Love like the Galaxy - V1C14
Author and Editor's Notes
1- Transmigration, Sickness and Recovery
2- Survival
3- Sick again, Gossips and Jealousy
4- Family Reunion
5- Awkward Meeting
6- Drama Spirit
7- Crocodile tears
8- Mother and Son
9- Family Banquet
10- Good News!
11- Mother and Daughter
12- Enough is Enough
13- Madam Xiao's unfairness
14- Siblings' reunion and a moment of reflection
15- Third Uncle and Madam Sang
Chapter 14
Siblings' reunion and a moment of reflection
About ten days before New Year's Day, General Wan and the four Cheng sons arrived at the Capital City with a large baggage train. After distributing the goods between the two families, the Cheng household reclaimed nearly eighty large carts of chests. Shao Shang suddenly realized: no wonder they needed four sons and their private army to escort the convoy.
Eldest brother Cheng Yong[1] recalls that filial son Wan was moved to tears when he saw the city gates and cried out, "Mother, I'm coming!" Without saying goodbye to others, he hurried his carriage toward his new home as swiftly as the wind. As the eldest son of the Cheng family, Cheng Yong had the duty to first escort the Wan family's belongings before heading back home.
"We've kept Grandmother waiting for too long," said Cheng Yong, who had a calm demeanor, a broad forehead, and greatly resembled Cheng Shi. He was almost eighteen years old.
"Not at all! Not at all!" Old Madam was so overjoyed that she became incoherent.
According to Second Brother, Cheng Song, they were among the last group of military officers heading back to the Capital City to report. Some people gave them sideways looks and were ready to criticize, but as soon as General Wan heard the rumors, he found them. In front of the critics, he grabbed his leg and lamented, "Ah, my leg, my leg, my poor unfortunate leg..." His loud voice echoed three miles across the camp — Cheng Song copied it perfectly, making everyone laugh. Even Madam Xiao couldn't avoid smiling, and Old Madam laughed so hard her teeth showed[2].
"Was General Wan's leg really that badly injured?" Second Uncle Cheng Cheng asked doubtfully.
“The tendons were injured. He can walk, play cuju, or ride slowly, but he can't gallop on horseback. Riding at high speed in battle requires a firm grip on the horse's sides with both legs.”
Cheng Cheng seized the key point: "He can play cuju but can't ride fast?" Cheng Shi glared at his second son, while Madam Xiao shook her head with a wry smile.
Realizing his mistake, Cheng Song quickly corrected himself sincerely: "He was just participating casually, moving slowly. But..." He then lowered his voice and told Cheng Shi and Madam Xiao, "Earlier, Uncle Wan was so overwhelmed with emotion that he nearly mounted his horse right in front of all the soldiers and officers at the city gate. Fortunately, I promptly called for the Wan family's light carriage."
Cheng Shi gave a respectful ‘hum’ and told Madam Xiao, "Later, we should discuss this with the old madam." Madam Xiao nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, young Cheng Shu, who was around school age, angrily slapped the table and said, "Second brother is terrible! I was still in that carriage! He just yanked me out and threw me backward—if Third Brother hadn't caught me, I would have fallen and knocked out a few teeth! How am I supposed to eat now?!"
Cheng Song pointed at him and laughed. "As if you wouldn't lose teeth if I didn't throw you! Did I knock out those two teeth on your left side?!" Cheng Shu, currently in the middle of losing his baby teeth, immediately covered his mouth. His chubby face flushed red with anger, and he looked ready to hurl his chopsticks like a hidden weapon to stab two holes in his brother!
The whole room erupted in laughter, with Second Uncle Cheng Cheng even tumbling onto the table from amusement. Old Madam was so amused that she dropped her chopsticks and embraced little Cheng Shu, whom she hadn’t seen since he was born, being the only one of Cheng Shi's children born away from home. Upon finally meeting him, she showered him with kisses and hugs, calling him her "precious darling" and insisting he sit beside her during meals. Meanwhile, her grandson Ou Er, two years younger than her other grandson Shu Er should have been closer to her. However, Madam Ge, who struggled to conceive, fiercely protected her youngest son as if behind a glass barrier, panicking if anyone else touched him and crying for hours if he went outside for fresh air. As a result, Cheng Ou became spoiled and petty, which Old Madam disliked. How could he compare to Cheng Shu, who is strong, easygoing, and lively?
