Chapter 1, Year-End

Yayoi twitched her lips, not daring to retort, and simply said: "I will go in to pay my respects to my parents, and then I will speak with my elder brother."

She said nervously, "I dare not. " After a pause, she stammered, "It is not that my daughter wishes to delay, but that the master is intentionally making things difficult. The other day, during the lesson on seal carving, he knew I was about to leave, yet he sent someone to deliver a stone blank for me to carve a seal. I did not dare to disobey the master's orders, so I could only finish the work before setting off. " She cast a sidelong glance at her mother and brother, saying, "Father, think of a way to excuse me. I am quite frustrated and wish to leave the apprenticeship right away. "

Raw eggs are known as "Lianxing". It is said that swallowing seven red beans can ward off plagues. Furthermore, there is a practice of binding and applying a mixture of realgar and wax, shaped into the size of a small ball. On the morning of the first day of the month, wearing them with men on the left and women on the right can frighten away evil spirits and attract good fortune while avoiding misfortune

He finished speaking and left with a flick of his sleeve, his hemp-soled shoes already thoroughly soaked, yet he deliberately chose to walk along the heavily snow-laden wall base. His gait was unsteady and swaying, resembling someone in a daze, evoking a complex mix of sorrow and joy in onlookers

Yayoi and her cousins had not seen each other for a long time. Once the reunion dinner was nearly finished, they spontaneously moved aside. A maid standing by assisted with rinsing their mouths and washing their hands, then brought over a charcoal basin and provided a hot water pot for them to warm in their arms. The five sisters gathered around the four-sided bed behind the screen to prepare tea.

As the day draws to a close, there is still no sign of his return. A noblewoman with a slightly disheveled hairstyle stands under the ornate eaves of the main hall, peering towards the door with her hands clasped in her warm sleeves. After waiting for a while, unable to contain her impatience, she sends someone inside to relay a message, calling for A-Lang, and anxiously says: "It is getting late, and I wonder if something has gone awry on the road. You and your father should go and inform him, and take someone to the outskirts of the city to welcome him back."

Xie Ji smiled and said, "Why are you concerned about me? You have stayed in Ye City for three years, yet you have not seen the Master and the fellow disciples distributing medicine? Focus on your studies; you need not concern yourself with my matters."

The thoughts of young people are always quite simple, with clear distinctions between love and hate. Dao Sheng is very disdainful; she has never liked Fo Sheng's demeanor, as if the whole world owes her something. With a sneer, she spoke with a hint of contempt, "I speak frankly, so don't criticize me. Fo Sheng is merely a concubine, and her background is significantly inferior. His Highness King Kangmu is just a cripple, not a fool. If it weren't for his illness, how could she possibly be considered as a match? She now acts as if she has suffered a great injustice, which I find amusing. Does she think that if she doesn't marry the prince, she would be willing to marry a commoner? Fo Sheng is merely a concubine, and her background is significantly inferior. His Highness King Kangmu is just a cripple, not a fool. If it weren't for his illness, how could she possibly be considered as a match? She now acts as if she has suffered a great injustice, which I find amusing. Does she think that if she doesn't marry the prince, she would be willing to marry a commoner? I fear that when the time comes, she will have another excuse, resenting that she was matched with someone of low status, not being treated as a person. The Xie family has daughters to be empresses, but they do not count the illegitimate daughters among them. She may be small in stature, but her ambitions are not. Does she still expect to climb up and achieve great heights in one leap?

Miyoi sat down again, as the wind blew through the corridor, directly rushing into her sleeves. She shifted her crescent-shaped stool closer to the corner and lowered her head to trace the vine patterns on her garment. The branches and leaves intertwined, intricately adorning the plain silk trim, which became somewhat tedious to look at after a while

If one were to follow the old customs as passed down, it would be even more complicated. After fifty years of war, it has now been simplified. Originally, there were many rituals such as hanging peach wood charms, painting chickens, and using money strings to hit dung heaps, among others, which were indeed numerous. By the time morning arrived, the festivities were lively enough, leaving people feeling overwhelmed. In childhood, one looked forward to the New Year, eager to wear new clothes. As one grew older, interest waned, and watching the younger nephews and nieces play inevitably brought a sense of fleeting time.

Minister Xie appeared stern on the surface, yet deep down he could not bear to be harsh. After a year of separation from his child, especially at the year's end, punishing him to kneel and face the wall upon returning home seemed unreasonable. He first calmed his anger and said: "Considering your youth, I will spare you this time. After the third day of the new year, I will write a letter to your teacher. The fifteenth day of the first month happens to be your coming-of-age ceremony; once the rites are completed, it will not be too late to return to Ye City." Minister Xie sighed helplessly, saying, "Once you become an adult, things cannot be as casual as they are now. If you dare to speak recklessly again, I will punish you severely. Do you understand? Get up and speak!"

