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"I heard that the Tang Family Kiln Workshop was once glorious. During the time when old Mr. Tang and Tang Qian were in charge, this person crafted a Porcelain Beauty. Is this true?"
"Indeed, why does Young Master Li ask this?"
"My father has a passion for antique porcelain and aims to collect rare treasures from around the world. Next month marks my father's sixtieth birthday, and I wish to present him with a gift. I am currently searching for antique porcelain and wonder if the Tang family's Porcelain Beauty is for sale?"
"Young Master Li might as well go and inquire."
A rare guest arrived at the Tang family hall, and this person was none other than Young Master Li, who hoped to purchase the Porcelain Beauty.
The Tang Family Matriarch gathered with the Tang Family Head to discuss the matter. After all, the the Li Family was willing to offer One Thousand Taels of Gold for the Porcelain Beauty. Although the Tang family was considered a prominent family in Changnan, their resources had dwindled. One Thousand Taels of Gold would be enough to support the Tang family comfortably for several more years.
Although the Porcelain Beauty was a treasure cherished by the old master of the Tang family, it was ultimately just a piece of porcelain. The Tang Family Matriarch initially intended to consult with Tang Yan but, seeing him lost in indulgence day after day, felt frustrated by his lack of ambition. She eventually left in anger, her hurried steps unable to hide her graying hair and pale complexion.
In the back courtyard of the Tang family, Kong Se burst into Tang Yan's study with a face full of shock and anger, only to find him reclining on the couch with Qian Dai in his arms. Their hair intertwined as they nestled together, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of harmonious music.
Ignoring Qiandai, Kong Se trembled as she spoke, "I heard from the servants that you plan to sell the Porcelain Beauty you personally painted?"
Tang Yan merely frowned and replied nonchalantly, "Oh? Are they really willing to sell that precious item?" He didn't care how Kong Se knew about the Porcelain Beauty; it was just a piece of porcelain after all. Whether it was sold or not had nothing to do with him.
"So you don't know that they intend to sell the Porcelain Beauty?" Hope ignited in Kong Se's eyes, but Tang Yan's next words plunged her into despair.
"Let them sell it; after all, it's merely a failed piece that no one appreciated."
At this moment, Qian Dai rolled her eyes and looked at Kong Se, saying to Tang Yan, "Even a masterpiece that goes unappreciated can find someone willing to pay a thousand taels of gold for it."
Tang Yan laughed, "A thousand taels of gold? No wonder, it might be worth it."
A thousand taels of gold, might be worth it?
The late spring breeze continued to sway gently, with Musk Flowers blooming extravagantly, one after another. The scenery was similar, but the person who once lay on the Couch humming sweetly now wandered through the scene in a daze.
The sound of the wind was sharp; it was Qian Dai's voice: "Kong Se, are you in pain? If you're in pain, just let it go. This is merely your obsession with the world."
When the Former Emperor was alive, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, officials sought to please him by collecting rare treasures from the common people.
Tang Qian, the master of the Tang family's private kiln, took this opportunity to ask a friend who held an official position in the capital to present a painstakingly crafted Porcelain Beauty as a tribute to the Former Emperor, hoping for a chance to make a name for himself. This Tang Qian was Tang Yan's grandfather.
However, fate played tricks; this friend in the capital unfortunately fell ill and died from a minor cold!
Tang Qian had no choice but to seek other means but faced obstacles everywhere.
Later, the eldest son of his deceased friend, seeing Tang Qian's desperate search for a solution, could no longer hold back and advised him: "This item is indeed beautiful, but ultimately lacks depth."
Finally, at the Centennial Festival, Tang Qian felt disheartened and fell into a state of despair, living out his days in gloom. Before his death, he kept murmuring to everyone, "There are mediocre people who allow beautiful jade to gather dust; I never expected that I would end up in such a situation."
Afterward, the Porcelain Beauty was stored away in a warehouse, neglected and left to gather dust. It was lamentable that Tang Qian's lifelong masterpiece ended up in such a fate.
Perhaps it was divine favor or perhaps Tang Qian's lingering obsession, but this neglected Porcelain Beauty gradually developed a bit of spirit and became a spiritual object.
For an inanimate object to cultivate a bit of spirit, regardless of its potential, it would take at least a hundred years if not a thousand years to become refined; truly, it is a matter of fate.
By chance, Tang Yan discovered the Porcelain Beauty while idly passing time. He found it as beautiful as uncut jade, with an expression so lifelike that it was beyond words. He picked it up and began to play with it carefully.
One day, inspired by the beauty of the figure, he decided to paint Colorful Paintings on it, transforming the originally pure and clear jade into a stunning peony.
At that time, Tang Yan did not know that this Porcelain Beauty had already cultivated some spirit.
Through his hands, it further understood humanity.
On a snowy night in late December, under the moonlight, a young woman slowly stepped out, carried by the subtle fragrance of white plum blossoms. The Porcelain Beauty became a true beauty.
That woman was Kong Se.
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