Thus, Old Madam silently justified herself: she wasn’t avoiding conflict with Madam Xiao out of fear of her eldest son, but for the sake of these grandchildren. After all, her child-rearing skills were still commendable.
The main hall, rarely used by the Wan family or the previous Cheng household, was now lively with chatter and laughter, reflecting a vibrant family atmosphere. Thick animal-fat candles, each over a foot long, hung on the walls, their flames flickering brightly. After three rounds of drinks, everyone—except young Cheng Ou, who had retired early—gathered around a larger, lacquered table, piled high with more delicious dishes and wine than usual. This scene was much warmer and more convivial compared to the family banquet with the Dong family, where everyone sat separately in two rows.
Shao Shang lowered her head to examine the black-lacquered table, featuring straight, upturned edges and a rim adorned with striking vermilion patterns of exaggerated, eerie beasts. Suddenly noticing someone’s gaze, she looked up to her right and saw a fair, delicate-looking youth stealing glances at her.
“Shao Gong, why are you so quiet today?” Madam Xiao asked with a smile. Shao Gong replied familiarly, “Mother, I was just looking at our little sister. We’re twins, so why does Shao Shang look nothing like me?”
Madam Xiao’s smile tensed a bit. Cheng Song quickly added, “When we first saw Niao Niao, we were genuinely surprised. She’s more beautiful than all of us brothers put together. After so many years, your older brothers have brought you many tasty treats and fun toys.”
Shaoshang noticed Madam Xiao’s discomfort and smirked inwardly before straightening her posture and saying solemnly, “Lately, Mother has been instructing me daily to focus on reading and writing, not idle play. I’m afraid the gifts my brothers brought won’t be of much use to me.”
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yong chuckled and said, “Don’t worry about your Second Brother, he only cares about fun and games. I’ve brought you many fine calligraphy samples and writing supplies, including a pine-scented ink.” Cheng Shao Gong quickly interrupted, smiling, “That ink is a treasure! Eldest Brother got it as a gift when he became a mentor years ago. He’s kept it hidden all this time. He wouldn’t even let me touch it!” Cheng Shu then countered him: “Third brother, ‘touch’? If Eldest Brother hadn’t kept a close watch, you’d have stolen it long ago!”
Second Uncle Cheng had just taken a sip of wine when he nearly spat it out. Amidst the loud laughter, Cheng Shao Gong glared and responded, “You little brat, where’s your conscience?! If I had known you would behave like this today, I wouldn’t have caught you and let you fall face-first into the mud!” He then turned around and added, "Shao Shang, don’t listen to Cheng Shu. If I had received it, I would have saved it for you!”
Although the four brothers had different temperaments, their gazes were all filled with eager affection. Shao Shang’s heart warmed. Putting aside her ironic attitude, she thanked them sincerely and cheerfully added, “Actually, I’ve always enjoyed playing. I hope my brothers won’t mind if I cause a bit of trouble in the future.”
The girl’s striking appearance, combined with her sincere tone and clear eyes, made her words twice as impactful. As expected, everyone from Cheng Shi to Cheng Shu laughed gladly, pleased. They all thought this younger sister (or elder sister, in Cheng Shu’s case) was as delicate as a porcelain doll — so tiny, with a voice more pleasing than others’. The attentive little Cheng Shu kindly added, "Elder Sister, don’t worry. No matter how much trouble you cause, you can’t surpass me. If you don’t believe it, ask Father." Next to him, Old Madam almost blurted out, "My dear grandson, they are mistaken. You’re not a troublemaker!" But before she could speak, Yong, Song, and Shao Gong nodded together. Shao Gong even softly complained, "Father is the same. Every time he punishes Shu Er, he includes us three in the punishment. After the beating, he lectures us on brotherly harmony! How can we be harmonious when we’re practically itching to strangle Shu Er?!"
