TPMCS(rebirth) 36 - Listen to your wife

 Su Yiniang's gaze was discreet, but Huo Jue's sharp senses detected it immediately.  

He lifted his eyes, gave her a slight nod, and strode straight into the Wenying Pavilion.  

It wasn’t until his figure disappeared inside that Su Yiniang snapped out of her daze. So this was the man the Duke had been waiting for. For the Duke to treat someone with such deference, he must be no ordinary talent.  

Judging by his bearing, he was likely a scholar who had come to the capital for the imperial exams. With the exams just around the corner, the city had been flooded with candidates since winter. The capital was about to get even livelier!  

Inside the Wenying Pavilion, Xue Wu pushed a stack of banknotes across the table as soon as Huo Jue took his seat. "Here’s your money back. Your brother-in-law’s salary may not be much, but I can still afford a house on Yongfu Street. Consider it yours."  

Huo Jue glanced down.  

Months ago, he had sent Shen Ting to the Duke’s residence with a letter—along with this stack of banknotes meant to purchase a house. The sum was more than enough for a property on Yongfu Street, but prime real estate in the capital was rarely sold openly. Securing such a place required Xue Wu’s influence.  

Now that Xue Wu was referring to himself as "brother-in-law," it meant he had thoroughly investigated Huo Jue’s past and fully accepted him as Wei Jin, the second son of the Wei family.  

Huo Jue pocketed the banknotes and said calmly, "In that case, Zhaoming thanks his brother-in-law."  

Xue Wu raised an eyebrow.  

Last time, this kid had sternly declared that women of the Wei family would never be concubines. Now he was calling him "brother-in-law" without hesitation. Quite adaptable.  

"You’ve got the house, I’ve brought Physician Fang back to the capital, and that Miss Xu from Zhenping Marquisate has been sent to a secluded estate. What else do you need me to do, brother-in-law?"  

Xue Wu’s tone was laced with amusement. As the commander of the Imperial Guards and the heir to the Duke of Dingguo’s estate, the only people in the capital who could command his personal attention were the emperor and Wei Huan.  

Yet this kid had casually sent him a letter with three tasks, treating him like family without a second thought. Didn’t he fear provoking him to the point of drawing his sword?  

Huo Jue ignored the mockery in Xue Wu’s words.  

It had been a long time since he’d seen this side of Xue Wu. In his past life, after Wei Huan’s death, Xue Wu had joined him in sending their enemies to hell—some dead, some crippled, others exiled—until even the emperor himself was overthrown.  

Back then, Xue Wu had been even more ruthless than him, his methods vicious and decisive. The entire capital had trembled in fear, and even the Xue family, renowned for their loyalty in guarding Suzhou for generations, had been tarnished with infamy.  

Once their vengeance was complete, Xue Wu had resigned and left the capital. No one knew where he went or whether he lived or died. He had simply vanished into the world, carrying Wei Huan’s ashes with him.  

Memories of their time fighting side by side in court flashed through Huo Jue’s mind. The man before him had not yet been broken by despair.  

Everything was different now. There was still time.  

Huo Jue lifted the wine jug and poured Xue Wu a cup. "I ask the Duke to save my sister’s life."  

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In the performance hall, the pipa’s melody cascaded like pearls falling onto a jade plate. A woman in a delicate pink gown sang a soft, alluring tune, drawing cheers from the private booths.  

Su Yiniang navigated the corridors, carrying freshly warmed wine and an array of fragrant appetizers to the Wenying Pavilion.  

But when she entered, she found the Duke alone.  

Xue Wu sat with his head bowed, his finely-jointed fingers gripping a wine cup tightly. His usual smile was gone, replaced by a frosty expression so dark it seemed to drip with menace.  

Since the Duke had taken command of the Imperial Guards, the Yujing Lou had fallen under his control. Su Yiniang had worked for him for six years and had never seen him look so grim.  

Her heart skipped a beat. She hesitated, unsure whether to ask what had happened.  

Before she could speak, Xue Wu snapped out of his thoughts and set down the cup. "Send Yuefu to the Minister of Justice’s residence. Since Qi Changlin is so eager to take her as a concubine, I’ll grant his wish."  

Su Yiniang’s eyes flickered.  

Yuefu was one of the Yujing Lou’s top courtesans, adored by countless young nobles in the capital. Favored even by Princess Huiru, she stood unrivaled among the city’s famous beauties.  

For someone so shrewd and well-connected to become Qi Changlin’s concubine was… somewhat of a waste.  

But Su Yiniang didn’t dare question the Duke’s decision. She bowed obediently. "Understood."  

---  

Huo Jue returned to Yongfu Street well past midnight. Instead of heading straight to bed, he summoned his attendants, He Zhou and He Ning, gave them quiet instructions, and then went to his study to write a confidential letter.  

What he had said at the Yujing Lou didn’t matter much to his plans, whether Xue Wu believed him or not. If he did, all the better. If not, it changed nothing.  

This time, he refused to repeat the mistakes of his past life—rushing headlong into vengeance and resorting to the most extreme methods.  

He wanted Jiang Li and Wei Huan to live happily and peacefully. Their well-being was what truly mattered.  

Once He Zhou and He Ning left, Huo Jue extinguished the candle and returned to his bedchamber.  

The room was silent, the perfect hour for deep sleep.  

He drew back the curtains, and the warm scent of apricot blossoms—Jiang Li’s favorite fragrance—wafted over him. She always carried this sweet, delicate aroma.  

The young woman in the canopy bed was fast asleep, but as Huo Jue climbed in, she rolled toward him as if by habit, nestling her head perfectly into the crook of his arm.  

