Before Minglan got married, many ladies who came to congratulate her praised her for her prominent marriage. She did not have any intuitive feelings at the time, but only felt that the betrothal gift sent by Gu Tingye was very extravagant and very rustic. Until the day of her return home after three days, the couple got off the carriage at the gate of Sheng Mansion, and the brothers Changbai and Changwu were there to greet them. At this time, Molan and Rulan and their husband and wife also arrived.
Minglan was helped out of the sedan by Danju. She looked at Rulan's flat-top sedan and Molan's flat-top carriage, then looked back at her own conspicuously luxurious black lacquered three-horse carriage with stone blue curtains and silver dragon embroidered belts. Minglan began to feel a little uncomfortable.
Rulan froze her smile and looked cold, Molan also froze her posture, then looked normal; Minglan couldn't help but glance at Gu Tingye, this carriage... it didn't exceed the rules, right?
After getting off the car and greeting each other, Gu Tingye smiled faintly at Liang Han and said nothing. However, Minglan could sense that he didn't seem to like Liang Han. The group filed into the mansion, and the newlyweds naturally had to go to Shou'an Hall to pay their respects to the old lady first.
The old lady sat at the head of the table, while Minglan and Gu Tingye knelt on the cushion and bowed. Although only a few days had passed, the old lady seemed as if she had not seen Minglan in half a lifetime. She held her hand and kept looking at her, and her face became darker and darker as she looked.
But in just two days, Minglan looked like she had shed a layer of skin. There was a faint bluish-black tint under her eyelids, as if it was smudged with dark blue ink, and even thin makeup could not cover it up. Her expression was listless, but there was a charm between her eyebrows. Looking at Gu Tingye beside her, he looked refreshed, his eyebrows were relaxed, but the look in his eyes revealed a hint of satisfaction.
The old lady was filled with anger, feeling distressed and unhappy, but she didn't know what to say. She could only use her steel-like eyes to harshly criticize Gu Tingye. Gu Tingye's expression remained calm and composed, as if he knew nothing.
The old lady breathed heavily before she said, "Hurry up and kowtow to your parents. They are thinking of you."
Minglan was reluctant to leave the old lady, so she leaned into her arms and whispered, "I'll kowtow and come back to talk to you properly."
The old lady smiled and nodded, watching the young couple leave; but in a moment, her expression changed, and she winked at Mama Fang. Mama Fang understood, turned around, and went straight to find Mama Cui to question her.
Mother Cui has always been indifferent and has lived a life of peace and tranquility. She has never been talkative or provoking trouble for decades. This time, it was probably the first time in her life that she had such a strong desire to complain. Without waiting for Mother Fang to come to the door, she was already waiting in the side wing of Shou'an Hall.
"Newlyweds are usually affectionate, but nothing like him!... He doesn't care if there's anyone around. The moment he sees the girl, he's like a wolf in the valley, howling with his eyes gleaming green. As soon as no one's watching, he starts to touch her, making mischief day and night!" Mother Cui slapped the table, gritting her teeth. "The girl's only just grown up! How can he... do this?!"
Mother Fang was stunned and a little embarrassed. If she hadn't known Mother Cui for her taciturn and straightforward personality, she probably wouldn't have believed it. "Sixth Uncle is already this old, but he still acts like a young boy. Is there no one in the room?"
At this point, Madam Cui finally calmed down a bit. "Poor young lady, she hasn't had time to take care of things these days. But I went out and asked around, and I found out that the young master's original concubine and maid are both staying at the Ningyuan Marquis's residence. They say they'll bring them over soon. The sixth young master is very busy, away on errands all day, and rarely comes home, so the mansion is relatively quiet. There's only a girl named 'Miss Fengxian' who lives in the side courtyard. I heard she was sent here by a general. I've never seen her, but I heard that the young master...hasn't paid much attention to her."
After hearing this, Fang Mama didn't know whether to be happy or sad. After a while, she said, "It's a good thing that the son-in-law dotes on the girl, but..." She didn't know how to put it, so she could only say, "Let's go back to the old lady."
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Old Lady Sheng was a quiet person and never liked to invite all the relatives to the Shou'an Hall for a noisy gathering, so all the relatives sat in the main courtyard of Wang's house and waited for tea. Gu Tingye and Minglan went straight into the main hall, only to see Aunt Kang and her husband, Yuner, Molan, Rulan, the pregnant Hai, Changwu, Changbai, Changfeng, Changdong, Lianghan, Wen Yanjing, and Yuan Wenshao, all there.