Madam Xiao finally lost her composure and burst into laughter against Cheng Shi's shoulder, who almost spat out his wine. Old Madam laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face, clutching Cheng Shu and nearly gasping for breath. The rest of the group was just as amused, with some doubled over and others sprawled in laughter.
Shao Shang was still chuckling when she sensed a movement near her skirt. She looked down to see a plate of candied fruits being quietly pushed toward her knees. Turning her head, she made eye contact with her smiling twin brother, Shao Gong.
Seizing the moment of loud general laughter, he subtly pushed a plate toward her from beneath his wide sleeve. When she saw her empty plate, Shao Shang realized he had saved some for her, knowing she loved them. She eagerly grabbed a large piece of candied fruit, ate it, and grinned at him with cheeks puffed out, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Shao Gong was moved by this, sensing that a sister can be far more remarkable than a brother.
The exchange went unnoticed by the others, but Yang Yang, seated across from them, saw it clearly. A pang of envy struck her, and her thoughts drifted to her cousins from the Ge family, who had doted on her since childhood. Meanwhile, Shao Shang had only just begun to experience such affection today. Her heart softened with pity for her younger cousin.
Cheng Yong, ever attentive, noticed Yang Yang’s distant gaze and quickly regained his composure. "Ah, we almost forgot—Yang Yang, we didn’t realize you'd returned, so we weren’t prepared. Still, you’ve already gifted us handmade shoes, socks, and congratulatory letters. We, your brothers, feel genuinely ashamed. We’ll make it up to you soon with something special."
Yang Yang quickly refocused, waving her hands awkwardly. "No, no, it’s nothing! Just a small gesture. No need for you to trouble yourselves." Madam Xiao observed the scene with satisfaction.
After a few more drinks, Second Uncle Cheng, unable to handle his liquor, was the first to slump over the table. Madam Xiao urged everyone to end the feast. "We can’t all be hungover today. Third Brother will arrive soon, and we’ll have a big family gathering then." When she mentioned her beloved youngest son, Old Madam reluctantly put down her wine cup and let Old Hu Ao escort her to rest. Yang Yang quickly told the maids to half-carry and half-drag her father away.
Madam Xiao then assisted the slightly intoxicated Cheng Shi in leaving through the side corridor. Shao Shang intended to follow, but she suddenly sensed something in her sleeve and paused, glancing back at her brothers. Cheng Shu, having drunk a bit of wine from Old Madam, was unsteady on his feet. Qing Cong, feeling the boy’s flushed cheeks, scolded the servants for not bringing sobering soup to each room. A Yong quickly picked up his youngest brother and signaled to the others to return to their quarters.
"Elder Brothers, please wait a moment."Shao Shang hurried forward a few steps and pulled out a string of insects woven from hemp thread from her sleeve—small grasshoppers, little mantises, and tiny bats... The craftsmanship wasn’t particularly refined; it was clearly the work of a beginner. She tucked them into the drowsy Shu Er’s arms, with an embarrassed expression she hadn’t shown since getting into a prestigious high school in her past life, and said, “I don’t know many characters, nor am I skilled in embroidery. I only just learned this in the countryside. Once I’ve improved, I’ll make better ones for my elder brothers.”
Hearing this, Cheng Song and Shao Gong felt both heartache and sorrow, immediately responding with reassurances like “No need, no need,” “Take your time, no rush,” “We’re family, no need for formalities,” and “Don’t overwork yourself, your health matters most.”
Although Cheng Yong remained silent as he observed his much shorter, childlike little sister, he felt an instinctive paternal warmth and a strong desire to protect her. Gently releasing one hand, he patted the small, rounded bun on Shao Shang’s head, smiled softly, and then left quietly.
Shao Shang bowed to say farewell, her gentle smile lasting all the way back to her quarters. Lian Fang, as she took off her hair ornaments, cheerfully commented, “Young Lady looks particularly happy today.”
Shao Shang smiled happily. “How could I not be pleased to see my brothers?” She looked sideways at Nanny Zhu, who was warming her bed with a charcoal heater, and said, “Nanny Zhu, my brothers have been so kind to me.” Nanny Zhu straightened up and responded with a smile, “Indeed.”
