned her with a Zhaojun headdress, and while assessing her in the mirror, she exclaimed: "You are still young now; once you reach maturity in a couple of years, you will surely be a beauty that could topple nations and cities!"

He did not respond directly, merely gazing at her, "Do you really believe me like this?"

"That's enough, don't mention it again. The length of the elder's tenure is not for me to comment on." Miya leaned against the table and unfolded the scroll, carefully examining it as she said, "This is an exquisite edition. Such a precious book was given to me by Sixth Brother; he is truly thoughtful."

Indeed, it is exhausting; the life of a servant is not easy. Even without much activity, just standing for an hour has left me feeling weak and fatigued. I originally intended to sleep, but when I actually got into bed, I found it difficult to fall asleep. As dawn broke, the warm sunlight streamed through the narrow window cracks, landing precisely by my pillow. I squinted against the light, noticing the floating dust particles in the air. Outside, the maids were busy hanging clothes and bedding to dry, moving stools and bamboo poles, creating quite a commotion.

When the towel was presented to him, it was still steaming, and his expression was one of scrutiny. Miyoi, trembling with fear, watched him as he reluctantly wiped himself a couple of times before tossing it aside. Fortunately, she was quick enough to catch it; otherwise, it would have surely hit her face. Then he stood up, staggering. Miyoi felt conflicted; he was about to retire for the night, and under normal circumstances, it was entirely inappropriate for her to attend to him. She was a student, not a maid in his household. Wearing a cover-up would be akin to wearing undergarments, and as a young lady, she should maintain a respectful distance from men. Now, it seemed she was expected to help him to bed.

Murong Cheng made a sound of acknowledgment, "Which temple shall we go to?"

Xie Zhao and Xie Xun exchanged glances. Matters concerning men were not suitable for open discussion in her presence, so he vaguely said: "We will have fun later, Your Highness, we will take care of things here, you may return to your own garden!"

Having stepped onto the footrest of the Hu bed, it is impossible to support oneself now, and I do not know when it changed to an embrace. To be honest, it is quite embarrassing. The gentleman is tall, and although I do not consider myself short, I only reach his chest. His legs lack strength, and he relies entirely on her to maneuver. She exerts herself, straining with all her might, her hair has come undone, cascading over her face without a care. If he does not take a step, it would truly be the end of her!

The attire of the Yayoi period is indeed fitting, and in any case, it is what it is. Let us discuss it again in a couple of years when the days are more pleasant.

"What a snow!" he suddenly said, "It's quite cool..."

Miyoi now plays the role of a follower; wherever her master goes, she must wait nearby and be ready to obey orders. As Murong Cheng steps forward, she quickly gathers her skirt and follows closely behind. Xie Zhao notices this, turns back, and says: "Xiao Yao, go back; there are dedicated servants there to attend to him, you are not needed."

She exerted all her strength to push him, but he remained motionless nestled in the crook of her neck, the sound of his breathing still echoing in her ears, and he murmured, "So fragrant..."

Xie Chaoxiao smiled ambiguously and leaned close to his ear, whispering: "That is indeed an extraordinary and talented individual, Your Highness will know upon first sight. Last year, my family’s Wulang brought her back from Danyang, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and all forms of literary arts, she excels in everything."

Miyoi glanced at the scholar; his complexion was slightly flushed, contrasting with his snow-white skin, which surprisingly revealed a hint of delicate charm. Just as she was about to ask where they were going, a woman dressed in a crimson gauze skirt emerged from within. With elegantly arched eyebrows and flowing eyes, she appeared somewhat gaudy, yet undeniably beautiful. After a moment of daze, she suddenly realized that these unruly brothers truly intended to drag her scholar into their mischief! The scholar's eyes sparkled with a bright light, clearly enjoying the attention and feeling quite pleased. After a moment of daze, she suddenly realized that these unruly brothers truly intended to drag her scholar into their mischief! The scholar's eyes sparkled with a bright light, clearly enjoying the attention and feeling quite pleased.