After everyone greeted each other, Minglan and Gu Tingye went into the east room first. Sheng Hong and Wang Shi were sitting on the kang bed by the window. They accepted their kneeling and kowtows with smiles on their faces.
Wang looked at Gu Tingye with a smile and said, "My Minglan, have you caused any trouble for the general?"
Upon hearing this, Sheng Hong, who was standing next to him, stiffened. He really admired his wife. Except for Hualan, Wang had opened the story with the same lines for each of the other three daughters who returned home three times.
The only difference is that when talking to Liang Han, she lowered her eyebrows and snorted in a tone of collecting a debt: "My Molan didn't cause you any trouble, did she?" When talking to Wen Yanjing, she looked at him with fiery eyes and a gentle majesty with eager expectation: "My Rulan didn't cause you any trouble, did she?" Finally, when talking to Gu Tingye, she spoke in a soft tone with a mixture of flattery and awe.
Sheng Hong was speechless. Minglan was his last daughter after all, so this was the last time he would hear these words, thank goodness.
Gu Tingye's answer was very wise: "Minglan is polite and sensible, gentle and respectful, and everyone in the family, young and old, loves her very much."
Minglan lowered her head and rolled her eyes. She privately thought that her most wonderful performances in the past two days had all been in bed.
"... Seeing you all get married and have your own families, I'm relieved." Sheng Hong stroked his beard and smiled at Gu Tingye. "If her mother and I are not in the capital in the future, you must take good care of Minglan."
"Father...are you going to be sent away?" Minglan's heart moved and she said softly.
Sheng Hong looked at Minglan with satisfaction. He could say his daughter was indeed very clever, and could understand the elegant meaning of music. He smiled and said, "Your elder brother's term as an editor in the Imperial Academy has expired. A few days ago, I heard that he was either appointed as a tutor or a lecturer, or that he would be appointed as a censor in the Six Departments to gain experience. As father and son serving in the same court, there are many taboos. It would be better for you, father, to give way to him, haha..."
Although he was speaking to Minglan, his eyes were fixed on Gu Tingye. Gu Tingye understood what was happening and after a moment's silence, he said, "Father-in-law is right. The Imperial Academy is a noble institution, responsible for lecturing on classics and history, drafting confidential documents, and the Six Departments' Secretaries, responsible for copying memorials and investigating violations. These are all positions of low rank but great power. My uncle is a prudent and perceptive person, so he will surely be able to handle any matter."
This was exactly what Sheng Hong wanted to hear. After hearing it, his expression became even more amiable, and he talked a lot more with Gu Tingye.
Minglan understood Father Sheng's plan. If the Sheng family could produce a cabinet minister, their status would increase a hundredfold. As far as she knew, there were two general paths to the cabinet. One was to enter the Hanlin Academy through Jinshi (Jinshi), working their way up from a tutor to the emperor to a Hanlin University Scholar, and ultimately into the cabinet. The other was to complete the Hanlin Shujishi (Hanlin Shujishi) program, then enter the Six Ministries or the Six Departments to perform duties, then continue to work their way up through the ranks, perhaps gaining experience through one or two external assignments, and then accumulating experience to become a Vice Minister or Minister of the Six Ministries, and then potentially into the cabinet.
Changbai was reserved and cautious. His immediate superiors, all Grand Secretaries, were protégés of the Hai family, and their guidance guaranteed his rapid rise. However, his entire army was nearly annihilated during the Shenchen Incident, prompting Sheng Hong to demand a statement from Gu Tingye. The current emperor was powerful, and Changbai had a legitimate background and a legitimate academic career. Even without cabinet connections, as long as the emperor was aware of the situation, anything could be negotiated.
Minglan thought to herself, this is the power of family! In the ancient aristocracy, there was no more direct and powerful bond of power than blood relatives. It sounds vulgar and ridiculous, but it is the truth.