Madam He inquired, "Is it true that the sage in the court does not concern himself with Empress Tuoba? Even King Kangmu has taken a wife, yet His Highness the King of Yueling is left with the Eleventh Empress?"

Xie Ji fixed his gaze and quickly tucked his arms back into his sleeves. After taking two or three steps back, he grinned and asked, "When did Xiao Yao return?"

The daughters of the Xie family, except for Miyoi, were raised in seclusion, yearning for the outside world, and eagerly inquired about the situation in Yecheng. Currently, the situation has stabilized, and a group of cultured scholars has emerged in the capital, exceptionally talented and free-spirited. Miyoi vividly described it, while Liansheng from her fourth uncle's family charmingly remarked: "I do not have such a fortunate fate as Xiaoyao. If I could also take on a mentor and travel outside for a while, it would not be in vain for this life."

This time, a taboo has been violated, and the brothers and sisters-in-law furrow their brows. On New Year's Eve, it is forbidden to die or be alive; especially, Minister Xie holds great respect for teachers and the way of the Dao, and it is inevitable that he will receive a scolding.

Everyone present felt awkward upon hearing this. Upon careful consideration, only the eldest branch is the legitimate line. The order of age is secondary; if a prince must be matched, the last position will undoubtedly belong to Miyoi. However, given the current status of master and disciple, this thought has been dismissed, yet unexpectedly, it has allowed those below to indulge in fanciful thoughts.

Tan Sheng knew that Mi Sheng was taking care of her sister. Fearing that Dao Sheng's rambling might harm the sisterly bond, he quickly interjected, "She has been married for three years; I suppose she should have children by now. Unfortunately, there has been no correspondence, and the situation in Gaoyang remains unknown."

From the lobby to the flower hall, she slowly walked while holding her mother's arm. At one moment, feeling a bit sentimental, she leaned against her mother's shoulder and murmured: "Mother, I think of you day and night while I am away! The teacher is strict, and I can never finish the assignments he gives every day. Just the other day, as I was about to leave, I was so anxious to return and see you that I accidentally cut my hand with a knife, and it still hurts now!"

"It sounds nice when you say it!" Lady Pei said, affectionately smoothing her hair at the temples, "I do not ask for anything else, as long as you can be matched with a good husband in the future, living a life of abundance and comfort, I will be at ease."

Indeed, the head of the family was furious, "Do you think that after becoming a disciple you still have your own opinions? Until the master speaks, you shall serve me diligently. Not to mention the coming-of-age ceremony, even when it comes to selecting a husband and getting married in the future, it must be done according to the master's wishes"

The sisters-in-law chimed in, saying: "Auntie has been looking forward to this moment; it truly represents over a decade of hard work. This outfit has been prepared for three months, and in the future, when my younger sister grows up, she must show proper filial piety to Auntie."

Madam Pei is the principal wife of the Xie family, the legitimate consort. She has raised four sons, and it was only with the fifth that she finally gave birth to a daughter, cherished like a beloved child. Listening to her gentle words, filled with both flattery and lament, as she holds hands to examine the wounds, one feels a pang of pain in the heart.

In the spring of the first month, I felt a sense of confusion, as if I were not learning a craft but had signed a contract of servitude. Even the selection of a husband required my master's decision. That prince, who usually does not speak lightly or smile, treats me as his closed-door disciple, yet does not show me any favor. It seems that hoping to marry within my lifetime is likely impossible.

The maid led her to the main hall, where a curtain hung over the door, and beneath it lay a thick woolen mat. Miyoi lifted the hall curtain and stepped inside, only to be choked by a puff of smoke as soon as she entered. The New Year's Eve ancestral worship was a long-standing tradition, and her late arrival was a significant act of disrespect. Stealing a glance at her father, she felt no familiar warmth of kinship after a year apart. Her heart raced, and the maid handed her a towel to clean her face, while several brothers and sisters-in-law signaled for her to offer incense and bow first. She had no choice but to steady her nerves and complete the ritual, and only after everything was properly arranged did she turn to greet her parents and elders seated at the front.

Miyoi has grown a face that is enviable, and by the age of eight, it was said in the streets that her beauty was captivating and unparalleled throughout history. Now, six or seven years have passed, and she has become even more outstanding. It is a kind of beauty that strikes a perfect balance; when unadorned, she possesses a subtle elegance, yet when adorned, she radiates a distinctly vibrant brilliance.

She hurriedly got up and followed into the garden. The Xie family is large and prosperous, with pine trees planted on both sides of the path. After the snow, the sun shone brightly, and many icicles had formed on the pine needles. When the wind blew, they shook and fell, covering their heads. The two of them, master and servant, laughed as they protected their collars and rushed into the building, stopping to shake off the snowflakes before heading around to the back of the hall

Lian examined her face closely, "Fortunately, it hasn't harmed my appearance, and it looks no different from when I left."