He nodded slightly and said, "No wonder it was named 'Miyoi'. However, in comparison, that little name sounds better." As he spoke, he quickened his pace, not waiting for her to open the umbrella, and walked straight outside.

Lady Pei responded, "That is not difficult at all! Tomorrow, when you are free, we can take the opportunity to pay our respects to Guanyin before your coming-of-age ceremony." She stood up with excitement, "I was afraid you might be lazy and unwilling to go out, but since you are willing, I will have someone prepare the incense and offerings right away. It is also good to accumulate some merit." After saying this, she took her shawl and headed towards the door, but after taking a few steps, she paused and turned back, saying, "You should warm up for a while, then get up and go to the pear garden. In case the banquet ends early, we must not lose our manners in front of the master."

"Has the master awakened?" she stammered, feeling her cheeks burning as if on fire, her mind also in a daze. After steadying herself, she finally said: "I will go and light the lamp."

Yayoi bit into a piece of fried dough, crunching it loudly as she spoke with her eyes downcast: "It is all because of his background. If he were also the flesh and blood of my lord, even if he were a bastard, who would dare to utter a word of gossip? Now, it is different; the white jade has fallen into the mire, and anyone dares to step on it."

Miyoshin smiled shyly and said, "You often say that fortune lies in the bones, so what is meant for me will not escape." Changing the subject, Miyoshin expressed her deep melancholy, saying, "The temples in Chenliu have been built up quite a bit; now there is a temple every five li, truly making it resemble Ye City. When I returned last year, I mentioned wanting to go and draw lots, but I forgot after being delayed by the cold weather. Today is the 13th, and after the 15th, I will have to return to the academy, so it seems I will not be able to pay my respects."

She shifted her gaze and looked at him strangely. It is only hailing at the moment, where is there even a trace of snowflakes! The master must have drunk too much, and cannot see clearly before him. Moreover, it is clearly cold enough to pierce the bones, yet he says it is cool; is he not like a well-fed man who does not understand the hunger of a starving man?

Miyoi exchanged a glance with the two young men, silently acknowledging that this appearance did not align with his wishes. He then dared not speak further, and wisely went over to wring the cloth, respectfully presenting it. He received it, held it in his hand, and frowned slightly, saying, "Not hot enough"

She said, "I won't sleep, I will read for a while"

Yuan Xiang stuck out her tongue and said, "Isn't Your Highness's elegant title the Junzi of Yueling? Does a Junzi also enjoy this?"

The snow fell heavily, swirling like flying cotton, both urgent and dense. She paused, gathered her hair, and two women entered through the courtyard gate, draping a cloak over her and wrapping her in a warm shawl. Once she was properly dressed, they opened an umbrella and accompanied her out.

When Yayoi originally discussed this matter with the Master, he indeed mentioned that in the future, she could only be matched with someone from the Murong clan. She speculated that it was most likely a branch family’s marquis or a relative from the next generation. However, her mother spoke of princes, which left her perplexed, "All the princes have legitimate wives; could it be that I am to become a concubine? Did the Master make himself clear? Or did Mother misunderstand?"

Yuan Xiang entered with a gilded tray and said, "You girl really don't know your place; why ask so many questions? Just bring it over." After dismissing Mei Shou, she placed a plate of fine ring-shaped pastries on the table and smiled, "These just came out of the kitchen, I brought some for the lady to snack on. What banquet is His Highness the King of Le Ling attending? Why is there no one to serve?"

Miyoi did not concern herself with those matters; the future can be addressed in due time. The immediate challenge must be overcome first, as that is of utmost importance. Fortunately, it seems that the master is becoming more flexible. Relying on his strength appears to be the right path, and there is still much hope.

The water in the cup gradually cools, and held in hand, it presents a vague temperature. One can still faintly detect the cold and subtle fragrance, but unfortunately, only the lingering threads remain. He places the cup on the table, resenting his good tolerance for alcohol. They persistently encourage him, yet he becomes increasingly sober with each drink. In fact, sometimes getting a little drunk is quite nice; joy fades away, and worries also dissipate. It is rare to be muddled, which is truly something unattainable for a person like him. In fact, sometimes getting a little drunk is quite nice; joy fades away, and worries also dissipate. It is rare to be muddled, which is truly something unattainable for a person like him.