Ancient etiquette was based on clans, emphasizing the importance of promoting virtuous individuals regardless of kinship. A single mistake could implicate three clans, or even nine. If one was unlucky and encountered an emperor with a peculiar personality, even students and teachers from the tenth clan might become cannon fodder. Since we were destined to suffer together, we naturally shared the good. Therefore, as long as the relatives were not particularly bad or had talent, helping others was helping oneself. Mutual support and assistance allowed the family to flourish and prosper.
A major reason for the downfall of the four families of Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue was that none of them had any successors since the third generation. None of them could bring forth anything to show for themselves. The Jia family at least had a daughter who was a concubine, and the Wang family at least had Wang Ziteng, who rose to the position of Inspector General of Nine Provinces. But Jia Zhu, the only one who could read, died early. And what about the others? Jia She, who destroyed other families for a few fans? Xue Pan, who beat someone to death? Jia Baoyu, who seduced the prince's male favorite? Each one was more capable of causing trouble than the other.
For a family without successors, decline and destruction is only a matter of time.
Minglan understood, so she stayed quiet, but Wang didn't quite understand and couldn't help feeling a little bored. She wanted to act like a legitimate mother and teach Minglan a lesson in front of her prominent son-in-law, but Sheng Hong interrupted her. He talked about everything from the fate of the country to the future of the nation, one sentence after another, and she could never get a word in.
Fortunately, not long after, the people who were waiting in the main hall outside rushed in. Yuan Wenshao, Chang Wu and others came in with smiles and made a fuss, saying that the food and wine were almost cold. Sheng Hong saw that they had almost finished talking, so he smiled and followed everyone outside to drink.
Minglan was dragged by the female relatives to the inner hall for a banquet. The maids set up a round black lacquered wooden table that could seat seven or eight people. After the dishes were served, everyone sat around and talked and laughed while eating. Wang pulled Minglan to sit next to her.
All the people present were women. When they saw Minglan's appearance, they all knew what was going on in their hearts. Some were envious, some were jealous, and some were relieved. Each of them had their own deep thoughts.
Molan stared at Minglan with her eyes straight. Minglan was wearing a bright red silk robe with wide sleeves and a pattern of phoenixes and clouds, a thin jacket with gold thread embroidered with round phoenixes, a bun with her hair combed in the direction of the sky, a large hairpin with purple gold wings and flying phoenixes with five phoenixes facing the sun, tasseled red gold earrings on her ears, and thumb-sized rubies that shone brightly and dazzled people. Before leaving, Gu Tingye stuffed six or seven gold, jade and gemstone rings into Minglan's hands, making Minglan embarrassed to stretch out her hand.
This dress was not only luxurious and magnificent, but also could only be worn by ladies of high rank. Molan felt extremely uncomfortable seeing it, but she had to pretend to be very happy and kept talking to Minglan.
Minglan endured the dizziness and simply picked up the wine glass, turned around, looked into Wang's eyes, and said in a clear and sincere voice: "This first glass of wine, my daughter toasts to the madam first. Minglan was sickly when she was young. If it weren't for the careful care of the madam and elder sister, I'm afraid I would have died long ago! Minglan thanks the madam here!" As she spoke, she drank the wine from the glass in one gulp. At least the part about Hualan was true.
Wang's eyes suddenly became moist, and she drank the wine in one gulp. She pulled Minglan and was quite moved, muttering: "You child, it's such a good day, and you are talking nonsense! What are you talking about thanking your family? You have been obedient and sensible since you were a child, and you are less troublesome than the older ones. How can I not love you?!" She was so emotional that she took what she said seriously.
Molan's face turned pale, and she lowered her head without saying a word. Minglan glanced at her from the side and saw that Molan was dressed very solemnly and exquisitely, with light makeup, a neat bun, and even her earrings were neatly shaped like rings. She was motionless, a model of a standard wife, but she could not hide the fatigue and tension in the corners of her eyes, and a deep trace of worry gradually appeared between her eyebrows.
Minglan sighed slightly. She didn't want to settle the score later, but she hoped that Molan would be more clear-headed and not treat her as an outsider. It would be really nice if she made demands openly. She wanted to give her a heads-up here.
Seeing how harmonious the mother and daughter were, Aunt Kang felt a little jealous: "Ming girl has become successful now. I'm afraid your family will rely on you a lot in the future. You must remember how kind your mother is to you and don't forget your roots!" Half of her dowry was lost in the hands of illegitimate sons and daughters. She wanted to settle for a few marriages, but the Kang family relied on their noble family background and wanted to show off even though they were poor.