Huo Jue’s eyes darkened. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.  

A night of sweet dreams followed.  

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Jiang Li had gone to bed early and woke to a sky still shrouded in darkness. Snow had fallen all night, silently frosting the lattice windows.  

Uncertain when Huo Jue had returned, she decided to let him sleep longer. Carefully lifting his arm from her waist, she tried to rise—only to be abruptly yanked back into his embrace.  

"Awake, A Li?" His voice was husky with sleep.  

Jiang Li mumbled an affirmative. "Did I wake you? It’s still early. Go back to sleep."  

Instead of answering, Huo Jue nuzzled her hair, his fingers drifting upward to loosen her collar and slide inside.  

Jiang Li’s face burned.  

Even if the sky wasn’t fully light, it was still daytime! How could he—how could he indulge in such wanton behavior in broad daylight?  

She shrank into herself, her voice trembling. "H-Huo Jue, if you can’t sleep, get up and study. The exams are right around the corner. You don’t have much time left!"  

Huo Jue hadn’t expected her to suggest he hit the books in the middle of such an intimate moment.  

During their month-long journey, he had restrained himself out of consideration for her exhaustion. Now, with her soft warmth in his arms, how could he hold back?  

His lips found the sensitive spot below her ear, and he chuckled, low and rough. "It’s fine. I can spare the time."  

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Jiang Li dozed off again, worn out, and didn’t wake until the sun was high.  

Huo Jue was already gone. She sat up slowly and called hoarsely, "Tao Zhu."  

Tao Zhu, who had been waiting outside, hurried in.  

The room was thick with warmth and a lingering, unmistakable musk. The bed curtains were parted, the sheets in disarray.  

Knowing her mistress was easily embarrassed, Tao Zhu kept her expression neutral as she helped Jiang Li wash up, efficiently changed the bedding, and then had breakfast brought in.  

The meal had been arranged by Huo Jue—a bowl of creamy minced meat porridge, golden-brown fried bread sprinkled with pepper and scallions, and a few side dishes of pickled vegetables.  

Light and appetizing, it revived Jiang Li enough to regain some strength, though her body still ached.  

"Where is he?"  

Tao Zhu answered carefully, "The young master is in his study. He said he must heed your words—study diligently by the light of the snow and the glow of fireflies—to prepare earnestly for the exams."  

The words had been specifically relayed to appease her. Given how gingerly Jiang Li had moved earlier, Tao Zhu could guess why her master was worried about her temper.  

Jiang Li’s cheeks puffed out briefly before she exhaled, her lips curling into a smile.  

He had been relentless earlier, pushing her to the brink of exhaustion. Afterward, when he cleaned her up, she had refused to look at him in a fit of pique.  

But her anger never lasted long. It always dissipated on its own.  

Huo Jue, however, seemed fascinated by her rare displays of temper. He had kissed her eyelids, coaxing her to open her eyes, prolonging her annoyance. If she hadn’t been so tired, he probably would have kept teasing her even longer.  

She had been genuinely upset then, but after a nap, the irritation had vanished.  

Seeing Jiang Li’s smile, Tao Zhu knew she wasn’t truly angry—or if she had been, his words had already mollified her.  

Sure enough, Jiang Li said cheerfully, "Have the kitchen fetch a few live chickens. After I visit Sister and Old Man Su, I’ll make some chicken soup and bring it to the study."  

Tao Zhu acknowledged the order and left to relay it, then returned to accompany Jiang Li to the east wing.  

Jiang Li was still learning household management from Wei Huan—how to be a proper lady of the house. But this morning, she had overslept, and the thought of being late filled her with shame.  

Wei Huan, however, didn’t mind at all. She even teased her: "Winter is for sleeping in. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be curled up in bed. Come later tomorrow—that way, I can laze around a bit longer too."  

Her voice was warm, her smile gentle, but dark shadows lingered under her eyes. Frail by nature, her complexion was always paler than most, making the exhaustion even more pronounced.  

Jiang Li accepted the tea from Nanny Tong and couldn’t help asking, "Sister, did you not sleep well?"

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TPMCS(rebirth) 35 - From now on, this will be our home in Shengjing

The crowd outside the city gates grew thicker by the minute. The moment Xue Wu stepped down from his carriage, his gaze landed on Huo Jue standing nearby.  

The tall young man stood like a snow-laden pine in winter, his jade crown glinting against the falling snowflakes. Their eyes met briefly before sliding apart. Xue Wu called out to a nearby Imperial Guard with an easy smile, "Sun Yi, inform Madam Su at Yujing Tower to reserve the Wenying Pavilion for tonight's drinks."  

Sun Yi bowed in acknowledgment before disappearing into the city gates.  

After dismissing Sun Yi, Xue Wu personally oversaw Huo Jue's party's entry through the gates. As the commander of the Imperial Guards, the esteemed heir of the Duke of Dingguo, and a favored confidant of the Emperor, the guards dared not question him. They waved them through without even inspecting their travel documents.  

Jiang Li hadn’t expected such smooth entry. Many carriages ahead of them—some belonging to prominent noble families—were still stuck outside. Glancing out, she had seen several luxurious carriages among them, likely belonging to high-ranking officials in the capital.  

Yet while those influential families waited obediently, their party had been granted priority entry. It spoke volumes about Xue Wu’s standing in the capital.  

Unable to contain her curiosity, she turned to Tao Zhu. "Is the Duke’s heir... very powerful in the capital?"  

