Chapter Five, Madame Rong

He stood up, rummaged through those old clothes, and said: "These are your mother's old garments, do not mess them up. I will prepare several hundred sets of new clothes for you, and I will also provide you with the most generous dowry, so that you can have a splendid marriage. Even if they all say you are a fool, you are still my only legitimate daughter, and I will not allow anyone to look down on you, Shuer"

Fortunately, I do not wish to be the third young lady. Thus, I feigned foolishness, hastily ate my meal, and in the disdainful gazes of the maidservants, spilled the soup on my skirt, while also getting grains of rice smeared all over my front and my chin

How could King Jiangxia Li Daozong be related to the mother of Rong Shuer?

And I simply smiled lazily, responding while leaning against the bed, continuing to watch my movie

Miss San! The oldest girl has a very loud voice: "It is time for you to eat. You have slept long enough"

I feel a sense of regret, wondering what the beautiful woman with a sorrowful expression will look like

He held my hand, pulled me down to sit, patted my head, and said gently: "It seems much better now, you have the strength to turn things over again"

The maids left, extinguishing the lamp as they departed, and locked the door behind them, leaving with a sense of relief and laughter.

I opened my eyes, and two maidservants were standing at the foot of the bed calling for me, while another maidservant was arranging the dishes. Several exquisite small dishes were placed on the table, exuding a fragrant aroma. The flames of several candles flickered in the high fever, casting a dreamlike glow on the ancient-clad maidservants. Could it be that I am still dreaming?

But if one has completely lost their soul, how could they so carefully cherish that silk handkerchief revealing Li Daozong's innermost thoughts, as well as that piece of chi jade? Surely, there must be some story behind the chi jade and that silk handkerchief

Even my own heart was stirred. The same appearance may reveal different qualities under different souls. The classical features of this person in the mirror complement my quiet and understated temperament, surprisingly enhancing each other, requiring no makeup, already captivating.

At this moment, a cough was heard from downstairs. It was the voice of Rong Jincheng, who is now my father

I must eat, and after eating, I had my hands and feet washed. The matters concerning the maids are thus concluded, and I can return to my own room to play freely. In their hearts, where is the status of the third young lady?

I truly hope that when I wake up, I will be lying on my soft mattress at home, facing a computer that is playing a movie.

If in modern times, I would mostly be interested in their love story, perhaps I could consider writing down this sorrowful tale. A love story in which one turns both their person and heart into wood and stone would likely earn quite a few tears

I pondered carefully and suddenly exclaimed. Li Daozong, the biological father of Princess Wencheng, the cousin of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin, the name of the King of Jiangxia, is none other than Li Daozong

After I had wreaked havoc in the room, it remained in utter disarray. The clothes I had scattered were haphazardly stuffed into a corner. It seems they anticipated that the owner would not return anytime soon, and thus, they lazily decided not to tidy up, perhaps intending to leave some tasks for tomorrow. Following a foolish young lady all the while must also be quite unenjoyable.

I couldn't help but nod

Gu Jincheng said, I look very much like Mei Luoluo. Do I resemble the most beautiful woman in Luoyang?

And the mother would be calling from outside: "Xi Yue! Xi Yue! It is time to get up!"

Only that piece of jade, the white jade with the dragon pattern that records a past love, remains eternally fresh, its color shimmering as if about to drip

Gu Jincheng slowly entered my room, saw the chaos within, paused for a moment, and then sighed

I hurriedly tucked the silk scarf and the jade ornament into my bosom, chuckling foolishly, like a child carelessly tossing the clothes in the trunk.

Turning back, looking at those old garments, it seems one can see the beautiful woman, lifeless and heartbroken, unadorned and without makeup, dressed in worn clothes, sitting foolishly in a dim corner, allowing her delicate hands, once skilled at threading needles, to slowly wither like dry wood, letting her bright and charming phoenix eyes become murky like tea day by day, allowing her unparalleled beauty to gradually age and wither.

Luoluo is a fool, Luoluo is truly a fool! Why would one close oneself off for such a person, even to the point of dying in despair?" Gu Jincheng's eyes were moist as he stroked my hair: "If she had smiled or cried while she was pregnant with you, I fear you would not have turned out this way. I married her, but I only married a wooden person, and we had a ... ...

Gu Jincheng was very excited and smiled, saying: "I knew it all along; you actually understand in your heart." He stood up and paced back and forth: "Your mother was the most intelligent and beautiful woman in Luoyang back in the day. Everyone said that Miss Luo Luo from the Mei family was the first beauty in Luoyang, but in my opinion, even looking across the world, you cannot find a woman like her! I never believed she would give birth to a fool! You look so much like her!" He continued to pace back and forth: "Your mother was the most intelligent and beautiful woman in Luoyang back in the day. Everyone said that Miss Luo Luo from the Mei family was the first beauty in Luoyang, but in my opinion, even looking across the world, you cannot find a woman like her! I never believed she would give birth to a fool! You look so much like her!"