Minglan raised the corners of her mouth, smiled slightly and did not answer, but Rulan was unhappy. She was a straightforward person. Ever since Kang Zhaoer married into the Wang family, she regarded Aunt Kang as a despicable villain. If it were not for Yuner's sake, she would have said something unpleasant like "What does it have to do with you, the Kang family, that the Sheng family's daughter is returning home? She just comes here to eat for free whenever she has the chance."
"Aunt, you are right! Sixth sister, you must remember that you must repay those who are good to you. Even if you cannot repay them, you must not repay them with evil!" Rulan's small jacket with pink velvet edges and silver-red silk embroidery is very eye-catching, and it makes her rosy cheeks look good. It shows that her married life is pretty good.
Aunt Kang looked very unnatural and lowered her head to drink. Yoona knew the whole story and felt deeply sorry for her mother's actions. Changwu treated her very well and continued to help the Kang family over the years. Her in-laws and Shenghong's families were very close. She didn't want to cause dislike and just hoped that her mother would say less.
She pulled Rulan aside and whispered an apology to her, while she kept picking up food for Wang. Minglan sighed in her heart when she saw this.
Seeing the tension building, Hai stepped in to smooth things over. "A few days ago, Mother went to the Yuan family to see my eldest sister. She said her belly is bigger than mine, and she's clearly younger than me. Could there be two babies inside? My eldest sister keeps complaining of stomachaches, so maybe it's two strong little brothers practicing boxing and kicking inside!"
As she spoke, all the female members of the household laughed. Wang was the happiest and most proud of herself. She drank several cups in a row, and the alcohol and lust started to rise, and her speech became lisp. After two rounds of drinks, a maid came in from outside and whispered something in Minglan's ear.
Minglan stood up and said to everyone with a smile, "I'm afraid the old lady will give me some advice. I'll go first."
Wang was no longer quite clear, so Hai smiled and said, "Go ahead. The old lady has a lot to tell you."
Minglan said goodbye with a smile, turned around and left with the maid. As soon as she went out, she quickened her pace and headed straight for Shou'an Hall. After she stepped through the gate and turned into the left side room, there was indeed a table of food inside, and the old lady was sitting by the window waiting.
Minglan was touched and rushed over with a smile, hugging her arms and shaking them coquettishly: "Grandma and I are so connected. I knew you were waiting for me, so I came here on an empty stomach!" The old lady couldn't keep a straight face and scolded her with a smile: "It's all because of you, monkey. I'm so hungry waiting for you!" Minglan threw herself into the old lady's arms and said flatteringly: "Let me rub your belly for you!"
The old lady pinched Minglan's cheeks and said, "What's the point of rubbing an empty stomach? Aren't you afraid that the pain isn't enough from being hungry?!" Minglan helped the old lady sit at the table and personally filled a bowl of winter melon, pork ribs and mushroom soup for her. "Eat it, eat it!"
Mother Fang's eyes grew hot as she looked at him. "It's been a long time since the old lady has been so happy!"
"How long?!" the old lady turned around and glared, "It's only been two days!"
Minglan held her little face in her hands, a bright and sad expression on her face. "It feels like three autumns since we last met. Oh, it's been so many autumns. Grandma must be missing me so much! What can I do? Who told me to be so loved? There's nothing I can do."
The old lady finally couldn't hold it in any longer and almost cried with laughter: "You shameless person, you keep flattering yourself! Don't you have any dignity?"
Minglan tilted her head, stretched out her pretty face, and said with a smile, "No! You can take it!"
The old lady laughed so hard that she clapped her hands at Minglan, and the two of them fell down laughing together.
During the meal, the old lady kept listening to Minglan chattering about the people in the Gu Mansion, sometimes talking, sometimes laughing. Minglan felt sad, knowing that she might not be able to see the old lady often from now on, so she tried to keep the situation calm, vividly describing her wedding day as interesting and fun, as if the Gu family was full of happiness.
The old lady also listened with a smile. After the meal, the housekeeper told the maid to clear the table and all the dishes, close the door and go out.
"I have something to ask you, please sit down!" The old lady's expression became serious. Minglan had been with her for many years and knew that she was going to speak seriously, so she quickly offered her a cup of tea and then sat down obediently, waiting to be lectured.