Murong Cheng, however, was curious and repeated it twice, then turned to Xie Zhao and asked, "I had no idea that Eleven Niang's nickname was 'Slim Waist'"

She drooped her eyelids, half-kneeling on the footstool to adjust him a bit, then dragged over a high pillow to place under his neck. After smoothing out the bedding, she turned to blow out the candle, just as she was about to step out, she suddenly heard him say: "Be sure to wake me up on time tomorrow"

She cried out in distress and had no choice but to reach out and move his leg. Unexpectedly, she suddenly lost her balance, and he fell forward. In a whirlwind of chaos, he crashed down onto the board with a thud. Like a mountain, he firmly pinned her beneath him

Miyoi was taken aback. She was inexperienced in the ways of the world, and after a hint from her mother, she began to doubt whether she had overlooked something or made a mistake. She leaned forward and asked, "What do you mean by that, Mother?"

The Master was slightly inebriated, and it seemed as though he was unsteady on his feet. Wudong and Wuxia stepped forward to support him, but he raised his hand to keep them at bay. He was displeased, and no one dared to act rashly again. Reluctantly, they had no choice but to return to the courtyard to prepare bedding.

It is rather strange, said Wu Xia, adjusting his sleeves: "Your Highness seems quite happy today; I noticed you have consumed several cups of wine, which is something that has never happened before. Last time during the birthday celebration of Wang Shou in Taiyuan, when Jian Pingwang and Wang Shangdang took the opportunity to pour wine, Your Highness was displeased and immediately smashed the wine cup and left. Your Highness does not have a fondness for wine; it is rare to see you like this today."

Well, she should return early to wash up and rest! Having disrupted someone else's good fortune, her future days will not be easy. She wisely took a step back, bowed deeply, and said, "Students cannot serve from the side; Master, please take care. The student respectfully bids farewell to the Master!"

He murmured softly with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth: "It has been so difficult to wait for..."

"You do not understand the matters of men. What do you know of character? Is it the passionate and vigorous style of writing?" Xie Zhao waved his hand, "That is not comprehensive! To be both intoxicated and singing, to be mad and wild. Character does not merely refer to the writing on paper, but is also an attitude towards life." He laughed heartily, "For example, your fourth brother, drinking wine during the Cold Food Festival, how delightful that is!"

His gaze flowed like the rippling waves on the surface of a lake. Miyoi felt somewhat at a loss for words, as if she had fallen into a trap. Her heart raced, and just as she was about to speak, Xie Chao entered, bowing respectfully to Murong Cheng and saying, "A grand banquet has been prepared in the garden to honor Your Highness, please follow me there."

"Master, please lift your leg..." She leaned her shoulder against his right lapel, tilting her neck to call out to him. He hung his head down, appearing as if he were asleep.

Yayoi felt a sense of melancholy and helplessness, "A gentleman is still a man; I suppose all men have their preferences! Firstly, it is in their nature, and secondly, it is a matter of socializing. Prince Le Ling is known for his flamboyant and unrestrained demeanor, and everyone in Ye City is aware of it. Nowadays, it is quite common for the nobility to drink and consort with courtesans; where can one find a man who maintains his integrity?"

In the inner room, Murong Cheng emerged in ceremonial attire, wearing a brocade robe with flowing wide sleeves. Adorning her head was a golden crown resembling a mountain, and at her waist, she was cinched with a jade belt hook. Simply standing there, she already exuded an air of elegance and grace.

"Zongsheng Temple," she said, "When I was a child, I was weak, and my mother feared that I would not grow up. Therefore, she registered me as a disciple in the temple, praying for the Buddha's protection so that I could grow up without illness or disaster. I will turn 15 the day after tomorrow, and I must go to the temple to fulfill my vow"

Xie Chaobian spoke while leading the way: "Everyone is waiting for Your Highness, please follow me."