Tao Zhu gave her a surprised look. Of course her master was powerful—back in Suzhou, he had been nicknamed the "God of Slaughter" for his military prowess. Then, for reasons unknown, he had abruptly left Suzhou and joined the Imperial Guards in the capital, rising to the rank of commander in less than six years.  

In all of the capital, aside from the Emperor himself, there was no one Xue Wu feared.  

Nodding, Tao Zhu recounted some of his exploits, intending to impress upon Jiang Li the might of the Duke’s household. Instead, Jiang Li’s expression grew troubled.  

"A man like him must have many noblewomen vying for his hand. Is he betrothed? Surely his future wife will be from an equally prestigious family?"  

Her sister was Xue Wu’s concubine. While his influence meant he could protect Wei Huan, it also meant his future wife would be formidable. The thought of Wei Huan suffering pained Jiang Li.  

Tao Zhu knew little about such matters. Despite his easygoing demeanor, Xue Wu ruled his household with an iron fist. Servants dared not gossip about their masters’ private affairs.  

But seeing Jiang Li’s furrowed brow, Tao Zhu softened. "Don’t worry, Madam. The Duke treats Madam Wei very well. He would never allow his future wife to mistreat her."  

Jiang Li lowered her eyes.  

A concubine’s life was one of submission—serving both her lord and his wife. How could it ever be comfortable?  

To Jiang Li, Wei Huan was like the moon—serene and untouchable. Such a woman shouldn’t be forced to endure indignities.  

If Huo Jue could place highly in the imperial exams—perhaps even as the top scholar—Wei Huan might gain some standing in the Duke’s household. And if she ever wished to leave, she would have a distinguished brother to rely on.  

With this thought, Jiang Li clenched her fists in determination. Starting tomorrow, she would urge Huo Jue to study harder. He must secure the top honors.  

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Once inside the city, their carriage wound slowly through the streets. Half an hour later, it halted before a spacious courtyard residence on Yongfu Street.  

Stepping down, Jiang Li saw Huo Jue standing at the gate, staring silently at the plaque bearing the words "Huo Residence." His expression was as unreadable as ever, yet something about it tugged at her heart.  

She approached and took his hand, offering a bright smile. "This will be our home in the capital from now on."  

Huo Jue blinked, then after a pause, squeezed her hand gently. "I’ll buy you a bigger house someday."  

Jiang Li shook her head. "This one is perfect. Property in the capital is expensive—I’m more than happy with this."  

The courtyard was far grander than their home in Tong’an. Acquiring such a residence in the capital must have cost a fortune.  

Not wanting Huo Jue to worry about finances, she added, "If you really want a bigger house, we’ll save up together after I start earning."  

Huo Jue looked down at her, amused, and was about to agree when an irate voice erupted from inside.  

"What is the meaning of this, Duke’s household? Luring me to the capital only to imprison me here—is there no law left? Should I report this to the magistrate? Don’t think your rank makes you untouchable! This old man would sooner die than submit to such tyranny!"  

Startled, Jiang Li turned to Huo Jue, only to find him raising a brow before giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. He led her through the inner gate into the courtyard.  

An elderly man with a youthful complexion stood in the corridor, berating a guard. Spotting newcomers, he redirected his tirade—only to freeze mid-rant upon seeing Huo Jue’s face. His raised arm slowly lowered.  

When Wei Huan entered moments later, her veil removed, the old man’s anger melted into emotion.  

Jiang Li watched his reaction, realizing he must be someone connected to Huo Jue and Wei Huan.  

Sure enough, Wei Huan smiled and greeted him with a bow. "Master Fang, it’s been a long time."  

---  

Night fell, and the snow thickened.  

Inside the courtyard, Nanny Tong bustled about, directing maids and servants to unpack, clean, and prepare meals. Despite the flurry of activity, everything proceeded smoothly.  

The residence had four side chambers and a main hall. Jiang Li had intended to offer the main quarters to Wei Huan, but Nanny Tong insisted she and Huo Jue, as the household’s masters, should occupy them.  

Unable to refuse, Jiang Li had their belongings moved in.  

By the time everything was settled, exhaustion weighed heavily on her. After dinner and a bath, she curled up on a daybed with a book of poetry, intending to wait for Huo Jue. But weariness soon pulled her into sleep.  

Huo Jue entered to find her dozing. Lifting her gently, he carried her to bed and tucked her in.  

As he straightened, her fingers caught his sleeve.  

Her eyelids fluttered open slightly. "Did Master Fang stop threatening to leave?"  

"He’s calmed down."  

"Good." Her grip loosened as her eyes drifted shut. "Come to bed soon. I’m too tired to wait."  

Her drowsy murmur tugged at his heart. He kissed her cheek. "Rest. I have business to attend to tonight."  

Too sleepy to question him, she mumbled an acknowledgment and sank back into slumber.  

After ensuring she slept soundly, Huo Jue left for Yujing Tower.  

---  

Yujing Tower was one of the capital’s most renowned pleasure houses. Its madam, Su Yuniang, had once been the empire’s most celebrated courtesan, counting numerous high-ranking officials among her patrons.  

Though past her prime, her charm remained, and her managerial skills had only sharpened with time. Running such an establishment in the capital—especially on its busiest street—required powerful backing.  

Many assumed the tower’s patron was the Vice Premier Zhu Yucheng, who had long admired Su Yuniang. But Huo Jue knew the truth: Yujing Tower answered to the Duke of Dingguo in Suzhou.  

Its courtesans—particularly the most famous ones—all served the Duke’s household. The same was true for the capital’s top gambling dens, restaurants, and theaters.  