Seeing the weariness hidden beneath Minglan's forced smile, the old lady couldn't help but feel torn. Ever since she heard Madam Fang relay Madam Cui's words, she had also been very embarrassed. Such private matters behind the curtains were not something others should be allowed to meddle in. It was best to pretend not to have seen anything. The old lady's thoughts turned over in a thousand ways, and finally she said, "Is he... treating you well?"
Minglan tried hard to keep her thoughts from going astray, her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "It's pretty good." What aspect are you asking about?
The old lady opened and closed her mouth, not knowing how to continue her question, so she simply changed the subject: "Who is in charge of your house now?"
Minglan hesitated for a moment: "Uh... this, granddaughter is not very clear."
The old lady's eyes seemed to be filled with reproach. After thinking for a moment, she sighed and continued in a soft voice, "How are the houses and gardens in your mansion? I heard that it was once the residence of an important minister of the previous emperor. It has been abandoned for almost ten years. Does it need repair?"
Minglan looked bewildered: "Well... I don't know about that." She had hardly even left her bedroom and had no idea what the mansion looked like.
The old lady's eyes widened, her face darkened again, and she asked anxiously: "How much fixed assets do you have now?" She stayed with her husband all day, so she should at least say something!
Minglan said shyly, "This...even my granddaughter doesn't know." There is no need to talk much in bed, it's either sleeping or exercising.
The old lady knew nothing about anything and looked up at her granddaughter in silence. She had trained a child who was well-versed in all kinds of skills, but in the end, none of them were used. This new son-in-law only needed the most basic technical skills.
Minglan was filled with shame and thought for a long time in panic. She stammered, "Don't worry, Grandma. He actually treats me very well."
The old lady felt weak all over and could only sigh deeply.
"...Grandma, Minglan knows what you mean. Minglan will be careful." Minglan knew that the old lady was worried about her. In fact, she also knew that her situation was very troublesome. It was not that she did not want to struggle, but she really had no time these two days.
"Forget it, tell me, has your brother-in-law been unhappy these past two days?" The old lady stopped sighing and asked again.
Unhappy? Minglan felt that everything was wrong with him: his stepmother was difficult to deal with, his brother was half dead, and his family was full of extremely bad relatives. She thought about it and suddenly said softly, "Grandmother, in my opinion, he... seems to want to inherit the title of Ningyuan Marquis." Gu Tingyu was terminally ill, and it was questionable how long he could live. It was impossible for him to have another son at this time.
"Oh?" The old lady became interested, her eyes interested. "Why do you think so?"
Minglan brought a cup of tea to the old lady and spoke with measured words, "My granddaughter has witnessed it with her own eyes. She knows that his dislike for the Gu family is not just ordinary, it can almost be described as 'disgust'. There are so many places in the capital. If he really wants to cut ties with the Gu family and have less contact with them, why would he live so close? Wouldn't the Emperor grant him a place?"
The old lady nodded, took the teacup, and gently skimmed off the tea foam with the tea lid: "That makes sense."
Minglan sat down next to the old lady and frowned slightly, "Granddaughter, you don't understand this. I heard years ago that the emperor intended to let him inherit the title and repeatedly summoned the Marquis of Xiangyang. Why did he...?"
The words were not explained, but the old lady understood. She smiled and said, "You mean, if he really wants to inherit the title, wouldn't the Xiangyang Marquisate be better? It would be rich and he could get rid of those dirty people. Is that what you mean?"
Minglan nodded. In fact, she hated dealing with those extremely bad relatives.
"You're still young, and you don't understand the implications." The old lady chuckled softly, patted her hands, and said gently, "Think about it. It's the same situation. Is it easier to deal with a stepmother, or a stepmother who is strict with etiquette and laws?"
Minglan suddenly understood something.
The old lady's eyes flashed with some ambiguous meanings, and she smiled and said, "Your son-in-law is the second son of the old Marquis Ningyuan. His elder brother has no heir, so it is natural for him to inherit the title. He doesn't need to rely on anyone's favor, just a push from the emperor. Although the Xiangyang Marquisate is now prominent and the Ningyuan Marquisate is deserted and decadent, we can't just rely on the outside to make things right. It's a relief now, but there will be plenty of trouble in the future."
