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In ancient times, weren't women all submissive and silent, devoted to their husbands and raising children, confined within the bounds of propriety, afraid to speak out?
Yet she truly radiated the selfless light of motherhood, even knowing she was in danger.
Having never experienced maternal love, she felt a mix of emotions—both touched and resentful towards the original Chen Qingluan. Was it worth it to take her own life for a man she had never even met?
Her heart wrestled with these thoughts, but her exterior remained composed. She didn't know how to face this heavy maternal love... Should she tell her that she was not her daughter? If she did, it might hurt her even more.
"Madam," just as Qing Luan felt the atmosphere growing strange and was unsure whether to speak, the door was pushed open. A girl around seventeen or eighteen entered, kneeling respectfully. With a hint of urgency, she said, "The master has returned!"
"The master is back?" Upon hearing this, Zhu Clan's expression showed no joy, only shock.
Qing Luan looked on curiously, not understanding why she didn't seem pleased about her husband's return. Did she not like him? That seemed impossible; after all, how could she have given birth to three daughters if that were the case?
Surely there was something more to this situation!
"Yes, at Listening Rain Pavilion. The master asks Madam... to come with Fourth Miss," the maid hesitated before whispering, "The master is very angry..."
"Hmph," Zhu Clan responded with a cold laugh instead of panic. "Angry? I want to see what he's angry about!"
Chen Qingluan felt even more puzzled by Zhu Clan—she seemed quite capable and unafraid of the head of the household. In her understanding, women in ancient times rarely possessed such spirit. This piqued her curiosity about both Zhu Clan and this unusual family.
" Luan'er," seeing that she merely stared without crying or appearing aggrieved, Zhu Clan pouted and patted her hand. "Don't be afraid. No matter what your father says, don't get upset. Mother will never let those vile women tarnish you!"
The cold little hand was held tightly by a warm, sturdy one, leaving Qing Luan momentarily stunned. A wave of warmth swept through her heart, and a faint smile crept onto her lips. Though not very pronounced, it was clear that she was feeling happy at that moment.
Seeing this, the Zhu Clan felt a sense of relief, but as thoughts of the considerable commotion awaiting her surfaced, anger bubbled up inside. However, she did not show it; instead, she instructed the maid to help Qing Luan with her grooming while she sipped tea and waited.
At the age of ten, with a face still unformed and no matter what fine silks or satins one wore, it was impossible to exude grace or charm. Looking into the mirror at her delicate yet youthful face and touching the exquisite pink Yellow Skirt she wore, Chen Qingluan sighed inwardly, thinking that this family would surely be chaotic.
The Listening Rain Pavilion was situated in the best location of the Chen Family estate, warm in winter and cool in summer, making it an excellent place for receiving guests and earning a great reputation outside.
Qing Luan's original body was not weak, but as a ten-year-old child who had never lifted a finger to help out and had hardly touched the ground with her feet, it was unrealistic to expect her health to be good. Coupled with her overwhelming shame and desire to escape life, her condition had only worsened. Thus, as she walked along, she couldn't help but breathe heavily, a thin sheen of sweat forming on her forehead while her cheeks flushed from their previous pallor.
"Mother," upon seeing her mother approach alongside Sister Four, Chen Qingyuan immediately stepped forward to support her. She whispered, "Aunt Huang has been nagging Father about..." Feeling a gentle squeeze on her small hand reassured her that her mother understood without needing words. Relaxing, she released her mother's hand and reached out to steady the nearly fainting Chen Qingluan.
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