His adoptive father, the eunuch Zhao Baoying, had once told him, "Fools think the Duke holds no influence in the capital just because he’s stationed in Suzhou. Little do they know his eyes and ears are everywhere. If not for his loyalty, the Emperor’s throne would never have been so secure."  

It was only after entering the palace that Huo Jue learned the Duke’s household had secretly warned Qingzhou before the Wei and Huo families’ downfall—allowing him to escape.  

Recalling the Duke’s sigh of regret upon meeting him in the palace, Huo Jue climbed the steps of Yujing Tower.  

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Inside, Xue Wu idly twirled a folding fan, half-listening to the distant strains of a zither. Though his expression was pleasant, those who knew him recognized his foul mood.  

Su Yuniang poured him wine. "I heard the lady from Wushuang Courtyard has returned. Why the long face?"  

Xue Wu snapped his fan shut. "What does it matter if she’s back? She hasn’t returned to Wushuang Courtyard."  

Su Yuniang smiled. "If you wish it, you could bring her back anytime."  

He drained his cup. "She dislikes noise. Once the household quiets down after the New Year, I’ll fetch her. That temper of hers—if provoked, I’ll pay for it dearly."  

His reluctance stemmed partly from concern that Lady Wang’s presence would upset Wei Huan, but more so from knowing she wouldn’t leave her brother so soon after their reunion. Letting her stay at Yongfu Street for now was the wiser choice.  

Su Yuniang knew of the "cousin" recently installed in the Duke’s residence—handpicked by the Duchess as Xue Wu’s future bride. Though no betrothal had been formalized, the Duchess seemed determined to force the match.  

The "noise" Xue Wu referred to was undoubtedly this unwelcome guest.  

Their relationship allowed for candor. Refilling his cup, Su Yuniang teased, "If you were less handsome, you might have fewer troubles."  

Between his status and his looks, he had no shortage of admirers. Rumor had it his "cousin" had been infatuated with him since childhood—hardly someone who would leave willingly.  

Before Xue Wu could retort, a maid knocked. "Madam, the Duke’s guest has arrived."  

Su Yuniang’s demeanor shifted. Rising gracefully, she said, "I’ll fetch more wine."  

As she stepped into the corridor, a tall, slender figure ascended the stairs. When the lamplight fell upon his face, her breath caught.  

Moments ago, she had jested about Xue Wu’s devastating looks. This newcomer was every bit as striking—his refined features and noble bearing making him stand out even among the capital’s most handsome men.  

He couldn’t be older than twenty. Was he married?  

If not, and if any of the imperial princesses caught sight of him, they’d surely fight to claim him as their consort.

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TPMCS(rebirth) 34 - Entering Beijing

From that day onward, Jiang Li gained four new maids. Huo Jue had entrusted Su Yi and the others to Nanny Tong’s care, and it would likely take another month or two before they could formally serve her.  

Not just Jiang Li—Huo Jue also had a few new men working under him, running errands on his behalf. Jiang Li had seen them once, noting their steady presence and sharp eyes, clear signs of trained martial artists. Within days of their arrival, Huo Jue had already sent them away on some unknown task.  

Jiang Li wasn’t the least bit curious. She had never pried into Huo Jue’s affairs, and now was no different. Instead, she focused on the journey ahead, learning from Wei Huan how to be a capable and virtuous wife.  

They were nearing the capital, Yunyang City now behind them. Though heavy snow had delayed them by a couple of days, they still managed to arrive in Shengjing by the fifteenth of the twelfth month.  

That day, the city gates were crowded with travelers, and their carriage was stuck in a long line outside the walls. Jiang Li dozed off on the cushioned seat inside, only to wake later and find the carriage still unmoving. Blinking sleepily, she asked Peach Zhu what was happening.  

"There’s a fugitive in the city," the maid explained. "The Embroidered Uniform Guard is conducting a search."  

Jiang Li’s heart skipped a beat. She sat up quickly and lifted the curtain, confirming the sight of men in feiyu robes patrolling outside.  

"I should go stay with Sister!" she declared.  

Though their group was well-guarded—with over a dozen of the Duke of Dingguo’s personal escorts—and it was unlikely a fugitive would dare hide among them, Jiang Li still worried. Wei Huan’s health was fragile, and she wanted to be there to reassure her.  

But as she moved to step out, Peach Zhu caught her wrist. "No need to worry, Madam. The Duke is nearby—nothing will happen to Lady Wei."  

"The Duke?"  

Peach Zhu smiled. "The Duke is the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. With him here, we’ll likely be allowed in soon."  

Having served in Wushuang Courtyard for two years, Peach Zhu knew exactly how much the Duke valued Lady Wei. He wouldn’t let her stay frightened for long.  

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In the carriage ahead, Nanny Tong was saying something similar to Wei Huan.  

"My lady, the Duke is here. Should I go greet him?"  

"No need."  

Wei Huan had already heard the commotion outside—the uniformed voices calling out respectful greetings to the Commander. He was clearly busy, and she had no intention of troubling him.  

Besides, though few in the capital would recognize her face now, caution was still necessary. She wasn’t alone anymore—she had A Jue and A Li to think about. Any carelessness could bring disaster.  

Seeing her resolve, Nanny Tong sighed but said nothing more. She had hoped to remind the Duke that her lady still thought of him.  

The carriage fell silent, the faint scent of flowers drifting from the incense burner.  

After a moment, Wei Huan picked up an embroidered round fan, hiding most of her face behind it as she lifted the heavy curtain to peer outside.  