Minglan was greatly enlightened, suddenly realizing the truth. Madam Qin was the successor wife, and even for Gu Tingye, her own legitimate mother-in-law was actually the late Madam Bai. All she had to do was be polite. But if Gu Tingye wanted to inherit the title of Marquis of Xiangyang, he would be admitted into the family clan from an outsider. From then on, he would have to treat the old lady of Xiangyang and his brothers with kindness and care. Otherwise, he would be gossiped about being ungrateful, and his future would be filled with endless troubles.
The old lady slowly leaned back, lying comfortably on the head of the kang, and said casually: "I'm afraid your brother-in-law is a man of unruly personality. He hates being constrained the most in his life." The old lady's classic comment, Minglan nodded vigorously, this sentence was really right.
The old lady glanced at her and suddenly said, "With a man of this temperament, just remember this: first, don't force yourself on him... Haha, but you can't outmaneuver him!" Minglan sighed with a wry smile. The old lady continued, "Also, judging by his actions, he must be a sensible man who won't tolerate any injustice. Just say what you want to do. Don't try to be gullible and disobey. Don't hide things and pretend to be 'virtuous'. It will only create rifts between husband and wife!"
Minglan lowered her eyelids and nodded - Mother Cui, you passed the message so quickly.
The old lady saw Minglan's expression and knew she didn't fully understand, so she spoke out. She stared at Minglan and said fiercely, "'Virtuous' is nothing more than a yellow clay statue of a Buddha or a tablet of Confucius. You just pay homage to them. If you really do it, you will regret it for the rest of your life! ... Remember, your man is your support for at least half your life! Even if you don't like him, you have to hold on to him! Don't let other women get away with it! Don't act so noble and frivolous. Even if a man doesn't have any philandering thoughts, you still have to be able to keep him under control!" She seemed to speak a little hurriedly. She took a breath, her mouth bitter, and said, "You, don't learn from me."
Minglan's tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and she fell on the old lady's knees and cried. She had known from a long time ago that the old lady's teachings to her were more or less to make up for her own shortcomings in the past. Her hope for Minglan's happiness was, to some extent, also a kind of sustenance for herself.
Minglan gently stroked the old lady's wrinkled hand and whispered, "When Mr. Zhuang was reciting history, my granddaughter's favorite chapter was 'The History of the Former Jin Dynasty: Han Bai.' It tells of General Han, who with only a thousand soldiers in a single city resisted an army of tens of thousands. Everyone urged him to surrender, but he refused. Seeing his army defeated and his city in tatters, he placed his sword across his neck and said, 'Man proposes, God disposes; if you don't plan, you're not prepared to risk your life.' Before he could finish his words, a flash flood broke out in the opposite valley, drowning more than half the enemy troops and thus averting the crisis."
Minglan's voice gradually became clearer as she spoke word by word, "Granddaughter will remember Grandmother's teachings and live her life with all her heart. No matter good times or bad, I will never be disrespectful, arrogant, or careless. I will never blame others, nor will I give up easily. Who knows, perhaps, with God's help, I will finally be able to... let spring come and flowers bloom."
【Author has something to say】
There are many old sayings about the rise and fall of ancient families, such as wealth cannot last for more than three generations and the grace of a gentleman will be cut off after five generations. But on the whole, families with scholars will always prosper longer.
A classic example is the Fan Zhongyan family, which prospered for 800 years from the Northern Song Dynasty to the early years of the Republic of China. Basically, all the prominent families for hundreds of years followed the model of the Fan family, establishing clan schools, publicly owning clan property, cultivating clan members, helping each other, and passing on the legacy one after another.
Among them, the Chen family of Haining learned the most thoroughly.
"For generations, the number of scholars and their achievements in the imperial examinations is unparalleled in the country. In the past three hundred years, there have been more than two hundred Jinshi, three of whom have served as prime ministers. Eleven of them have held the positions of minister, vice minister, governor, and provincial governor. It is truly an extraordinary number."
The four major families in the Red Mansion are essentially a group of royal relatives and bureaucrats. From the perspective of the foundation of the family, they lack the integrity and clarity compared to the scholarly families, not to mention the fact that they are far behind in restraining the behavior of their family members.
If Xue Pan or Jia She were born in such a family, they would probably be beaten to death or expelled from the clan soon. Of course, it is also possible that they would change for the better soon.
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