Yayoi felt a bit troubled. If, as they said, someone were to attend to the bed, then she certainly would not need to wait any longer. But what if there was no one? If the master came out of the inner chamber and did not see her, he would think she was being lazy and would inevitably mock her with cold sarcasm. After considering this, she shook her head and said, "Let’s wait until the master finishes the banquet! It seems it will take a while. You have been out in the cold for a while, so go into the ear room and have some soup to warm yourselves. I will have someone keep an eye here, and if there is a summons, I will call for you."

She was exposed for her shortcomings, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she dared not retort. Nuo Nuo complied, watching as the master, with his robes billowing, walked out of the flower-draped gate and headed south

"I know this is exactly what you wanted. You have always disliked people who are overweight, and now your wish has been fulfilled." Lady Pei sat, clenching her fists and tapping her knees. Miyosh knew that she had a problem with joint pain in cold weather, so she hurriedly called for someone to bring a charcoal basin. A copper cover was placed on top, and it was moved to warm her legs. Meishou knelt beside her to massage her legs, and after a while, feeling much better, she said: "I was just about to ask you, with His Highness the Prince of Leiling making such a statement, did you say something to him? Did you secretly ask him for something?"

Murong Cheng is someone who understands things at a glance. He nodded and said, "Allow me to change my clothes, please wait a moment."

She did not understand what he was saying, only saying: "The student will ask the master for leave tomorrow, as my mother wants to take me to the temple to pay respects to Guanyin. I will send someone perceptive to attend to the master later."

Madam Pei entered after drawing the curtain, walking in while saying: "You just sit still, there's no need to fuss over this among ourselves!" After having her maidservant assist her to sit comfortably in the rose chair, she gathered her hands around the hand warmer and said: "I just received some news and came over to share it with you."

He tucked his hands and said: "If the Xie family has a daughter to marry into the Wang family, it would not be feasible upon serious consideration. I can express this in front of your father, but if I do, it will limit your choices for a husband in the future. You will only be allowed to marry a Murong. Have you thought this through?"

Murong Cheng has a habit of warming his hands with cloths taken from boiling hot water. Miyoshin did not know this earlier, and when she heard him complain about being busy carrying the copper kettle, she prepared a large basin of hot water. As soon as she put her hands in, they were immediately scalded, causing her to grimace in pain. She understood that serving such a noble person was a difficult task, but fortunately, he would not stay in Yangxia for long, and it would be fine once he returned to the Taixue. After all, there was hope, and she gritted her teeth to get the job done, enduring the hardship for just these two days.

Yayoi straightened up, reluctant to leave the warmth, sitting cross-legged on the wooden stool, and said in a spoiled tone: "Mother, please sit down quickly, I am cold, I won't come down to greet you."

Indeed, Lady Pei sighed, "It seems that your marriage with Wang Jialang is unlikely to come to fruition. The Ninth Prince has stated a thousand reasons and more, yet he remains resolute in his refusal. He merely mentioned that you are the legitimate daughter of the Xie family's main branch, and marrying into the Wang family would be inappropriate. From what I gather, it appears he intends to match you with one of the princes."

Everywhere in the garden, lanterns were lit. The hail had stopped, and in the hazy yellow light, fragments of snow danced, drifting into people's noses and mouths. He stood with his hands behind his back, his six-foot-long sleeves barely brushing the ground. Miyoi hurriedly raised an umbrella and chased after him. He turned back and said, "There is nothing to do tomorrow, I will go as well. Let’s see what the temples in Chenliu are like compared to those in Ye City"

Mei Shou went out and soon brought in the kang table and the small table, arranging everything neatly. He asked, "What book do you want to read? This noon, Mr. Liu sent over 'Records of the Underworld' and 'Strange Tales'. Shall we read them now?"

Miyoi returned to her garden, chatted for a while, and then lay back on the ground, gazing up at the sky.