She herself is not aware of it; a person with a somewhat slow temperament tends to be tardy in everything. Especially upon entering the academy, she rarely puts effort into her appearance. Not yet having reached the age of maturity, her hair always hangs down in disarray. The sea beast grape mirror on her bedside has not been cleaned for a long time, and its edges have begun to rust. Only before leaving did she ask her senior brother to take it to the jewelry shop for re-polishing. Fortunately, there is hope after the New Year; once she reaches maturity, there will be a reason to dress up. Otherwise, she always feels embarrassed; as a young girl, being too fashionable would inevitably lead to a reputation for being gaudy. Fortunately, there is hope after the New Year; once she reaches maturity, there will be a reason to dress up. Otherwise, she always feels embarrassed; as a young girl, being too fashionable would inevitably lead to a reputation for being gaudy.

A man, nearing twenty-five and still unmarried, is considered late wherever he goes. If it is not due to a difficult family situation, then it must be because of some personal flaw. Of course, there has never been a reason for students to conspire against their masters behind their backs. It is not that he holds his mentor in high regard like his father did, but rather that he is simply not very interested. His Highness the Prince of Le Ling is well-known in literary circles for his eloquence and humor, yet he is strict and meticulous with his students, often speaking harshly and being difficult to please. Those of lesser talent cannot avoid him, and who would dare to question his marital status!

Upon entering the flower hall, my father and the families of his four other brothers had all arrived. Once again, there was a round of formalities, bowing and paying respects before my father. Although several concubines had their own status, they were still not permitted to sit at the main table and had a separate table set up at the far end of the flower hall. Logically speaking, Miyoshin, being the legitimate daughter, should not have to lower her status to mingle with them. However, having spent several years outside, she had gained experience and understood the ways of the world, so she respectfully inquired about their well-being from a distance, separated by six folding screens. The concubines were taken aback by the attention and hurriedly returned the courtesy. The wife of the third brother, Mrs. He, covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Now this is wonderful; we have a female scholar in our household. In February, your younger brother will have the provincial examination, and I hope you can offer him some guidance."

After a prolonged period of war, those who are but a step away from the throne harbor ambitions; who does not wish to be above the multitudes? The princes accompanied their father in conquering the world, and when the young emperor ascends the throne, he will undoubtedly be unable to control those insatiable uncles. Therefore, marrying into this generation of kings holds considerable promise. She has traversed the high platform and understands the thoughts of the princes best. Unless one is a fool, excessive silence is merely a sign of hidden strength and accumulation. That Ninth Prince is certainly not a mere pawn; bravery coupled with wisdom is the mark of a true ruler.

I only got home last night, and I didn't see you when I returned. Where has my younger brother gone to play?

When mentioning King Kangmu, one cannot help but think of Foshen, who got married three years ago, and Miyoshiko feels somewhat dejected. Foshen is the daughter of her father's concubine, Lady Feng, and is an exceptionally intelligent person. Having lost her biological mother at an early age and lacking any full siblings, she often felt lonely in the residence. At that time, only Miyoshiko was close to her, which fostered a deep bond between the sisters. Later, when Foshen got married, Miyoshiko was reluctant to part with her and even cried for a long time in her room, looking up at the sky.

Madam Xie cherished her daughter and remarked from the side: "The ancestral family rules have never established such a regulation; girls should learn from Confucius, Mencius, Laozi, and Zhuangzi. Initially, the apprenticeship was not voluntary, and after three years, it was finally manageable. Now, as each year passes, she is approaching the age of coming-of-age, and it is indeed inconvenient to remain in front of the teacher."

Tan Sheng felt embarrassed and ashamed when she saw them discussing her marriage in public. The three aunts lowered their heads and smiled faintly, pondering among themselves that only these two princes remained, while there were still five young ladies from the Xie family waiting to be married. Who among them should be the one to marry the collateral prince?

A grand carriage approached swiftly, adorned with a tassel-laden golden saddle on the horse. It sped along like the wind, the horse's mane flowing elegantly, particularly striking against the pristine white snow. Upon reaching the entrance, the reins were pulled tight, bringing it to a halt. Servants stepped forward to hold umbrellas and lay down foot mats, opening the carriage door and stepping back to receive blessings. A woman descended from within, her hair styled in double spiral buns, dressed in a red embroidered skirt, with a waist sash cinched around her waist, and a deep red palace ribbon cascading down to her shoes. Although she had not yet reached the age of maturity, she was quite tall, slender, with a pair of clear, enchanting eyes. Standing on the flower carpet, she smiled gently, her beauty subtle, as if she were a painting carried by the wind

She squinted and looked up, the snow on the roof contrasting with the azure sky, and the clouds were thin and faint. Such a poetic time, if it could be nurtured in a secluded chamber, without the need to rise early every day to study, would be the most pleasant life! It is only regrettable that the master is so peculiar, taking her as a disciple without knowing the reason. This has left her in a state of uncertainty, unable to resign. She has thought several times to ask whether her father inadvertently offended the King of Le Ling at some point, which is why he is so intent on revenge. It is only regrettable that the master is so peculiar, taking her as a disciple without knowing the reason. This has left her in a state of uncertainty, unable to resign. She has thought several times to ask whether her father inadvertently offended the King of Le Ling at some point, which is why he is so intent on revenge.