At this moment, I felt fortunate that Gu Jincheng regarded me as an ignorant fool. His face, faintly reminiscent of the handsome contours of his youth, was now immersed in memories of the past, adding a touch of near-elegant melancholy: "Li Daozong must also have feelings for Luoluo. He is so talented, skilled in poetry and painting, and has gone to great lengths to get close to Luoluo, which certainly reflects his intentions. I, of course, did not want my fiancée to fall for someone else, so I took measures to separate them. He is so talented, skilled in poetry and painting, and has gone to great lengths to get close to Luoluo, which certainly reflects his intentions. I, of course, did not want my fiancée to fall for someone else, so I took measures to separate them. I exerted great effort to have Princess Changguang intervene, asking the Emperor to grant a marriage as soon as possible, allowing Li Daozong to marry the princess. That Li Daozong is, in fact, not worthy of Luoluo at all; he did not dare to defy the imperial decree, and not only did he immediately comply with the order to marry, but he did not even dare to give her the title of a secondary consort. What right does he have to win Luoluo's heart?

Someone is calling, and there is more than one person calling

I raised my head and looked at Gu Jincheng, unable to smile foolishly any longer

He gently stroked my cheek, seemingly entranced, yet also gazing at something beyond me, distant and detached, a complex mix of love and hate that is hard to articulate. He said slowly: "We were betrothed since childhood, and I have long thought that marrying your mother would be the happiest thing in my life. But your mother has always been so indifferent. For four years of marriage, she has remained like a beautiful wooden figure, as if no one and nothing in the world could make her smile, make her cry, or even make her angry or upset. Even when I deliberately married many other women to provoke her, she remained unresponsive."

I studied Chinese in university, but my history has always been good. Was there a person named Li Daozong during the reign of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty

Miss San, Miss San! It is time to get up for dinner

There is a slight sense of panic in my heart, as if this perfectly matched body and spirit - the image - the soul of the book, is it hinting at something? Is it suggesting that this body truly belongs to my soul? Is it saying that this world truly belongs to me, Yun Xiyue?

It was only after he had walked far away that I realized he had actually come for my marriage, as Rong Shuer. He came to inform his foolish daughter that he was preparing to arrange her marriage.

Gu Jincheng noticed that my gaze was different and smiled, saying: "Child, you can understand what I am saying, can't you? I know you are not as foolish as they think; you can understand my words, but you just cannot express your thoughts, can you?"

That Mei Luoluo must be a typical example of the tragically fated beauties of ancient times

I have been awake for more than ten days. Aside from the first few days when he came to see me twice a day, I have not seen him in recent days. I once thought that this father probably does not like this foolish daughter! Marrying her off to Dongfang Qingyao is likely just to ensure that she will not face destitution in her later years.

I disregarded the clutter of miscellaneous clothing and jumped onto the bed, covering my head and falling into a deep sleep

He suddenly stopped speaking and sighed: "Forget it, Qing Yao is a good child. I have already told him to marry you as soon as possible. Even if he takes on a few more wives after marriage, he will probably still take good care of you for a lifetime. You should learn a thing or two yourself; ponds and tall buildings are not places for you to play around in!"

I released my hair bun and used a wooden comb to carefully remove the grass and debris from my hair, which naturally fell down my back, glistening with a faint sheen. I wiped away the dirt from my face and turned back to take a closer look at the person in the mirror. My delicate and fair cheeks, a straight and prominent nose, and small lips with a beautiful curve, my once vacant gaze now fluttered like a butterfly. When I smiled, I appeared ethereal, yet there was a hint of detachment and loneliness that did not belong to this world.

I just looked in the mirror and noticed that my features are quite proper, yet I do not consider myself a beauty. Every morning, the maids hastily style my hair into a bun, but I quickly undo it, allowing my naturally dark and lustrous long hair to fall into disarray, covering much of my cheek and obscuring my eyes, which appear overly lively due to my vibrant soul.

There is a slight lump in the throat

He held me in his arms, gently embraced me, and then sadly walked out.

Others say that she is a fool. Even after giving birth to you, people mock you both, calling you a pair of fools. But I know that is not true, absolutely not. She just does not want to smile. In her heart, she is probably still thinking of Li Daozong

After foolishly laughing and saying "full," the maidservants had already cleared away the dishes and brought water to wash my face and feet. The water temperature was sometimes too cold, sometimes too hot, and rarely just comfortable. Fortunately, after more than ten days, I had gradually gotten used to it and no longer minded.

His hands are warm and strong. It inevitably reminds me of my father. My father passed away when I was eight years old. When he was not ill, he would gently pat my head and stroke my hair with a loving expression, just like this middle-aged man before me

My mind is somewhat unable to comprehend. King of Jiangxia, Li Daozong, the master of Feiyun Manor, Gu Jincheng, and the most beautiful woman in Luoyang, Mei Luoluo, are unexpectedly enacting a scene of an ancient love triangle? The poem composed by the King of Jiangxia clearly shows that he is still thinking of Mei Luoluo. And what about Mei Luoluo? A beautiful wooden figure, is she not just a soulless body devoid of emotions?