Xue Lingyu looked at the person in front of her, her eyes darting around, and a number of thoughts suddenly popped into her head.
She was living a miserable life in the Marquis of Anding's mansion, and the reason she came to the princess's mansion today was only to get closer to Xie Yu, but now she had other ideas.
Abiya snorted and didn't answer, but muttered in dissatisfaction, "It's actually that old man Wei Jinghai's man, how boring."
After saying that, he walked straight into the princess's residence.
Seeing this, Xue Lingyu quickly followed.
The two entered one after the other, and the gatekeeper assumed they were together and didn't stop them.
Xue Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, assuming that the gatekeeper knew her, since she used to be a frequent visitor to the princess's residence.
Thinking that the princess would surely remember their past relationship, my previously uneasy heart calmed down considerably.
When the two arrived at the princess's garden, Jiang Yimian and her entourage were standing together admiring the golden chrysanthemums in full bloom.
The garden of the princess's residence is so large that the sight of the garden full of golden chrysanthemums from afar is truly impressive.
Chrysanthemums of various colors are vying for attention, and the air is filled with their unique fragrance, a delicate and intoxicating aroma.
Everyone was amazed and praised the chrysanthemums in full bloom.
Chen Feiyan, holding Jiang Yimian's hand, pleaded softly, "Yimian, can't you secretly tell me what the later chapters of Dream of the Red Chamber are about? It's so puzzling."
She really loved Dream of the Red Chamber, but the daily updates made her very impatient. Last time, she hadn't been able to get any more information from Jiang Yimian about the sequel, and she was thinking of giving up.
But after waiting for so long, she really couldn't wait any longer.
Especially recently, due to the controversy surrounding the cheating scandal at the Imperial Examination Hall, the Beijing Times has become a hot topic in the capital. Now, wherever she goes, she hears people mentioning "Dream of the Red Chamber," which makes her feel even more restless and itchy, like a cat's claws scratching at her.
Jiang Yimian just smiled and hadn't said anything yet when the daughter of the Vice Minister of War, who was closest to them, exclaimed in disbelief, "Princess, did you write Dream of the Red Chamber? Can you tell me the rest of the chapters? My mother and I have been reading it recently and we really want to know what happens next."
What she didn't say was that the concubines and literate maids in her household were also reading it, and they would buy a lot of newspapers to take home every day.
Sometimes if you go too late, you might not be able to buy it on the same day and have to buy it the next day.
Whether it's the Dream of the Red Chamber above, or the combination of lipsticks, rouge, powders, and perfume pills, they are all extremely interested in it.
Hearing this, the others echoed his sentiments, their gazes fixed intently on Jiang Yimian.
If we were to name the most popular newspaper in the capital recently, it would undoubtedly be the Capital Times. After the incident of the second son of the Marquis of Anding being beaten on his wedding day, and the case of cheating on the imperial examination, this newspaper has become thoroughly famous in the capital.
Almost everyone had a copy, and what they looked forward to most was the contents of the next day's newspaper, to see which master, mistress, or young master or young lady had done something interesting.
In these circles of wealthy ladies, besides the sections recommending cosmetics and face powder, the most popular parts are the serialized stories.
As soon as Dream of the Red Chamber appeared in the Times, it became very popular, and almost everyone has read it these days.
They were scratching their heads every day, eager to know what would happen next, but now they never imagined that the original author was right next to them.
How could we let them give up the opportunity to urge us to update?
Everyone got excited.
Jiang Yimian was surrounded by enthusiastic crowds in the center, and felt a little embarrassed. She glanced at Chen Feiyan next to her, who just touched her nose guiltily and quickly lowered her head.
She had spoken very quietly; she really didn't expect anyone to hear her.
Seeing this, Jiang Yimian could only helplessly explain, "I am not the author of Dream of the Red Chamber. You should know from reading the Times every day that it is signed and is a story written by Mr. Cao."
I only heard this story by chance and found it so fascinating that I couldn't bear to let it go unnoticed, so I decided to retell it. As for the rest of the story, please look forward to it.
In short, it won't let everyone down.
Upon hearing this, everyone was somewhat disappointed, but soon they started chatting happily about the plot of Dream of the Red Chamber again, with smiles on their faces and their expressions animated.
Jiang Yimian breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
Abia, standing outside the crowd, watched the commotion and frowned, saying irritably, "What are they talking about?"
Xue Lingyu was still in shock and hadn't recovered yet. She never imagined that the Red Mansion, which was all the rage among the noble ladies in the capital, was also created by Jiang Yimian.
Lately, she hears these two words everywhere she goes. Originally, she just went to check it out with a try-it-out attitude, but she didn't expect it to be so attractive, making her feel both jealous and resentful.
She secretly thought that she must find the author of Dream of the Red Chamber and make him stop writing stories for Jiang Yimian. Ideally, she should steal him away and make him write stories for her instead.
After searching for more than half a month, she still couldn't find the person surnamed Cao. Unexpectedly, the person who wrote this was herself.
Impossible, absolutely impossible. Jiang Yimian is probably lying. How could she have written such a wonderful story? She could have written it just from hearing about it from others.
She didn't believe it; she was sure the man was talking nonsense.
Seeing that the person next to her was just staring at the crowd without saying a word, Abiya was a little annoyed and said irritably, "Hey, I'm asking you a question, what is the Red Chamber?"
Xue Lingyu then came to her senses and, seeing Abiya's impatient expression, quickly explained, "Princess, it's just a storybook, nothing serious, you don't need to worry about it."
Upon hearing this, Abiya immediately snorted and said with dissatisfaction, "It's just a storybook, yet you all idolize it so much. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? You women of the Great Jin Dynasty have such narrow vision, only able to immerse yourselves in this kind of thing."
Unlike us Tuyuhun women, who are born to belong to the grasslands and learn to ride horses from a young age, we are quite different from you women who live in seclusion.
She spoke in a low voice, but it was enough for everyone present to hear her clearly.
For a moment, everyone looked at her with displeasure.
Jiang Yimian also turned around to look at the two of them, and frowned.
Abiya was dressed in purple with a whip hanging from her waist, looking like a heroic woman. However, the blatant contempt in her eyes was really unsettling.
That condescending attitude made it seem as if he were looking at a group of ignorant children.
Chen Feiyan was the first to lose her temper, glaring at Abiya and saying with dissatisfaction, "What do you mean? What's the difference between Tuyuhun women and women of our Great Jin? Aren't they both women? Or are you actually a man?"
She already disliked those Tuyuhun people because they had been causing trouble in the capital recently, but she never expected that this person would dare to mock them, a young lady from a respectable family. It was truly despicable.
These Tuyuhun people are all so annoying.
General Wei shouldn't have accepted their pleas for peace; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so arrogant.
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