The road was packed with people, but Xue Wu was impossible to miss—tall and striking even in a crowd. Dressed in a dark official’s robe adorned with golden feiyu pattern, a phoenix belt around his waist, he stood listening to a subordinate with his usual lazy smirk, as if this were a leisurely outing rather than a manhunt.  

The moment she lifted the curtain, his head turned, his sharp gaze locking onto hers through the snow. Then, with a faint narrowing of his eyes, he unhooked his sword, tossed it to his deputy, and strode toward her carriage.  

Wei Huan let the curtain fall. Moments later, a knock sounded at the door.  

"Who is it?" Nanny Tong called.  

"It’s me."  

Recognizing the voice, Nanny Tong glanced at Wei Huan, then quickly opened the door with a smile. "My Lord."  

Xue Wu stepped inside without ceremony, immediately plucking the fan from Wei Huan’s hand and tilting her chin up with his fingers. "Hiding from me? Did your face get uglier?"  

His presence brought a rush of cold air, his fingers warm against her skin despite the chill clinging to his robes.  

Annoyed, Wei Huan swatted his wrist—not because he’d hurt her (he never did), but because of his infuriating nonchalance.  

Xue Wu studied her face, noting the faint flush of irritation on her usually pale cheeks, and finally released her with a smirk. "Good. Still as pretty as ever."  

This woman was delicate to a fault. Even after years of being pampered in Wushuang Courtyard—fed bird’s nest soups and ginseng tonics—she remained slender as a willow branch, as if a strong breeze might snap her in half.  

Wei Huan picked up a hand warmer, shooting him a sidelong glance. "Shouldn’t you be catching criminals instead of slacking off in my carriage?"  

Today, she wore a pale gree jacket, the high collar framing her elegant neck and lovely face. The way her misty eyes narrowed at him was downright mesmerizing.  

Xue Wu stretched out beside her, resting his head against the carriage wall. "Who was the one staring at me just now? I came over so you could look your fill."  

Wei Huan: "..."  

Amused by her speechlessness, Xue Wu chuckled—until he saw her temper rising again. Then, schooling his expression, he explained, "The fugitive never escaped. This was just a trap to catch his accomplices. They’re almost done. I’ll have you let in soon."  

Duty called, so Xue Wu prepared to leave. But before stepping out, he paused, his brow furrowing slightly.  

"I’ve arranged lodgings for you in the capital," he said. "You’ll stay with A Jue on Yongfu Street for now. After the New Year, I’ll bring you back to Wushuang Courtyard."  

Wei Huan nodded calmly, though her grip on the hand warmer tightened imperceptibly. Only after he had been gone for some time did she set the now-cooled brazier aside.  

When Nanny Tong returned, she brought sweet date pastries—golden, crisp, and coated in sugar and sesame, Wei Huan’s favorite. Xue Wu had apparently ordered them freshly made from a nearby vendor.  

But despite his thoughtfulness, Nanny Tong’s expression was troubled.  

Wei Huan finished half a pastry before wiping her lips and asking, "What’s wrong?"  

Nanny Tong hesitated, then finally spoke in a heavy voice: "The servants were saying… the Duke’s family has welcomed a young lady from the Yingzhou Wang Clan. A direct descendant. She’s here to finalize a marriage alliance with him."  

The Wangs of Yingzhou were an ancient, prestigious family—once second only to the Wei family before their fall. A match with the Xue family was only fitting.  

Seeing Nanny Tong’s distress, Wei Huan smiled gently. "If Xue Wu is to marry, then we’ll simply leave Wushuang Courtyard and live with A Jue and A Li. It might even be… a welcome change."  

Nanny Tong opened her mouth but swallowed her words.  

Perhaps it was for the best. With her brother’s protection, Wei Huan could live peacefully—with or without the Duke.  

Wei Huan picked up the remaining pastry, but the once-sweet filling now tasted bland. After forcing down a few more bites, she set it aside and leaned back, closing her eyes.  

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Author’s Note:

Historical note: Excavated artifacts and records describe feiyu robes as yellow or bright red, but I’ve always loved the cinematic black versions—so I took some creative liberty here!

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TPMCS(rebirth) 33 - How can I not be happy when I see Ali?

 Since childhood, Jiang Li had been thoroughly protected by her parents. After her father's passing, Yang Huiniang became even more sharp-tongued and unyielding, refusing to tolerate the slightest injustice.  

People often attributed Yang Huiniang's temperamental change to widowhood.  

But Jiang Li knew—her mother had become this way to shield her and Jiang Ling.  

Fortunately, the neighbors on Zhu Fu Street were all kind-hearted. Growing up, the only person who had ever taken advantage of her was Su Yao. Later, there was the incident when she fell into the water, but after her recovery, Xue Zhen had completely vanished from her life.  

In Jiang Li's eyes, most people in this world were good and trustworthy.  

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that someone who constantly made her laugh and cared for her so attentively would, in the blink of an eye, try to seduce her husband.  

She couldn't help but think—if Taobi hadn't been from the Duke of Dingguo's household but instead sent by Huo Jue and Wei Huan's enemies, if her intention hadn't been to climb into bed but to kill Huo Jue, then last night, Huo Jue might have been in grave danger.  

Jiang Li vaguely sensed that Huo Jue and Wei Huan's origins were something that couldn't be revealed to outsiders. If others found out, it might invite disaster.  

If someone sought to harm Huo Jue in the future and tried to use those close to her to do so, her tendency to trust too easily could very well be his downfall.  

Wei Huan, noticing the young woman's face alternating between red and pale, couldn't help but smile. She waved away the attendants, leaving only Nanny Tong in the room.  