She gently touched her face; at this age, she was in the prime of youthful longing, yearning for love. She could no longer remember what Wang Qian looked like, but he came from a prestigious family and was somewhat well-known in the capital. Unfortunately, as the saying goes, "Wang Lang is stout, dressed in grand attire." She imagined, in a daze, a clumsy, overweight man in court robes, blocking her view like a mountain, exuding an imposing presence

How could Minister Xie not know? It has always been the case that only a master is unwilling to impart knowledge, yet there has never been a disciple who unilaterally dismisses their master. He said: "How can the daughter of the Xie family be compared to those in the marketplace? Lacking in talent and virtue, how can she assist her husband in the future? King Leiling, regardless of his background, is the foremost scholar of Daye. Is it that my strictness has caused you distress? It is evident that you are a lazy and unambitious wretch!"

Xie Ji held a fan in his hand, turned around, and called to the young man accompanying him to bring wine and meat. While eating, he said, "During the festive seasons, the noise is unbearable. Firecrackers are set off everywhere, making it more raucous than a funeral. What is there to celebrate in the New Year? Another year older, and one step closer to death"

Miyoi ranks last among her sisters and did not expect to think so far ahead. Upon hearing that Tan Sheng is to be matched with the master, she naturally became delighted and pushed Tan Sheng's shoulder, saying: "It would be wonderful for my elder sister to become my teacher's wife. When will it be settled? The sooner the wedding, the better. If we go to Ye City, I will have someone to look after me."

Lost in thought, she was suddenly startled as someone rushed past her like the wind. She looked up and saw a man standing at the end of the bluestone path. On this cold day, he wore a wide robe with large sleeves, the hem fluttering. He ran to the well, rolled up his right sleeve, and bared his arm to draw water. He scooped it up with a gourd ladle and drank it straight from the neck. Watching this made her teeth ache, and she stood up to call out, "Fourth Brother"

Minister Xie appeared quite surprised, "Laozi and Zhuangzi both sought teachers at the age of sixty to pursue knowledge; how much have you learned to even be worthy of mentioning the term 'master'"

This statement is not without merit; a king who once achieved great military success, even if injured and disabled, remains a noble figure not to be underestimated. How could marrying him bring disgrace to Buddha's birth!

During the season when pear blossoms covered the ground, Fo Sheng married into Gaoyang County from Yangxia. At that time, the world had not yet settled, and the joyous occasion could hardly be called a celebration; it was merely a bond to strengthen the relationship between the two families. There was no boisterous music, only the gentle falling of rain. Mi Sheng watched the azure high carriage gradually disappear into the distance, her nose filled with the bitterness of tears.

Whenever Mother brings up the Buddha, she is always overflowing with complaints. Mi is afraid of provoking her anger, and on top of that, she is at odds with Wang Qian, so she seizes the moment to say: "Today is the first day of the month, let’s not talk about unhappy matters. Mother, I have an unreasonable request; please tell Father that it doesn’t matter if I am matched with a leper, just don’t match me with a fat person." She chuckles awkwardly, "I am repulsed by fatty meat, and I fear that if I look at it for too long, I will vomit"

Xie Jixing is the biological brother of Mi Rong. He is a free-spirited individual with considerable talent, but unfortunately, he indulges excessively, which can be somewhat difficult for others to accept. Looking at his flushed face, which seems to be stretched to the point of bursting, one can easily guess that he has likely consumed the cold food powder and has gone outside to let its medicinal effects take effect.

Yayoi was filled with deep sorrow, indeed born into a prominent family, where treatment varied in levels and types. Because she had always admired Fosheng, she could only lament for him. She understood her father's intentions in doing this, which was to strengthen the relationship with the Murong clan, paving the way for the future entry of the Xie family's sons into officialdom. Among the four great families, only he was willing to marry his daughter to a cripple; what great loyalty this was! While he was currying favor with Emperor Shenzong, he offered Fosheng as a tribute.

"One can also ponder over the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; why must one necessarily seek enlightenment through Zen? If one truly attains the state of emptiness, living each day with only a blue lamp and an ancient Buddha, what joy is there left in life?" Mi Sheng laughed and then turned to Lian Sheng, asking, "Is there any news about the Buddha born this year?"

