"Yes, these are our ancestors. By the way, this one is your grandfather, maybe you still remember what he looks like." My father said, pointing to a newer portrait.
"I don't remember." My childhood memories have long been blurred.
"Well, that's a bit of a pity. Actually, your grandfather took good care of you when you were a child." That's because I was disappointed with my father, because I heard from the servants that my father spent his days in debauchery, making my mother cry all the time, and finally died of depression.
"So that's how it is. Thank you, Grandpa." I pretended to be well-behaved and saluted, because this is the behavior of a lady.
"Yes, you have to thank me." My father looked at me and nodded, then introduced the other people one by one. It was obvious that his memory was a little vague, and he even read some names twice.
"Our Wenlani family originally came from the center of the empire, the imperial capital of Titnia, and has a long history and glorious bloodline." However, it is not glorious. I have read many records in the study, and those ancestors were much more honest than my father.
"You must remember the names of the two most crucial generations of ancestors. This was the turning point of our family."
As he spoke, he pointed to a special portrait. Compared with other busts, that painting was a rare full-length painting with a landscape.
A girl in a light yellow and white dress was running in the sea of flowers, holding a bouquet in one hand and holding up the sunhat on her head with the other, with a happy expression on her face.
"Xifei'er Wenlani, this is our ancestor's sister, and the one who brought everything to our family."
Then he pointed to another painting, which showed a young man with short black hair. He was wearing a white suit and a dark blue iris pinned to his chest. His eyes were like smoky crystals, and he possessed an inexplicable charm.
"Disinger Yuan Wenlani, this ancestor lifted our family from its humble status and officially became a noble bloodline within the empire."
"If you have a brief understanding of our family history, you will know how powerful beauty is, making others willingly submit."
"Yes, our family does not have powerful armaments, nor have we produced any scholars, high-ranking officials, or powerful extraordinary people."
"But this does not affect our glory, because we are born noble, and your appearance and posture are the best proof." There was an inexplicable color in my father's eyes, and he looked me up and down like a snake.
"You will marry into a prominent family and noble family, and become the next shining jewel in the history of our Wenlani family."
"Do you understand, my dear? This is your destiny and responsibility."
"I understand, Father." I bowed my head.
"Yes, that's it..." I heard my father's murmur in the flickering firelight.
From that day on, my father began to hire teachers for me. Some of them taught me music, some taught me the heraldry of the nobles of the empire, some taught me family history, and so on.
Even when he had free time, he would ask some noble doctors to examine and train me, which was the scene I hated the most.
Because they often had to take off their clothes and let others see their bodies, even though the doctors were women, it was still unbearable.
It was as if he was looking at goods, and then he adjusted my diet and gave me various exercise programs.
Not long after, I fell ill, perhaps because I was feeling depressed and uncomfortable.
My father asked the pastor of the Angel Church to treat me, but it was ineffective. So I changed several people one after another until a doctor from afar said after seeing me.
"Perhaps you could clear out a quiet area of woods in the castle's backyard and let the young lady recuperate there."
"She has this kind of disease that is common among nobles. It's caused by too little exposure to the outside world, just like crops lacking sunlight."
"So that's how it is." The father suddenly realized and did as he was told.
In this way, I got a rare chance to catch my breath, and it was during this time that I met Judy.
Judy was brought by her father to a party. She was about the same age as me, probably just over 13 years old, a year older than me, and very lively and active.
"Gweil, have you ever seen a bird?" I was playing in the woods with her that day, and she suddenly stood up and said mysteriously.
"Birds? I've seen them." Although I never leave the house, it doesn't mean I'm ignorant. I've also seen those little grey-feathered creatures in front of the windowsill.
"No, no, no, you haven't seen it." Judy shook her head, indicating that I understood.
"Then tell me." Even though Judy might be showing off or lying, I still answered politely according to her words because that's my character.
"Hey, let me tell you, there are actually many kinds of birds. Although they are all called birds, the actual difference between them can be said to be even greater than that between a prince and a beggar." Judy really likes to use the prince and the beggar as metaphors. I nodded in agreement.
"The sparrows in the mountains are the same color as the earth, but some birds have very beautiful colors." As she said this, she took out a beautiful oriole from her sleeve.
The little oriole, like a ball of fluff, was very cute and was held proudly in Judy's palm.
"It's so beautiful, can I touch it?" I looked at the little bird and blinked.
"Well...it's not impossible, but you asked me to, hehe." Judy smiled happily, it seemed that she really wanted me to give in.
Compared to my family background, Judy's is much more ordinary. Her home is in a small town. Although her father is a baron, he does not have his own castle and can only live with common people.
Generally, such barons would live in big cities, hand over their fiefs to their deputies or stewards, and just collect the annual fees. This way, they could maintain their dignity and save themselves a lot of trouble.
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