"Sit down first, then tell me what you think you did wrong."  

Jiang Li took the floral tea Nanny Tong handed her, sipped it lightly, and then poured out her thoughts like scattered beans.  

Wei Huan hadn't expected Jiang Li, after circling around the issue, to ultimately blame herself for putting Huo Jue in an imaginary danger.  

The girl's unwavering loyalty to her younger brother was truly rare.  

"I'm glad you can see this, A Li. But you don't need to be too hard on yourself. Everyone makes mistakes—even A Jue and I have made plenty in the past," Wei Huan said gently, taking Jiang Li's hand. "If you don't mind, I can share some of the lessons I've learned the hard way, so you won't have to stumble down the same path."  

How could Jiang Li possibly mind? She shook her head like a rattle-drum. "Of course I don't mind! If you don't think I'm too slow-witted, I'd love to learn from you every day."  

Wei Huan and Nanny Tong, seeing Jiang Li's earlier dejection completely gone, couldn't help but smile.  

Jiang Li ended up staying with Wei Huan for a full hour.  

When she stepped out, Tao Zhu hurried forward to drape a cloak over her shoulders and handed her a freshly warmed hand-warmer. After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "You're such a kind mistress. It's Taobi who didn't know how to appreciate her fortune."  

Jiang Li didn't respond, only glanced at the snow falling heavier outside and said, "Come with me. I want to see Taobi."  

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Huo Jue had left before dawn, sending a fast horse with a letter to White Water Village. Afterward, he visited Su Shiqing's residence to confirm the old man's health was stable before dragging Zhao Qian out of bed to return with him.  

Zhao Qian trailed behind him, yawning and grumbling, "I'm telling you, Scholar Huo, it's perfectly normal for young women to have some stomach pain during their monthly cycle. A couple of doses of medicine will fix it—no need to make such a fuss."  

Huo Jue gave him a cool glance, and Zhao Qian's complaints instantly died in his throat.  

It was strange. He had never feared anyone in his life—except for Xue Wu, whom he followed willingly. But after spending a few months in Tong'an City and witnessing Huo Jue's methods firsthand, he had gained a second person to fear.  

Staring at Huo Jue's back, Zhao Qian muttered to himself, This man looks righteous and noble, but he's actually ruthless—black-hearted through and through. I almost feel sorry for that little wife of his.

Grumbling aside, once they arrived, he dutifully took Jiang Li's pulse, administered acupuncture, prescribed medicine, and even personally brewed the decoction before leaving.  

Jiang Li felt rather embarrassed that a minor stomachache had caused such a commotion.  

She had caught a chill the night before, and the pain had been so severe that even a hot water bottle couldn't soothe it. Fortunately, Huo Jue had kept his hands pressed against her abdomen the entire time. His palms were so warm, the heat seemed to seep straight into her core, quickly easing much of the discomfort.  

After a peaceful half-night's sleep, the pain had mostly subsided by morning. Yet, to her surprise, he had gone to fetch Dr. Zhao at the crack of dawn.  

"You didn't have to do this. It was just a little pain," Jiang Li murmured, nestling into Huo Jue's arms after finishing the bitter medicine, her eyes half-lidded.  

Huo Jue popped a candied fruit into her mouth and said softly, "We'll be traveling again tomorrow. Taking a few extra doses today will make the journey easier."  

Jiang Li chewed on the sweet apricot preserve, her lips curling into an unconscious smile.  

He treated her so well. Since their marriage, every day had felt like being soaked in honey.  

No wonder Taobi, having witnessed his kindness, had gotten ideas.  

At the thought of Taobi, Jiang Li sighed again.  

Earlier, after leaving Wei Huan's quarters, she had allowed Taobi to return to her room to rest. Having knelt in the snow for over an hour, Taobi would undoubtedly be ill for days.  

Between sobs, Taobi had kowtowed to her, admitting her wrongdoing and thanking her for sparing her life.  

In all the time Jiang Li had spent with Taobi, this was the first time she had seen such genuine gratitude from her.  

She had always treated Taobi and Tao Zhu with kindness, never regarding them as mere maids but more like friends.  

Yet Taobi had never thanked her like this before.  

Wei Huan had told her that the art of managing people involved three things: luring them with benefits, deterring them with punishment, and moving them with kindness.  

For most people in this world, none of these alone was sufficient. Only when all three were employed could someone truly be made to serve you wholeheartedly.  

In Taobi, Jiang Li had finally seen the effects of balancing kindness with authority.  

After this incident, Taobi would certainly never dare to entertain thoughts about Huo Jue again. But Jiang Li had no intention of keeping her.  

With this in mind, she propped herself up slightly and turned to look at Huo Jue. "I've sent Taobi back to Nanny Tong. She said that once we reach the capital, Taobi will return to Wushuang Courtyard."  

"You can decide such matters," Huo Jue said, shifting her so she sat facing him. "She's from the Duke's household—it's only right to send her back. Once we reach Yunyang City, I'll arrange for new attendants to serve you."  

Jiang Li nodded obediently, studying him for a moment before suddenly breaking into a bright smile. With utmost sincerity, she said, "Huo Jue, I will become a good wife to you."  

Outside the window, snow swirled wildly in the wind, rattling the lattice panes.  

Though it was the dead of winter, Huo Jue felt as though the room were as warm as spring—and all the most beautiful spring light in the world was pooled in Jiang Li's glistening eyes.  

He had never been able to resist her.  