No matter how much Minister Xie promotes frugality, he is ultimately immensely wealthy. Living in an old house, he surely does not sleep on anything less than a bed of gold and jade. The descendants of the next generation are unwilling to live with their heads bowed and eyes downcast; they skillfully indulge in beautiful wives and concubines, keep courtesans, and maintain young male lovers, excelling in every aspect of their pursuits.

She entered holding a cup, respectfully bowing as she presented it, "If the Master has no other instructions, I shall return to my own garden now. It is getting late, Master, please settle yourself early"

She felt a bit embarrassed, picked up the hand warmer, and went out to the garden.

Lady Pei looked at her with compassion, "Do you think that the marriages of women from prominent families are casual? There is originally no room for choice, and now having cut off all avenues, you truly must leave it to fate." She shook her head, "The Wang and Xie families both serve in the court, and there is no way to avoid this; your father will inevitably have to respond to him in person. Other explanations cannot be fabricated, as His Highness the Prince of Le Ling has taken charge and instructed your father to push you towards him, not to mention that he has not called for a military expedition. In this way, your future marriage will certainly require his involvement. My child, I hope he does not delay your youth."

Looking up, the surroundings were shrouded in chaos, with a hint of moisture in the wind, suggesting that it might snow again. She quickened her pace, crossing several flower-laden gates before reaching the pear garden. Upon entering the garden, she heard the sound of elegant music; outside the main hall, a row of young servants stood waiting, among them were those brought by the master. Miye waved her hand to call them over, asking, "How is it inside? Has the master come out?"

Miyoi ignored him, smiled at Xie Yun, and then turned to Murong Cheng, saying, "Is the master enjoying himself? Shall the student attend to the master's needs?"

"It would have been better if it weren't the case," Lady Pei said, "If it is, then you are nothing but a fool"

She scoffed, "What kind of good banquet could it be that Second Brother and the others are organizing! There are all kinds of famous performers, and Fifth Brother even offered up his beloved courtesan. I probably won't need to make an appearance again, right"

Madam Pei fell silent. At that time, she was pregnant with her child and had dreamed of the sun and moon merging in her embrace. The significance of such a dream need not be mentioned, but due to the taboos of the chaotic times, she did not dare to speak of it. Looking at the current situation, it indeed seems to have been predetermined. A husband’s honor brings glory to his wife; if it is to be as the hexagram suggests, the husband must receive the throne. Not everyone can become an emperor; ultimately, one must be chosen from these eleven individuals. She sighed, "Forget it, I will not concern myself with it. The fortunes of my descendants are their own; if I ask too much, you will find me tedious." Not everyone can become an emperor; ultimately, one must be chosen from these eleven individuals. She sighed, "Forget it, I will not concern myself with it. The fortunes of my descendants are their own; if I ask too much, you will find me tedious."

Without winter, one smiles, "Is it not permissible for people to have moments of joy? Among the kings, who is good and who is bad, Your Highness has already kept a ledger in your heart. When drinking with those who are on the same wavelength, naturally, a thousand cups are too few; but with those who are calculating both openly and secretly, what is there to entangle with! Drinking too much can lead to mistakes. However, since this is at the residence of Minister Xie, and it is also the family of the young lady, Your Highness need not be wary of anyone, so it is only natural to drink a bit more."

There was still a trace of twilight in the sky, and the banquet could be considered over. The servants inside hung up the door curtains, and the young gentlemen, their faces glowing, streamed out one after another. Miyoi was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to greet them. Xie Heng called out, "How long have you been waiting, little one? Your face is frozen stiff! If I had known you were outside, I would have brought you a cup of wine to warm you up!"

Murong Cheng waved his hand, "Don't mention it to him, it's too formal and makes everyone uncomfortable. Just go quietly, pay your respects to the Buddha, and come back."