Father, then serving as the Minister of Rites, was a man of integrity throughout his life, with a stubborn temperament that made it difficult for him to compromise. He raised his voice and said, "You have been learning for three years; how much do you know about the Three Cardinal Guides and the Five Constant Virtues? There are specific times for ancestral worship, and the whole family is present, except for you. Have you perhaps forgotten that you are a member of the Xie family?"

The gaze of my third uncle's family member, Xuan Sheng, drifted aimlessly in mid-air, and unexpectedly uttered, "It is better to chant the Buddha's name in the boudoir! Once one enters the path, the heart gives rise to the lotus, untouched by dust."

Yayoi spent three years at the university, becoming accustomed to a quiet life; she found it somewhat overwhelming when there were too many people and noise. Having completed all her necessary tasks, she moved a stool to the alley hall, leaning against the wall to bask in the sun, feeling quite content.

From a young age, Yayoi understood how to be charming and seek affection. Upon hearing her sisters-in-law say this, she immediately responded cheerfully and energetically, rushing into her mother's embrace and shaking her gently, saying, "Mother loves me, and I must never forget Mother, no matter where I go"

That young man glared, "It's not appropriate to close the door during the New Year celebrations; the master will punish us if he finds out!" He simply swung the door wide open, exposing everyone to the biting cold wind

"It is difficult for you," Lady Pei lamented, "Your Highness is a descendant of the phoenix and dragon, renowned for your vast knowledge and learning. The Imperial Academy has accepted so many students, each now serving in the government, spreading their influence far and wide. It is a rare honor that they have made an exception to accept you as a female disciple, something that cannot be sought after. We should be grateful and appreciative; is there still a reason to decline?"

Yayoi was rendered speechless by a few words from her father. After some thought, feeling unwilling to concede, she timidly said, "That female disciple will eventually return home; she cannot serve the master until she dies, can she"

She spread the mat in front and deeply bowed her head, saying, "I have set out late, missing the appointed time. Please punish me, Father."

The burning money and silk in the hall gradually extinguished, and a coldness pressed down upon the entire space. Father sat sternly in the precious chair, holding a cup of tea. After taking a sip, finding it somewhat cool, he set it down beside him and said, "I ask you, have you adhered to the standards of a virtuous woman this year while being away? Have you shown respect and filial piety before your teacher?"

Only after Fosheng left did she realize that her elder sister had married a lame prince, a useless man who was indulgent in bed and had no political prospects. Fosheng was so strong-willed; she could not imagine what Fosheng's feelings would be upon meeting her husband. She guessed that Fosheng must hate her family, resenting them for only caring about consolidating their position while ruining her future, which was why she had been gone for three years without a word.

The four cousins stood up and bowed, saying, "I am not worthy, thank you, younger sister!"

Of course, it is merely speculation in private; if one were to ask directly, one would undoubtedly receive a scolding. She idly played with her hair, recalling that her mother mentioned someone had come to propose yesterday, and her face felt hot. At fifteen, she had grown into adulthood, reaching the age for discussing marriage. The Xie family is known for their high standards, and suitors are few; ordinary people do not dare to approach. After inquiring, as expected, it was indeed Wang Qian from the Wang family of Langya. More than ten years ago, the elders of both families had jokingly mentioned it; the Murong family had no suitable matches, and thus the four prominent families began to intermarry.

Dao Sheng chuckled while sipping tea, "If I could have a master who is both remarkable in appearance and possesses a serene demeanor, it would indeed be the icing on the cake, wouldn't it?"

She pressed them to sit down and said, "I have not been home all year, so my aunt and sisters have been considerate." She then filled Lady Pei's cup to the brim and raised her own glass of crystal to offer, "I toast to you, esteemed guests and sisters"

She longed to cry out on stage with a lament of woe, yet feared to upset her father, so she could only reluctantly bow her head and say, "I, Menglang, will never dare to speak such words again."

"Indeed!" Miyao said, "I find the Master to be excessively strict and somewhat unapproachable. If my father hears this, he will scold me, but I truly do not wish to return to Ye City. I have no intention of entering the officialdom, so what is the point of taking a master? It would be better to pass on the authority and schemes; the Master only teaches me trivial matters, going on about Laozi and Zhuangzi all day long, to the point where my mind feels numb.

The lady is a princess from the previous dynasty, harboring her own thoughts in private. Over the past fifty years of tumultuous upheaval, those in power have changed like a revolving lantern. She is a married daughter, having grown indifferent to the rise and fall of her family; now, she only lives for her children. It is of utmost importance to establish a connection with the Murong family of Daye and to curry favor with the current royal family. Although the King of Bohai has usurped the throne and has yet to establish a legitimate heir, the eldest son is naturally the most likely candidate to inherit the throne in the future. However, the crown prince is not married yet, and his eldest son is only about seven or eight years old, making it quite unreasonable to seek a match.