Even the strongest self-control crumbled under her soft, sweet voice. His darkened gaze dropped to her rosy lips. Cradling the back of her head, he leaned down and kissed her.  

Jiang Li tilted her head to meet his ardor, feeling the heat of his body stirring. For once, she cast aside her usual shyness and boldly reached for him.  

She had thought it through.  

Whether it was her monthly cycle or the days during pregnancy when intimacy was forbidden, she refused to push him toward another woman. If necessary, she could always find... alternative methods.  

No sooner had this thought crossed her mind than she acted on it.  

But the moment her fingers brushed his belt, he caught her wrist. Blushing furiously, Jiang Li murmured, "Huo Jue, I can use my hands—"  

Before she could finish, her lips were sealed again in a searing kiss.  

Yet he still held her wrist firmly. After a long moment, Huo Jue finally released her, pulling her tightly against his chest. His voice was hoarse as he said, "You don't need to, A Li."  

She never had to please him—she didn't need to, and he couldn't bear the thought.  

In this lifetime, it was his role to cherish her.  

---  

In the days that followed, Jiang Li rode in Wei Huan's carriage, only joining Huo Jue in their own carriage when he wasn't on horseback.  

Traveling at this pace, they finally arrived in Yunyang City by the twelfth month.  

Yunyang City wasn't far from the capital—about seven or eight days' journey. The city was named after Mount Yunyang in its outskirts, which bordered the infamous White Water Village, a place feared by all traveling merchants.  

Jiang Li had heard of White Water Village before. It was said that the bandits there were so fierce they could hold off an army single-handedly—even the imperial troops couldn't subdue them.  

At first, Jiang Li had been slightly uneasy. But as the journey progressed, neither Huo Jue, Wei Huan, nor Nanny Tong seemed the least bit concerned about the bandits, so she gradually stopped worrying.  

On their first night in Yunyang City, Huo Jue said he needed to meet an old friend and didn't return until the next morning.  

When Jiang Li woke, Tao Zhu informed her that the young master had come back.  

Stepping outside, she saw that Huo Jue hadn't returned alone—behind him stood a tall, imposing man and four delicate young women.  

The man had a long scar running down his face, but his refined features made it seem less intimidating.  

Spotting Jiang Li, the man strode forward and dropped to one knee, bowing deeply. "Shen Ting pays his respects to Madam."  

Jiang Li was startled by the gesture but kept her composure, smiling as she urged him to rise.  

After Shen Ting stood, the four women behind him also knelt in unison.  

"From now on, these four will serve as your attendants," Shen Ting said respectfully, cupping his hands. "Please bestow names upon them, Madam."  

Jiang Li shook her head. "There's no need. They can keep their original names."  

The moment she spoke, one of the women—a girl with twin buns in her hair—immediately looked up pleadingly. "Oh no, Madam! My mother always called me Erya. I've been waiting forever for a proper name!"  

Shen Ting's temple twitched. "Erya!" he scolded sharply.  

Erya promptly clamped her mouth shut but stuck her tongue out at Jiang Li when Shen Ting wasn't looking.  

Jiang Li couldn't help but laugh. After a moment's thought, she said, "Then let it be Suyi, Su Cong, Yun Zhu, and Yun Xiu."  

The names flowed effortlessly from her lips, and only after speaking did she pause in realization.  

Her gaze instinctively flew to Huo Jue—and found him already looking at her, his deep eyes brimming with amusement.  

Her ears burned.  

Suddenly, she remembered the other night when Huo Jue had recited The Book of Songs to her in bed.  

The verse had originally read, "Plain robe with crimson collar, I follow you to the marsh. Having seen my lord, how can I not be glad?" Yet he had insistently changed it to "Having seen A Li, how can I not be glad?"—pinning her beneath him and repeating it over and over before finally relenting.  

He must have recited it so many times that she had unconsciously drawn from it to name the maids.  

Now, every time she called their names, she would remember how Huo Jue had whispered "Having seen A Li, how can I not be glad?" against her ear.

---

Author's Note:

The verse referenced is from The Book of Songs, "Yang Zhi Shui":  

"Plain robe with crimson collar, I follow you to the marsh. Having seen my lord, how can I not be glad? Plain robe with crimson embroidery, I follow you to the lake. Having seen my lord, why should I grieve?" 

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TPMCS(rebirth) 32 -Do you know that you will hurt her by doing this?

 The moment Tao Bi's voice faded, a chair scraped violently in the side chamber, followed by slow, deliberate footsteps approaching.  

Tao Bi scrambled up in panic, bolting into the blizzard like a headless fly, as if demons chased at her heels.  

Tao Zhu, who shared a room with her, had already been asleep when the door crashed open, jolting her upright in fright. In the darkness, Tao Bi's trembling hands shut the door before she whispered, "Tao Zhu... I'm going to die."  

Tao Zhu's eyelids twitched as realization struck. She hurriedly lit a lamp, and when she saw Tao Bi's scandalously thin attire, she knew exactly what the girl had attempted. Fury blazed in her chest.  

"What? Did you hit a wall? Did you finally realize the young master has no interest in your cheap tricks?" Tao Zhu spat. "Sneaking behind our mistress to seduce her man—if you die, it's no less than you deserve!"  

Tao Bi stood listlessly, legs shaking like reeds, her mind still haunted by the way Huo Jue had looked at her—devoid of warmth, edged with quiet lethality.  

She hadn’t even gotten close enough to disrobe before her shoulder suddenly seized with pain, freezing her in place. The room was brightly lit, yet the man seemed shrouded in impenetrable darkness, untouched by the light.  

He sat in an armchair, watching her in silence before finally rising and stepping closer.  