The world is filled with desolation, and the scenery both near and far is quite blurred. After half a tea's worth of time, it indeed began to hail, with fine and dense pellets pattering on the corrugated roof. Inside the room, the clinking of cups and the mingling of voices created a lively atmosphere, while the occasional lifting of the curtain brought forth a puff of warm air, which quickly dissipated into nothingness. The charcoal in the hand warmer gradually cooled down, and she touched her ears, which felt as cold as ice shards. Her feet were also freezing, forcing her to stamp in place a couple of times. It seemed that the stamping was vigorous enough that a tingling sensation shot straight up to her knees. The charcoal in the hand warmer gradually cooled down, and she touched her ears, which felt as cold as ice shards. Her feet were also freezing, forcing her to stamp in place a couple of times. It seemed that the stamping was vigorous enough that a tingling sensation shot straight up to her knees.

Yayoi nodded and instructed the people below to lead them to the tent to warm up, while she wrapped herself in a crane cloak and leaned against the supporting pillar, waiting.

Murong Cheng turned around, the outside was cold and freezing, and the icicles on the treetops had yet to melt. She stood in the north wind, her cheeks both pale and stiff. The cold was one thing, and moreover, that kind of occasion was indeed not suitable for a young lady, so she spoke up: "Your brother is right, you should return to your own room. Weren't you just dozing off? It would be good to go back and take a nap."

"Then it can only be the Murong family." He slowly paced in the bright sunlight filling the room, "But if I were to sing a different tune from your father, then your marriage would have to be decided by me. I will betroth you to whomever I choose, is that acceptable?"

Wu Xia stretched his neck and chuckled, "However, the young lady serving beside us is truly beautiful. No wonder our prince is in such a good mood! I fear that the lady who will be attending to him tonight is still waiting, isn't she?"

Miyoi Road is, helping him up the steps, seeing him sway unsteadily, softly reminding: "Master, please watch your step."

"Repay me?" He seemed to ponder for a moment, then smiled again, "I fear that one day you will come to hate me"

The hail in the sky strikes painfully upon the people, while Miyoi holds an umbrella to guide the master. The northwest wind is bone-chilling, as if the flesh on her joints is about to burst; she can only keep changing hands to hold the umbrella.

He said it was unnecessary, pinched the bridge of his nose, and his voice was somewhat hoarse, "Pour me a glass of water."

Is it truly a mark of character to be madly eccentric all day long without any inner reflection? The behavior of these men is simply bizarre

He descended the steps on his own, while May looked at her brothers with a strange expression. Xie Xun and the other brothers seemed discontented, helplessly waving at her to follow them and attend to their needs. Now that the main character had left, they found it dull to remain, so they pulled up their hoods and dispersed one by one

The face under the sunlight is one he has seen every day for three years, familiar with every expression and every glance. Among his three thousand disciples, he has only accepted this one female student. A single red flower amidst a sea of green naturally draws his attention. Although she is a girl, her temperament is quite stubborn. Many times, with just a little coaxing or a plea for compassion, her situation could improve significantly; however, her stubbornness is something he appreciates. Stubborn people often possess perseverance, and once they set their mind on something, they can pursue it relentlessly. This time, she could no longer endure and finally thought to seek his help. Her tone was earnest, and her words were quite moving, indeed worthy of consideration.

The maidservant at the tea station responded and leaned in halfway through the curtain, asking, "What does the lady desire?"

Madam Pei was somewhat ambiguous, saying, "I can't be too sure either, but following the context, it is most likely this meaning. If there truly is a plan, which Wang could it be? I suspect it is Wang Jue of the Sixth, as only his position as the legitimate wife remains vacant. After all, it cannot be himself; historically, there has never been a case of a teacher marrying a student."

Murong Cheng smiled and said, "I heard someone singing 'Yangguan San Die' early this morning, and the tone is truly beautiful. I wonder which famous performer it is; I was just thinking of going to pay a visit."

She paused in her steps, gazing at the master's expression.

Having just finished drinking, he felt a heat rising in his body and walked very slowly, causing May to suspect whether he had taken a cold food powder. However, she found it difficult to ask directly and could only grit her teeth and accompany him silently.

