When Cui returned to her residence in the county government office, she was still deeply troubled.
As she stepped into the bedroom, she felt all her previous fatigue vanish, and she felt refreshed and energetic.
She carefully placed the stack of policy proposals on the table, her gaze fixed on them without blinking.
In my mind, I see the little girl's calm yet profound eyes, and those resounding promises.
She wasn't actually sure that the magistrate was infertile; it was just her guess.
Over the years, she had tried to find a doctor to treat her husband's health, but each time she was met with a hateful look from her husband, and in the end, all her efforts came to nothing.
In reality, Cui Ling herself dared not face all of this and deliberately numbed herself.
However, in front of the carriage, a clever girl exposes everything. She sees the bloody truth again and is forced to consider what might happen in the future.
Cui Ling had to admit that this would indeed be the rest of her life.
The Wang family would never admit that Magistrate Wang was incompetent.
Although the Cui family, her maternal family, is powerful now, who can guarantee that they will still have such power in twenty or thirty years?
Just look at the new emperor's actions, and you'll know that she can't tolerate any dissent. The Cui family has already crossed the line, and they will never be as glorious as before. She has to think about herself!
The new emperor is a woman, and women can take the imperial examinations.
In order to cultivate his own power, the new emperor will definitely promote women to official positions and trust them more!
If she had a bright and intelligent daughter who excelled in her studies, that would be a sure win!
Cui paced back and forth in the room, her mind in turmoil.
The sky outside the window gradually brightened and then slowly darkened again; I didn't sleep a wink all night.
She could never ignore the burning desire in her heart.
She really wanted a daughter who could bring her honor and earn her dignity for the rest of her life!
The next morning, Cui finally made up her mind.
She summoned her trusted nanny and whispered a few instructions to her.
"Go and find out where the doctor who treated your infertility back then is now. Also, send someone to inquire around."
The old woman accepted the order and left, while Madam Cui sat in the study, carefully rereading the policy essays left by Yu Luo.
Although the handwriting is immature, every word is precious and the insights are unique, something that an ordinary child could not write.
In particular, several of his analyses of the current situation coincided with the pronouncements of the old scholars in the Cui family of the capital.
In the afternoon, the old woman reported back, her expression complicated.
“Madam, I have checked, and the doctor back then did say that the master is weak and may have difficulty having children.”
The old woman's words startled her.
Years of self-deception have finally been proven true.
Cui's fingertips trembled slightly as she gripped the table tightly.
She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and countless images flashed through her mind.
The mother-in-law's cold words, the sister-in-law's veiled mockery, the husband's perfunctory evasions...
Her life seems to be truly trapped by the label of being childless.
At that moment, Yu Luo's voice echoed in his ears again: "You will be granted the title of Lady of the Imperial Decree! Both the Wang family and the Cui family will have to respect you!"
"And I, an orphan with nothing, a child with a flawed background, am destined to be tied to you on the same boat!"
A child, yet possessing such a magnificent spirit and astonishing vision.
And that girl was right, she came from Chunfeng Tower, which is a fatal flaw!
In the future, this girl would never betray her stepmother for the sake of her career!
Cui opened her eyes abruptly, her gaze now devoid of any hesitation.
She suddenly stood up, and the dignified air she exuded was now even more resolute.
"Prepare the car!" she ordered in a deep voice. "To Chunfeng Tower!"
…
Inside the Spring Breeze Pavilion, Yu Luo remained as quiet as ever.
She had no expectations, no anxiety, and simply went about her chores quietly.
Sweeping, wiping tables, washing dishes—for her, these were simply different ways of silently reciting books in her mind. That was all.
That afternoon, she carried a freshly brewed cup of Biluochun tea and quietly delivered it to Sister Mei's room.
Sister Mei was facing the window, sketching a portrait of a lady with a smile in her eyes.
"Sister Mei, have some tea." Yu Luo gently placed the teacup on the table.
Sister Mei put down her paintbrush, turned to look at her, and looked at her with affection in her eyes.
She reached out and touched Yu Luo's head, and said softly with a smile, "Little Qi is becoming more and more sensible, and more and more beautiful."
As soon as she finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open with a creak.
Sun's mother's face, heavily made up, peeked in through the crack in the door.
Her gaze, sharp as a viper, fixed directly on Yu Luo, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.
"Oh my, who is it? It's Xiao Qi!" Mother Sun laughed like an old fox, drawing out her voice.
She walked to Yu Luo's side, extended her nails painted with henna, and gently traced them across Yu Luo's delicate cheek.
"This child is becoming more and more outstanding. Look at her face and figure, she's almost as beautiful as you, Sister Mei."
Sun's mother's gaze darted back and forth between Yu Luo and Sister Mei, muttering to herself.
"I've raised it for quite a long time, it's about time, let's see when I can sell it for a good price."
Sister Mei's expression changed instantly, and she clenched her fingers tightly around the paintbrush.
She forced a smile and joked, "Mom, don't be so harsh on Xiaoqi. She's so young and skinny, who would want her?"
"Look at the girls at our Chunfeng Pavilion. Aren't they all multi-talented, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? That's why they're so popular!"
She paused, then smiled and suggested, "Why don't we let Xiaoqi grow up for another two years and learn to paint from me?"
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