Chapter Three: A Letter from Home

Regardless of him, you should write a few words first; who knows, you might make significant progress. Let's change the topic a bit. Just write something casual, like what year it is now, where our family lives, my father's name and mine, who the important people in the family are, anything will do.

Once again, it is the virtual sea! How is it that this person seems to incessantly interfere with every aspect of her life?

Oh, indeed, how profound your words are! However, Xiaobayou, please do not look at me with those eyes filled with the depths of love. I can assure you that there are definitely more women secretly in love with that dead monk than just you. Do you know how many good sisters he has?

"Is he the only one who will enter the arena to save me?" As she widened her eyes in disbelief, a trace of malice emerged in her heart. Who knows what transpired in the cave? Is Xu Hai truly that righteous? One cannot judge a scheming and sinister monk by common standards... Moreover...

At that moment, however, a discordant voice arose, "Ah, miss, I just remembered that this morning, the master had someone deliver a letter, but you were busy with the Eighteen Copper Men formation at the time, and I never had the chance to give it to you."

As before, she quietly slipped over to sit down, stretching her neck to sneak a look. She saw that although Yachiyo's writing was not very beautiful and the books were in traditional Chinese characters, she could still understand them.

In summary, she has no attachments in the modern world, and being able to travel back to the Ming Dynasty feels like living again. Her parents divorced when she was fifteen, and thereafter they each led their own lives. She received nothing but living expenses each month, but now she is not only a wealthy young lady but also has a father who cherishes her. Ha, one could say she has struck a good deal; where else could one find such good fortune

Her father in the Ming Dynasty was surprisingly named Hu Dahai, sharing the same name as the somewhat foolish yet valiant general from "The Heroes of the Ming Dynasty." The family structure was also quite simple, with the most significant members being her father Hu Dahai and the chief steward Hu Qi.

Ah? Where is the letter? Bring it to me to see

The Eighteen Bronze Men formation is set up in the cave, and no one can enter except for the one who breaks the formation. Ba Chong said with lingering fear, "But the young lady has been inside the formation for four hours and hasn't come out. Everyone is terrified, yet there is nothing we can do. In the end, it was Brother Xu Hai who took the risk to go in and then carried the young lady out."

You do not know, once you leave, you will never return. At first, I felt a bit worried, "He wants me to go home and get married m.hetushu.com.com!"

Yae carefully took out a letter from her bosom, opened it for the first time, and her face turned pale.

Hu Da ... ... my father ... ... told me to set off for home immediately

Do you call him "Brother Xuhai"?

Unlike the dormitory-style rooms of other lay disciples, Ru Chu's residence is a private courtyard, which is likely the reason for her exclusion, as it is clearly a preferential treatment. However, Ru Chu does not wish to change this situation; after all, the entire Shaolin Temple, both monks and laypeople, consists solely of men, and it is indeed inconvenient for her to mingle with the others. Having a small courtyard is much better.

Well, she now has a general understanding of her new identity. From now on, she should live her life well. If there is anything else she is unsure about, she can gradually observe and pick up on cues.

Indeed, I am very content. She smiled as before, quite satisfied with having crossed over to such a good family, one that is simple yet wealthy and influential. Looking down at the paper, she then realized that her family lived in Jinling

"What’s wrong, miss?" Yae immediately asked upon noticing that Ruichu's expression was not right.

She nodded slightly and asked, "My mother..."

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? Her father, who loves her dearly, will surely choose carefully for her, and the suitor might be quite excellent. But what about love? For someone like her, who is filled with romantic fantasies, the absence of love is absolutely unacceptable and poses a serious problem

Yae lowered her head and said shyly, "Brother Xuhai said that there is no boundary between the monastic and the secular, and that everywhere is a place for cultivation. One need not be overly concerned with names, as they are merely representations of identity. Since I am a person of the secular world, I can address him with the titles used in the secular realm."

"What is there to be afraid of going home?" Eighty blinked her lively big eyes and then laughed, "Didn’t we go back during the New Year? It’s only May now; I suppose the old master misses the young lady very much, so why not make a trip back?"

"Alright, alright, Miss is actually testing me." Seeing that Ru Chu's body seemed to have completely recovered, Ya Zhong was very pleased, thus tolerating her strange command and obediently sitting at the table to prepare the paper and ink.

As for her name here, it is surprisingly also Hu Ruchu. This left her feeling very astonished, unsure whether it was a coincidence or related to some connection between her past and present life. If the Hu Ruchu of the Ming Dynasty is indeed her previous incarnation, could this be the reason for her crossing over? What events might unfold in the future

That girl, why didn't anyone tell her that she was betrothed? This news is like a bolt from the blue for her. Just a moment ago, she was still in high spirits, completely unaware that such a turn of events was coming. It is said that women who travel back to ancient times face the pressure of marriage; in this era, girls from well-off families are often betrothed at the age of seven or eight, and can marry once they reach maturity. She is clearly no exception.

"It's not too bad." Yae Miko showed a hint of embarrassment, "It's far inferior to Brother Xuhai's writing."

As she felt a surge of indignation in her heart, she thought to herself, taking advantage of the little girl’s inattention, she quietly got up and sat at the edge of the bed. Upon raising her head, she noticed the scattered papers and ink on the desk, and then saw the ink stains on the delicate fingers of Yachiyo. Her heart stirred, and she hurriedly asked, "Yachiyo, how has your calligraphy practice been lately?"

She is grateful to the heavens; the trials of life have not made her feel oppressed or sorrowful, but rather she maintains her super optimistic character. She is the kind of person who can see hope even in hell, so after the initial shock and unease, she plans to carefully chart out a happy life in the Ming Dynasty

Her room is not luxurious, but it is quite comfortable, with all the daily utensils readily available. She immediately spotted the bronze mirror in front of the dressing table and wished to look at her new body right away. However, Yachiyo insisted that she lie down, clearly very anxious about her injury

She hesitantly uttered three words, and Yachong revealed a sympathetic expression, saying, "Although the lady passed away when the young miss was six years old, the master loves the young miss like a precious treasure, which somewhat compensates for the regret of losing her mother at such a young age. To be honest, I have never seen a father who dotes on his daughter so much."

It turns out that the specific time she traveled to was the twenty-seventh year of the Ming Jiajing era. Although her knowledge of history is poor, she is still aware of Emperor Jiajing, because during his reign, a shocking event occurred that resonated through the ages. Emperor Jiajing was devoted to Taoism and harmed the palace maids in his quest for alchemical immortality. The palace maids, unable to endure any longer, conspired to strangle him together. Unfortunately, they were too flustered during the execution of their plan, and the rope they used became hopelessly knotted, resulting in the assassination attempt failing. In the end, all twelve palace maids were subjected to death by a thousand cuts. Because of this historical event, she harbored a deep-seated dislike for this emperor.

There is no need to write down the names of those maidservants, is there? With so many of them, it would be exhausting to list them all one by one. Besides, there is only one personal maid for the young lady, and I usually do not interact with them.