He turned his face, his eyes shimmering, "The weather is not good, but it doesn't seem cold." As he spoke, he loosened the ribbon around his collar, "It's so hot that I can hardly bear it!"

Lady Pei said in a gentle voice, "Your parents have chosen a suitor for you, naturally considering your best interests. If someone else were to take charge, they might not be free of selfish motives. Moreover, His Highness the Prince of Leiling is still young and cannot even manage his own romantic affairs, let alone find a suitable match for you!" She sighed, "At this point, it is too late to say anything. We are not like ordinary commoners; if we miss out on the Wang family, there is still the Li family. The Langya Wang family is at the pinnacle, and if this marriage does not materialize, we will truly be left with only the Murong family. Just think about it, among the princes, there are no young men of your age. Your elder sister Fosheng married the Eleventh Prince; if you were to look to the next generation or marry a prince from a collateral line, where would that leave your reputation?"

She jumped up in fright in the darkness. His speech was very clear, not at all like someone who was drunk. What had happened earlier? She thought in panic, could it be that the fall had woken him up? Since he was awake, why was he silent again? If it was to avoid embarrassment, he should have remained silent; speaking now would be rather inappropriate.

She has developed a bit of resentment; who knows how long this will go on! With her neck stiffened, she truly wants to leave, yet from within comes the sound of applause.

Such intimate tasks do not require her involvement. The two young men went in to attend to it, while Miyoi cast a sidelong glance at Xie Zhao, saying, "Brother, you are doing such things again! The Master teaches that the highest virtue is like water, so as not to bring you trouble."

She was taken aback; the master is indeed an elder, but he is so young! He cannot even settle his own marriage, yet he wants to control hers

Mei Shou sat on the nearby stool to embroider a handkerchief, recalling the words of the wet nurse from last night, she interjected: "Nowadays, it is difficult to distinguish between good and bad people. I observe that Liu Lang Jun has a good temperament and character, yet everyone seems to be wary of him"

He was in high spirits, and Miyoi did not dare to dampen his enthusiasm. She bowed and said, "Then I will send someone to inform my second brother and ask him to make arrangements."

Miyoi was so startled that she crawled out from underneath using both her hands and feet. After calming herself for a while, she finally sighed in relief when she saw that he showed no signs of waking up. It was better that he remained asleep; if he woke up, it would be even more awkward. She had come of age and was no longer a child. If a man were to take advantage of her, it would be embarrassing if word got out.

Yayoi was momentarily stunned, but soon cast aside her displeasure and teased, "Who knows, I might have some extraordinary encounter! After fighting for decades, what if one day a long-lost prince returns to claim his heritage? Then I would have a way out"

He was still lying there, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed. She sighed and stepped forward to take off his shoes. He turned over, revealing a strikingly beautiful face in the candlelight. She held him in great reverence, too beautiful to dare to gaze at freely, as if lingering her gaze for even a moment would be sacrilegious. In the academy, they worship Confucius and Mencius daily; the Master is a revered elder, and one must be as cautious as when facing heaven and earth.

She accepted the order and felt a wave of confusion rise within her. The master is a profound person, his words and actions are unpredictable. Yet, this is simply too frightening, as if there are a thousand sharp eyes, keenly aware of the world. She strangely felt that she had fallen short, even feeling somewhat embarrassed to face him. But it was only for a moment, and then she laughed at herself for being so foolish. This was originally an accident, and besides, the master is like a father. Even if there were some mistakes, what is there to be calculative about between elders and juniors! Perhaps after a night's sleep, she would forget it the next day.

He spoke as if it had nothing to do with him, and there was a faint, narrow-minded smile in his eyes, which frightened May. Marrying into a foreign land, was that not equivalent to exile? Those barbarians, living on raw flesh and drinking blood, just the thought of it made one feel terrified. She twisted her fingers and said, "I will not marry into a foreign land"

Mei Shou brought two rolls of brocade and placed them beside her, listening to their conversation, and exclaimed: "I didn't expect the King of Leiling to be like this; he seems quite upright."