Mother said that Wang Qian is the first choice among the long-established descendants, an outstanding candidate. However, she is currently under the tutelage of the Wang family in Le Ling, and since they share the same father, she must first obtain the master's approval before she can leave the family. She also mentioned that on the fifteenth day, she will reach the age of maturity, and her father has written to inform His Highness the Wang of Le Ling, sincerely inviting him to attend the ceremony, hoping to take the opportunity to discuss her marriage with him. She is quite apprehensive about this marriage proposal and secretly feels relieved, thinking that the master is busy, and among many disciples, she is not particularly outstanding, so the master may not be willing to travel a long distance for her.

Her rather grandiose behavior made them laugh, "Is this what the master taught? Learning to act like a man."

She is unlike other girls; when marriage is mentioned, she does not feel shy. Instead, she readily responds, "I always listen to my mother. Even if my mother were to suggest a leper, I would still marry him without hesitation"

A few people leaned in to take a look, and after they finished, they all sighed. Although it was not overly disparaging, it was certainly very different from someone who had never touched the spring water with their ten fingers. Tan Sheng clicked his tongue and said, "Why is it not allowed to bring servants? Do we have to wash our own clothes and such ourselves?"

Lady Pei turned to Mi Sheng and asked, "Is there still no news regarding His Highness the Prince of Le Ling's marriage?"

Xie Xun couldn't help but smile, yet feared it might undermine his dignity. He composed himself and nodded slightly, "Indeed, it is beneficial to have the esteemed gentleman from Yueling as a teacher; I have gained insight into the nuances of expressions, which is excellent"

At this moment, the maidservants came to report that the New Year's Eve meal was ready, inviting the young masters and mistresses to move along. Miyoi supported her mother as they stepped outside, where the sky had turned completely dark and the snow was falling even heavier. The northwesterly wind whipped the snowflakes against the surface of the umbrella, creating a rustling sound.

Everyone laughed, and Lady Pei said: "In this regard, you are somewhat better than Fo Sheng. Your temperamental sister must be hating me at this moment! Well, after all, she is not raised by me; there is a layer of skin and a mountain in between us. If I were to express my feelings, they would still find it insufficiently warm!"

This served as a reminder to her that her marriage must receive the approval of her master. If her master is unable to come, then the matter must be temporarily set aside. However, if he does come, she considers that she might be able to plead her case. No matter how cold-hearted her master may be, he still values the three years of master-disciple relationship, and it is unlikely that he would stand by and watch her suffer without offering help

Those sisters-in-law all come from respectable families, adhering strictly to the traditional virtues of obedience and propriety, and none dare to contradict their mother-in-law's words. As for the younger sister-in-law, she pleaded for help, and with no other option, I could only respond diplomatically: "I am not sure if His Highness will come down from the Nine Kings Hall on the fifteenth day of the first month; let us wait to hear His Highness's thoughts. If His Highness also feels that this marriage is suitable, I will heed the elders' advice, and in the future, I will certainly not suffer any losses."

Miyoi draped a crane cloak over her shoulders and stepped over the threshold, deeply bowing to Xie Xun and formally addressing him as "Elder Brother"

The men and women separated and took their seats at different tables. Usually, the ladies are averse to alcohol, but during festivals, they are not too strict about it. Lady Pei said, "They over there are drinking pepper and cypress wine, while we have lychee liquor here. It has been prepared since the beginning of autumn, just waiting to be used for the New Year." As she spoke, she instructed someone to send a pot over to the screen, and Mi Ying hurriedly took the pot and began to serve each person around the table.

She did not know whether the Master was displeased with her for the cold food, but when it came to the matter of the outing, there was one time when the Master stared at her for a good half a cup of tea's time. At that moment, she was so frightened that she stood there in silence, not knowing if she had done something to displease him, shrinking her neck in anticipation of being scolded. To her surprise, he casually walked away as if nothing had happened. Looking back now, it might have been a result of his abnormal behavior after taking medicine

Madam Xie, the head of the family, saw her daughter arrive at the door. Bound by the constraints of propriety, she could not greet her and thus retreated back into the hall. Only Xie Xun remained under the eaves, waving from a distance and calling out loudly: "Little sister!"

In the depths of spring, there is a lingering melancholy, and it is not appropriate to say much more; one can only murmur a few words.

The reluctance of the elder Miyoi, "The Murong family now has only two kings left, one is a widower who has lost his wife, and the other is my master. My master cannot marry within the confines of the Three Cardinal Guides and the Five Constant Virtues. My mother said, would you have me marry someone else and become a concubine?"

Miyoi turned around to look at several sisters-in-law, "Sisters-in-law, please say something nice for me! In my own family, every brother is handsome and strong, and I am matched with a foolishly fat son-in-law. In the future, I won't even dare to return to my maternal home."

