Huo Xiaocheng and Chunying's marriage was almost a natural progression, and the story of this young couple was known throughout Pingyang.
"I heard that General Huo is going to marry the most beautiful courtesan at the brothel?"
"yes!"
Under the big trees at the entrance of Hualiu Lane, several elderly women with completely white hair came out to bask in the sun again as the weather warmed up.
When are you getting married?
The older women's ears aren't always very good, but anyway, you say your piece and I say mine, and in the end, we manage to gather all the gossip together.
"A hero paired with a beauty, that's a perfect match."
"Is that courtesan Chunying?"
"yes!"
"That girl is nice. She's pretty and kind-hearted. She even helped me carry my water bucket before."
"I heard the Huo family has a young daughter who isn't very bright?" The old lady who spoke had a bad memory; in her previous life, it would be considered Alzheimer's disease. Her memories were fragmented and intermittent, sometimes clear-headed, sometimes confused.
Huo Xiaolong, who was sitting nearby enjoying the gossip, was suddenly called out, and the gossip had landed on him again.
The little girl took off running home.
"Who's not smart enough? Look at that one who ran over there, his legs are so strong."
"That's the youngest daughter of the Huo family."
“Oh, so someone is spreading lies. I remember this child, I remember…last year…”
Inside the brothel, Madam Cen called Chunying to her room.
"Our family follows the old traditions when our daughter gets married. Her dowry is the money she's earned over the years, and I'll add some more for you." Cen Ang's tone was very gentle today. After all, his child was about to get married, and it wouldn't be good to have a stern face towards her.
Chunying's eyes were a little red. It wasn't that she was reluctant to leave Fengyue Tower. The Huo family lived so close to Fengyue Tower, and the courtyards were all connected. She could go back to live wherever she wanted.
She just felt that she was lucky.
real.
If it weren't for Cen's mother when I met her at the brokerage, I would have ended up like Mando.
"You're getting married, so be happy."
"Yes, Mom."
Cen Ang patted the girl's head twice and said
"Manto changed her household registration before her marriage. Do you want to change it too?"
Mantuo had no maternal family. Before the wedding, she pulled Cen Ang aside and kowtowed three times to her, and then filled in her surname on her household registration.
Cen, Cen Mantuo.
From then on, her mother was Cen Ang, and Fengyue Tower was her maternal home.
Zhihua hasn't changed her name. She has parents, and she wants to keep her name and openly take Zhou Ning'an back to the capital. She wants to marry him again, this time while holding her parents' memorial tablets.
But, to her, Cen's mother was no different from her own mother.
Upon hearing this, Chunying burst into tears. She could no longer remember the faces of her biological parents. It was as if, after coming to the brothel, she had been reborn.
"want."
The girl used almost all her strength to say those words.
From then on, she had a mother, she had a father, and she had people who loved and protected her.
Chunying knew she wouldn't suffer any grievances after marrying into the Huo family, but only some people truly understood the strength of their family's backing.
"Then I'll host a banquet for my daughter the day after tomorrow."
Cen Ang's thoughts drifted back to the past. Could she have loved someone before? Probably not. The former empress brought her to the palace, providing her with fine clothes and sumptuous food, giving her the life of a young lady from the capital.
However, children who have lost their parents are always going to be bullied.
They didn't bully her in front of the Empress, but the palace servants secretly tripped her up.
Cen Ang dared not have any friends in the palace. She felt that everyone who approached her had an ulterior motive. She was cold-blooded and ruthless, cautious in her words and deeds, and ruthless in her methods. She was the head maid that the Empress was training for the Crown Princess.
Until that year, the young girl Cen Ang met that woman who made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.
What's your name?
She sat there drinking tea, and Hua Luan brought her a backrest. The Crown Princess's eyes were full of affection as she asked Cen Ang's name.
"This servant, Cen Ang, greets the Crown Princess."
"No need to kneel, no need to kneel, Luan'er helps her up."
Hua Luan stepped forward to help Cen Ang up, but she couldn't budge him; the girl knelt on the ground like a stone.
The rules between master and servant must not be broken.
The woman who made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze stood up, walked up to her, and said...
"Since Her Majesty the Empress bestowed you upon me, does that mean I am the master and you are the servant?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Now, your master orders you to stand up."
Sunlight shone on the woman, and Cen Ang looked up at the hand reaching out to him.
The girl reached out and grasped it.
“I’m in charge of the Crown Prince’s residence. I am the Crown Princess, and also your mistress. Since you listen to your mistress so much, remember this: here with me, you don’t need to kneel down all the time, and you don’t need to apply the palace rules to us.”
"When you come to the Crown Prince's residence, you only need to do three things. First, use your methods to manage the inner quarters well. Second, if any young lady or lady makes you feel wronged, remember to come back and complain. Third, learn to smile! Luan'er, give her a smile and show this aunt who came from the palace how happy it is to be the Crown Princess."
From that day on, Cen Ang learned to laugh.
She is Cen Ang, the stern and ruthless head maidservant beside the Crown Princess among the high-ranking officials and nobles of the capital. As long as Cen Ang stands there, even the most scheming girls who want to climb the social ladder will tremble. If she were to enter the inner quarters of the Crown Prince's residence, wouldn't this girl kill them?
She was Cen Ang, a young girl who had been slapped in the face by the Imperial Concubine and returned with the slap mark on her face. The Crown Princess then dragged her to the palace to seek justice.
Just like when they first met, the sunlight shone on the Crown Princess that day, and Cen Ang felt that she was glowing.
"What about the Imperial Consort! I am the Crown Princess personally chosen by the Emperor and Empress for the Crown Prince and welcomed into the palace through the main gate. I respect you and call you Mother Consort. Mother Consort, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. What right do you have to hit my Ah Cen?"
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