"She trusts you."

"Do you know what you’re doing would hurt her?"

His voice was soft, betraying no emotion, his devastatingly handsome face blank. Yet Tao Bi felt terror slither down her spine.  

This was not the gentle, attentive man she had seen doting on their mistress. This was someone else—eyes dead and unreadable, as if he had emerged from the deepest abyss.  

Huo Jue stopped two paces away. Tao Bi’s peripheral vision caught the elegant fingers curled around a brush, his thumb absently stroking the soft bristles.  

Before she could wonder why he held it, the polished tip pressed lightly against her neck.  

Her blood turned to ice. Air thinned. Her face flushed, then purpled, her pretty features twisting in silent pleading.  

But the man before her showed no mercy. His dark eyes remained indifferent.  

Seconds stretched.  

Just as she thought death would claim her, he withdrew. The brush clattered into a corner.  

Tao Bi collapsed, knees hitting the floor.  

Huo Jue gazed down at her crumpled form. "Those who hurt her deserve death. Be grateful you haven’t... yet."

"Now take your things and get out."

---  

The woman who had fled wore nothing but gauze, her intentions unmistakable.  

In the corridor, Jiang Li stood frozen until Huo Jue swept her into his arms and carried her inside.  

The side chamber’s lamps burned bright. Jiang Li blinked against the glare, only to find herself seated across his lap, face-to-face.  

He cradled her icy hands, breathing warmth into them. "Couldn’t sleep?"

A shiver ran through her. "...No."

The young woman in his arms was swathed in silken black hair, her delicate face pale from cold, lashes casting faint shadows. Her thoughts were always transparent.  

Huo Jue studied her before tilting her chin up. "I didn’t touch her. Not even her sleeve."

Jiang Li’s lashes fluttered. "I know." 

Both their clothes had been undisturbed. More than that—she trusted him.  

She wasn’t foolish, just tenderhearted and quick to believe. Recalling Tao Bi’s words that morning and the scene she’d just witnessed, the pieces clicked.  

"Am I stupid?" She buried her face in his shoulder, breath warm against his neck like a spring breeze.  

The usually aloof man’s eyes darkened. "No. You just don’t yet know how ugly people can be. Many wear masks. Trust shouldn’t be given lightly." 

At his words, Jiang Li’s heart stuttered. Unbidden, she recalled the glimpse she’d caught earlier—Huo Jue lounging in his chair, pristine in white silk, yet his darkened gaze had been unsettling.  

For a fleeting moment, he’d felt like a stranger.  

She leaned back, studying him with unconscious scrutiny.  

His fingers traced her throat. "What are you thinking?"

Jiang Li exhaled, dismissing the odd thought. Instead, she looped her arms around his neck and nestled closer. "I was thinking... we shouldn’t sleep apart anymore."

---  

The next morning, Jiang Li rose later than usual. Tao Zhu arrived to help her dress, but Tao Bi was nowhere to be seen.  

"Where’s Tao Bi?"

Tao Zhu wrung out a warm cloth for her face before applying scented cream. "Kneeling outside in the snow."

She sighed inwardly. It was hard to say whether Tao Bi was lucky or not.  

By rights, a maid caught climbing into her mistress’s husband’s bed should have been flogged and sold off. Yet Jiang Li, softhearted, hadn’t demanded harsh punishment.  

But luck? Hardly.  

Young Master Huo was ruthless. Even Madam Wei and Nanny Tong weren’t easily deceived.  

Tao Zhu had pleaded with Tao Bi last night—beg her mistress for mercy at dawn. If Jiang Li interceded, even Huo Jue and Madam Wei might relent.  

But Jiang Li had slept late. Before Tao Bi could appeal, Nanny Tong had sent her into the storm.  

Now, Tao Zhu could only pray her friend survived until Jiang Li spoke up.  

Jiang Li asked no further questions. After breakfast, she donned a crimson cloak, tucked a hand warmer into her sleeve, and headed for Wei Huan’s courtyard.  

In the covered walkway, a figure knelt in the snow.  

Tao Bi still wore yesterday’s flimsy gown. The storm had worsened overnight, burying her peach-colored silks under white. A delicate flower battered by the wind.  

Jiang Li walked past without glancing down—but when Tao Bi swayed, her lips pressed tight.  

She gripped her hand warmer and quickened her steps.  

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Wei Huan sat by a heated divan, adjusting incense in a boshan burner with silver tongs. When Lian Qi announced Jiang Li’s arrival, she set them aside and called for floral tea.  

She’d learned of last night’s incident at dawn.  

Since Tao Bi belonged to the Duke’s household, neither Huo Jue nor Jiang Li could punish her directly. The task fell to Wei Huan.  

Normally, she wouldn’t interfere with Xue Wu’s people—but this, she couldn’t overlook.  

Tao Bi had served impeccably in the Wushuang Courtyard. Yet the moment she was assigned to Jiang Li, she’d dared something unthinkable.  

She wouldn’t have tried this with Xue Wu. She’d targeted Huo Jue because she thought Jiang Li weak and him insignificant.  

Wei Huan had considered sending her back to the Duke for punishment—but then realized this was an opportunity. Jiang Li needed to learn how to command loyalty and manage a household.  

Once Huo Jue entered officialdom, storms would follow. Jiang Li couldn’t afford to remain naive. If a mere maid could deceive her now, how would she survive the capital’s viper pit?  

Decision made, Wei Huan straightened as Jiang Li entered—only for the younger woman to bow deeply.  

"Elder Sister, I was wrong yesterday."

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