In her past life, she faced early bullying in her narrow-minded village during kindergarten because of her parents' divorce. She developed tough skin and decided early on that she alone would care for herself and her parents. After the divorce, she was sent to live with her single uncle's mother, who provided her with food, shelter, and clothes. Her uncle was kind to her, but because he was raised in the Chinese tradition in which men and women do not mingle, he lacked understanding of how to raise a young child.
Due to their separation, her family exchanged only harsh words, and she observed this until she stopped caring entirely. If no one was willing to care for her, she thought, she might as well divorce them, too. When she received a scholarship and moved to the city for university, she kept her past hidden, focusing on building a new life and earning her degree; friends were secondary. Of course, as a young girl, she dreamt of having a boyfriend—she wasn't as beautiful back then, maybe cute, but not beautiful—but she was too focused on her grades, plus, she saw what all her roommates went through with their boyfriends. No thanks!
Although she had much to learn in this new era, she found her new ‘family’ easier to handle. She had moved into the body of a young noble and would enjoy the privileges that came with it. Because she did not remember the past ten years, she felt no mistreatment from that time. She had died in her previous life and was truly grateful for this second chance. She wouldn’t let anyone ruin this for her.
As she settled into the rhythm of her new family, a deepening understanding of the intricate dynamics and diverse personalities began to unfold before her. The family banquet had been truly enlightening, a vibrant tapestry of laughter, stories, and shared memories that illuminated the bonds they shared. Today’s siblings' reunion echoed that warmth, brimming with playful banter and affectionate teasing.
Her father was particularly caring, showering her with kindness that felt both comforting and foreign. It seemed her brothers were following suit, eager to include her. Yet, amidst the familial warmth, her mother stood apart—a stark contrast to the rest.
She arrived in this new world just under three months ago, reunited with her family less than two weeks. Since then, a lot had happened, and she felt quite proud of her acting skills. Although she started to care for a few people here, like her father and her maids, she found it challenging to like others, especially her ‘mother,’ who clearly favored Yang Yang. It did not take her long to notice the obvious.
Eldest brother Cheng Yong[1] recalls that filial son Wan was moved to tears when he saw the city gates and cried out, "Mother, I'm coming!" Without saying goodbye to others, he hurried his carriage toward his new home as swiftly as the wind. As the eldest son of the Cheng family, Cheng Yong had the duty to first escort the Wan family's belongings before heading back home.
"We've kept Grandmother waiting for too long," said Cheng Yong, who had a calm demeanor, a broad forehead, and greatly resembled Cheng Shi. He was almost eighteen years old.
"Not at all! Not at all!" Old Madam was so overjoyed that she became incoherent.
According to Second Brother, Cheng Song, they were among the last group of military officers heading back to the Capital City to report. Some people gave them sideways looks and were ready to criticize, but as soon as General Wan heard the rumors, he found them. In front of the critics, he grabbed his leg and lamented, "Ah, my leg, my leg, my poor unfortunate leg..." His loud voice echoed three miles across the camp — Cheng Song copied it perfectly, making everyone laugh. Even Madam Xiao couldn't avoid smiling, and Old Madam laughed so hard her teeth showed[2].
"Was General Wan's leg really that badly injured?" Second Uncle Cheng Cheng asked doubtfully.
“The tendons were injured. He can walk, play cuju, or ride slowly, but he can't gallop on horseback. Riding at high speed in battle requires a firm grip on the horse's sides with both legs.”
Cheng Cheng seized the key point: "He can play cuju but can't ride fast?" Cheng Shi glared at his second son, while Madam Xiao shook her head with a wry smile.
Realizing his mistake, Cheng Song quickly corrected himself sincerely: "He was just participating casually, moving slowly. But..." He then lowered his voice and told Cheng Shi and Madam Xiao, "Earlier, Uncle Wan was so overwhelmed with emotion that he nearly mounted his horse right in front of all the soldiers and officers at the city gate. Fortunately, I promptly called for the Wan family's light carriage."