However, His Highness the Prince of Le Ling possesses a beauty and grace that is as well-known as his scholarly achievements. It is unlikely that one can find such a well-rounded individual in the world. It is not surprising that women are interested in him and wish to uncover some personal information.

After being exposed to the sun for a long time, she felt somewhat drowsy. Supporting her head with her hand, she closed her eyes and was about to doze off when footsteps approached from the waist door nearby. A maid with a bun hairstyle bowed and said, "Why is the young lady here all alone? I could have called for someone to find you! The lady has prepared the ceremonial attire for the hairpin ceremony and is asking you to go and take a look quickly!"

Yayoi smiled cheerfully and got up to greet each of her brothers and sisters-in-law, offering her blessings. Seeing the smile on the head of the family, everyone finally felt a sense of relief. After a year of separation, the brothers and sisters gathered together, surrounded by the abundance of New Year goods, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

"I find this quite agreeable," she said to the lady, casting a smiling glance at her daughter Tan Sheng beside her. "Our Xie family has always only intermarried with the royal family. Tan Sheng is to be matched with Prince Kang Mu, and the younger sisters should not be left out of order. Now among the princes, only the Ninth Prince and the widowed Sixth Prince remain unmarried. It is only fitting that my Tan Sheng be matched with His Highness the Prince of Le Ling."

During the New Year celebrations, it is unnecessary to create a scene. Miyoi changed the subject and asked if Fuyu had finished preparing, then mentioned the difficulty of swallowing raw eggs on the first day of the New Year, feeling shy in her mother's embrace for a while. With her commotion, the previous grievances and petty disputes were temporarily set aside, and the aunts began to chat casually about various matters. In an instant, the flower hall was filled with a warm and joyful atmosphere, laughter mingling with the aroma of wine, creating a lingering ambiance.

This is a question that must be asked every year. She clutched the ground with both hands, the cold blue bricks chilling her to the bone, the coldness piercing through her veins. She replied with a bow: "I remember the teachings of my elders while I am outside, and I have never dared to forget them"

Uncertain of the reason, everyone fell into a sullen silence. Lian Sheng and Xuan Sheng huddled together discussing the old custom of mutual gift-giving on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. Mi Sheng peered through the gap in the screen and remarked in surprise, "All the brothers are present, yet the fourth brother is missing." She turned around and asked, "Where has he gone?"

The maid in the inner chamber leaned against the door waiting for someone, tucking her hands, huffing and stamping her feet, then turned to the doorkeeper and said: "Close the door a little."

Miyoi sighed, "You all think the outside world is wonderful, but little do you know how pitiful it is to be in an unfamiliar place, without support. The master only teaches academic subjects, and since I am a girl, he merely allocated a courtyard for me. Outside, I have no intimate maidservant, and I rely on myself for everything." She extended her hands forward and said, "Look at my hands, who would guess that I am the daughter of the Xie family?"

In the morning, the sky was still clear, but by afternoon it began to snow. Flakes danced in the air, creating a hazy veil that obscured the view. On New Year's Eve, the cold reached its peak, freezing even the valve at the bottom of the steps. The two stone lions atop sat in the northwest wind, gradually becoming indistinct, their mouths covered in icicles.

During the New Year celebrations, the Qi family observes many traditions. On the morning of the first day of the New Year, the entire family, young and old, dresses appropriately to perform rituals and greetings. Starting with the youngest, they drink Tusu wine and peach soup. Mi Sheng holds a raw egg in her hand, hesitating to take a bite for a long time. In the end, it was her mother who removed the hairpin and made holes in both ends, forcing her to consume it.

Lian shook her head and lowered her voice, saying: "You know that your mother does not favor her. Currently, her marriage is not going well, and I can imagine how much hatred she must feel! She would rather die without any contact than think about the benefits of her family!"

Miyoi felt a bit embarrassed, "I have seen a lot in the academy, but I couldn't quite turn my thoughts around at the moment"

As soon as she spoke, Lady Pei understood what she was scheming. The young master of the Wang family was famously stout, and she probably found him unappealing. Initially, she had been willing to follow her parents' arrangements, but in an instant, she changed her tune and began to pick and choose based on appearance. She pointed at Miyoshiko's forehead and said, "You are quite the clever one, adept at playing tricks and being cunning. Your father and the young master of the Wang family are close friends, both serving in the same court, frequently encountering each other. If you suddenly change your mind, how will your father explain it to him? Unless you are engaged to someone from the Murong family, otherwise, people will say your father has breached the contract, and they will speak ill of him behind his back."

Everyone wore a look of helplessness, "I wonder where they are indulging in a drunken stupor again!"