Yayoi made every effort to hold the umbrella above his head and pleaded, "Master, please bear with it a little longer. You have just had some wine, and your body feels warm; it will not be hot for long. If you take off the cloak now, the cold air will invade, and you will surely fall ill and need medicine tomorrow."

"Since you have rejected the marriage proposal from the Wang family, they will certainly pay attention when you eventually marry. If you do not marry into the Murong clan, the Wang family will not be able to swallow this grievance, and it is likely that trouble will arise." He clasped his hands behind his back and pondered, "However, there are other options. You could marry into a foreign clan. The Gaoche, Rouran, Wusun, Shiwey... as long as you are willing, you will surely have a future. At the very least, you would become a princess, which would align perfectly with the rumors about your Xie family circulating in the streets."

She shivered slightly and said, "The Master speaks very truly"

Seeing her hesitation, he displayed a nonchalant expression on his face, "You may want to think it over carefully. However, the Murong clan is of royal descent, having gained their territory through valor on horseback, and they have many brave relatives. Whichever one it is, they certainly will not be inferior to the Wang family."

He sat in the official hat chair, listening to her words without expressing any opinion, turning his face to glance at her. His deep-set eyes, devoid of emotion, were chillingly fierce. He did not say anything, merely closed his eyelids, appearing quite impatient

Yayoi made a sound of acknowledgment, pondering that it must be news of a marriage proposal from the Langya Wang family. She inquired about her husband's opinion, and he expressed that it was not appropriate, which startled her mother. Her mother hurriedly came to inform her. She forced herself to remain calm and continued to eat and drink as usual, saying, "What news? Mother, please tell me, I am listening!"

He is somewhat receptive to advice and reluctantly agreed. With his hands behind his back, he slowly paced along the corridor, recalling her marriage, and casually remarked, "It is said that everything is settled, and I will not make things difficult for you anymore. Just stay by my side, and in the future, you will certainly not be treated poorly."

She let out a sound, somewhat dazed, "Is there no other way out?"

She nodded slightly, "The Master is a renowned gentleman from Le Ling. A gentleman is open and magnanimous, and I hold the Master in the highest regard. Even if I were to entrust my lifelong affairs to the Master, I believe my family would also feel at ease."

However, the one who is most perceptive is the one who is neither in winter nor summer. Since His Highness did not ask the young lady of the Xie family to leave just now, it is clear that the time has come to test her filial piety. If they foolishly go up to help now, it would be strange not to get a beating for their trouble! The Master is no different from a father, so there is no need to be so overly cautious! In the Taixue, among three thousand Confucian scholars, only a few dozen are fortunate enough to become disciples; who does not revere the Master as a Bodhisattva? Since the young lady of the Xie family is among them, it is only right for her to serve diligently. After all, the Master's status is there, and he would not treat her harshly.

Just as she was speaking, a young maid under the corridor announced, "The matron has arrived"

They gestured to her with their lips and exchanged glances, then one of them lifted the shoulder pole and carried the water bucket out. Mi Rong had no choice but to support the teacher's arm and move forward, saying as they walked, "Teacher, please go to bed and rest! Step over the plank... lift your leg..."

Indeed, Wang Lang is stout, and thinking of this makes her dizzy. Well, the master has a keen eye for people, and those chosen by him are certainly not lacking. Mi Rong held her breath and said, "Let us proceed as the master suggests; I am the master's student, and he would certainly not harm me"

However, he did not move his toes and paused slightly before saying, "I am also tired; let us return and rest." He then cupped his hands in salute to Xie Zhao and the others, saying, "You all enjoy yourselves; I will not accompany you. We can find another opportunity to gather later."

Yayoi's heart was settled in her stomach. In any case, as long as the master agreed to it, nothing would be impossible to accomplish. Feeling bored, she tossed and turned under the quilt, feeling quite warm, and had no desire to get out of bed. Looking outside, she vaguely saw a figure under the window and propped herself up to call out, "Who is out there?"