"Mother, I didn't lift a finger for this homecoming gift; it was all arranged by my husband. Don't worry, Mother, I will keep my heart safe."
My mother looked at me with the eyes of someone who thought, "My daughter has finally grown up." She said, "And about things inside the tent, don't be too rigid. This is also very important. If you're too reserved, you won't be in sync. You should take the initiative when necessary."
Before, your grandmother had Madam Song stay by your side for two or three years. You know her background, and you know how she trained you.
Men like to be dignified in public but charming at home. You need to manage that well.” The last sentence was whispered in my ear by my mother.
Although it was a little awkward to talk about bedroom matters with my mother, I nodded earnestly. My mother nodded with satisfaction when she saw that I had taken it all in.
Madam Song was a former courtesan whom my fourth uncle found in the Qinhuai River. My fourth uncle needed them to develop the family business and needed these courtesans, so he brought them back. Madam Song was the best among that batch. After she came back, she was taken to my grandmother's residence in the imperial estate to be trained in the rules of the mansion before she came to my side.
In addition to teaching Khoja about matters within the tent, he also taught Khoja dance to make him more elegant and charming.
This is not surprising. Most of the women in Emperor Kangxi's palace, especially the concubines, had undergone similar training.
In my opinion, Madam Song is an absolutely beautiful woman; her beauty is in her very bones.
"Furthermore, Consort Hui entered the palace at a young age and protected the young master as he grew up safely, which shows she is quite capable."
Even if we ten of us were tied together, we still wouldn't be as clever as her. Therefore, we must be truly filial and respectful to the Empress.
The Empress will sense your sincerity, and so will the Man.
"Don't take those people in your backyard too seriously, but don't ignore them either."
The most important thing is a man's heart. Women in the backyard rely on men's hearts, so they will work harder and be more open than you.
As the primary wife, you should give them everything you are entitled to. Of course, your own things are for your own children; don't be foolish and give them away.
If a woman in your backyard gets pregnant, you must never harm the child, nor should you be generous and considerate enough to help her maintain the pregnancy.
Take it easy, especially since you're not quite settled yet. Don't get involved; let the people at the police station handle it.
"Your primary task now is to take good care of your health, cultivate a relationship with the prince, and be filial to Consort Hui." That's how mothers are; they worry about their children's well-being and wish they could impart all their experience to them.
My mother had told me many of these things after the talent show, but it's easier said than done. Only by actually doing it can you truly understand the feelings involved.
Although I don't have a Daoist partner in the cultivation world, I had a relationship and a marriage in my first life, so I understand men's thoughts to some extent and have my own insights into managing a marriage.
However, the place is monogamous, and although there are bound to be philanderers and seductive vixens, there isn't much infighting on a daily basis.
It's different here. There are many legal third parties, and the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship often interferes in your marriage. There are also family relationships, especially since I married the future emperor's eldest son, who will be imprisoned for 26 years. This makes things even more complicated.
However, He Zhuo is no ordinary person. She is a cultivator, currently at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. Once you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, your lifespan is 300 years. Therefore, her decades-long marriage is not her whole life, and she takes it all in stride.
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