Madam Pei stood in front of the clothes rack, examining the ornate ceremonial dress inside and out, gently stroking it inch by inch. Upon seeing Mi Sheng arrive, she waved her hand, saying, "Quick, try it on to see if it fits." As she spoke, she and several sisters-in-law helped Mi Sheng into the splendid garment, which was narrow at the waist and wide at the hem. They crouched down to cinch her waist, securing it with a jade double-dragon waist seal on both sides. Madam Pei inspected her from head to toe, a satisfied smile spreading across her face, "My child has come of age, and my heart is filled with joy!"

She sighed, "Fourth brother, take fewer medicines from now on. It is so cold, be careful not to catch a cold."

She mumbled in response: "My husband has a peculiar temperament, perhaps even the sages cannot manage him! He has no interest in court affairs, nor in beautiful women..." She looked up and pondered, "In any case, I do not understand; it seems he only seeks a life of pleasure, wishing to be a leisurely prince."

Madam Pei reproached her for being indiscreet, saying: "Just now you were saying you have grown up, but how have you really matured? You still have the heart of a child! Which mother in the world would willingly watch her child become a concubine? Even if the Buddha's life is not prosperous, at least she is the legitimate wife of Prince Kangmu. Your looks and background surpass hers, yet you would marry someone beneath her; wouldn't that be a laughingstock? After considering all options, it seems that the Wang family is the only suitable match. Marrying a secondary son is out of the question; if you were to marry a secondary son, it would be better to marry a prince from a collateral branch instead!"

The greater the family fortune, the stricter the rules. During the New Year, regardless of how far away they are, all the sons who have been sent away must return home to pay respects to their ancestors and celebrate the festival. The Xie family has nine sons, and they have been returning home one after another before the Laba Festival. Only two daughters remain outside. The eldest daughter, Fosheng, has married King Kangmu and, as a daughter-in-law, she certainly cannot return. The second daughter, Miying, is quite extraordinary; at the age of eleven, she caught the eye of King Yueling, who persuaded her to become his apprentice. Having left home at a young age, it has now been over three years, and she can only reunite with her parents and brothers during the New Year.

As everyone drank, Second Aunt said to the lady, "It would be more convenient if there were a female teacher. After all, the master is a man, and there are many things that cannot be taught hand in hand."

Miyoi, indifferent and unconcerned, merely focused on eating the camel hoof soup in front of her, lazily replied: "I am a student, and the master's marriage has nothing to do with me. Besides, apart from teaching, the master rarely speaks to me. His personal matters are beyond my knowledge."

The other four exchanged glances. The name of Daye Shangfo reveals a hint of insight. However, for a young lady who has not yet been married, being overly obsessed with Buddhist teachings is not a good thing

Lady Pei turned her face away, "A few years ago, an official media outlet mentioned this, but His Highness the King of Le Ling has already declined, hasn't he? Our calculations here are of no use; we should wait to see what they say! According to my opinion, there is nothing wrong with the princes and nobles from the collateral line. If we discuss it, which of the royal family members is not capable?" As she spoke, she smiled, "To use a vulgar analogy, there are more monks than porridge, which is an unavoidable situation."

The gatekeeper slightly turned the door hinge, but it was still insufficient. A few women nearby urged in low voices: "Close it a bit more, young man, close it a bit more."

This is a family of great wealth and nobility, a prominent clan that has stood firm through fifty years of war. Currently residing in Yangxia, the head of the family bears the surname Xie, and their ancestors were granted the title of marquis, wielding immense power. Due to generations of intermarriage with the royal family, there is a saying in the community: "The princess is a wife, and the noblewoman is a consort," which speaks to the brilliance of the Xie family. Now that the world is largely at peace, especially after the establishment of the Great Ye, there is a heightened emphasis on social status and lineage, prompting the re-emergence of the Xie descendants who had previously withdrawn, and their prestige in the court is unmatched.

Miyoi was left speechless. This brother was usually acceptable, but after taking the cold food powder, he began to act wildly. During the New Year, with death and mourning, it would be inevitable for their father to hear and launch into a lengthy reprimand. Since the founding of the Great Ye, there has been little to criticize, except for the poor social atmosphere. In the capital, this kind of medicine is prevalent, clearly intended for treating cold ailments, yet somehow it has become a tool for the nobility to flaunt their status. Anyone who does not conform becomes out of place and is subject to ridicule. In the capital, this kind of medicine is prevalent, clearly intended for treating cold ailments, yet somehow it has become a tool for the nobility to flaunt their status. Anyone who does not conform becomes out of place and is subject to ridicule.

Da Lang Xie Xun hurriedly said, having just put on his oiled silk robe, when he faintly heard the sound of bells coming from outside the door. After a brief pause, the maid at the door clapped her hands and called out: "The young lady has arrived!" The crowd descended in a line down the long bluestone steps, waiting with anticipation in the wind and snow.