Cheng Shi gave a respectful ‘hum’ and told Madam Xiao, "Later, we should discuss this with the old madam." Madam Xiao nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, young Cheng Shu, who was around school age, angrily slapped the table and said, "Second brother is terrible! I was still in that carriage! He just yanked me out and threw me backward—if Third Brother hadn't caught me, I would have fallen and knocked out a few teeth! How am I supposed to eat now?!"
Cheng Song pointed at him and laughed. "As if you wouldn't lose teeth if I didn't throw you! Did I knock out those two teeth on your left side?!" Cheng Shu, currently in the middle of losing his baby teeth, immediately covered his mouth. His chubby face flushed red with anger, and he looked ready to hurl his chopsticks like a hidden weapon to stab two holes in his brother!
The whole room erupted in laughter, with Second Uncle Cheng Cheng even tumbling onto the table from amusement. Old Madam was so amused that she dropped her chopsticks and embraced little Cheng Shu, whom she hadn’t seen since he was born, being the only one of Cheng Shi's children born away from home. Upon finally meeting him, she showered him with kisses and hugs, calling him her "precious darling" and insisting he sit beside her during meals. Meanwhile, her grandson Ou Er, two years younger than her other grandson Shu Er should have been closer to her. However, Madam Ge, who struggled to conceive, fiercely protected her youngest son as if behind a glass barrier, panicking if anyone else touched him and crying for hours if he went outside for fresh air. As a result, Cheng Ou became spoiled and petty, which Old Madam disliked. How could he compare to Cheng Shu, who is strong, easygoing, and lively?
Thus, Old Madam silently justified herself: she wasn’t avoiding conflict with Madam Xiao out of fear of her eldest son, but for the sake of these grandchildren. After all, her child-rearing skills were still commendable.
The main hall, rarely used by the Wan family or the previous Cheng household, was now lively with chatter and laughter, reflecting a vibrant family atmosphere. Thick animal-fat candles, each over a foot long, hung on the walls, their flames flickering brightly. After three rounds of drinks, everyone—except young Cheng Ou, who had retired early—gathered around a larger, lacquered table, piled high with more delicious dishes and wine than usual. This scene was much warmer and more convivial compared to the family banquet with the Dong family, where everyone sat separately in two rows.
Shao Shang lowered her head to examine the black-lacquered table, featuring straight, upturned edges and a rim adorned with striking vermilion patterns of exaggerated, eerie beasts. Suddenly noticing someone’s gaze, she looked up to her right and saw a fair, delicate-looking youth stealing glances at her.
“Shao Gong, why are you so quiet today?” Madam Xiao asked with a smile. Shao Gong replied familiarly, “Mother, I was just looking at our little sister. We’re twins, so why does Shao Shang look nothing like me?”
Madam Xiao’s smile tensed a bit. Cheng Song quickly added, “When we first saw Niao Niao, we were genuinely surprised. She’s more beautiful than all of us brothers put together. After so many years, your older brothers have brought you many tasty treats and fun toys.”
Shaoshang noticed Madam Xiao’s discomfort and smirked inwardly before straightening her posture and saying solemnly, “Lately, Mother has been instructing me daily to focus on reading and writing, not idle play. I’m afraid the gifts my brothers brought won’t be of much use to me.”
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yong chuckled and said, “Don’t worry about your Second Brother, he only cares about fun and games. I’ve brought you many fine calligraphy samples and writing supplies, including a pine-scented ink.” Cheng Shao Gong quickly interrupted, smiling, “That ink is a treasure! Eldest Brother got it as a gift when he became a mentor years ago. He’s kept it hidden all this time. He wouldn’t even let me touch it!” Cheng Shu then countered him: “Third brother, ‘touch’? If Eldest Brother hadn’t kept a close watch, you’d have stolen it long ago!”
Second Uncle Cheng had just taken a sip of wine when he nearly spat it out. Amidst the loud laughter, Cheng Shao Gong glared and responded, “You little brat, where’s your conscience?! If I had known you would behave like this today, I wouldn’t have caught you and let you fall face-first into the mud!” He then turned around and added, "Shao Shang, don’t listen to Cheng Shu. If I had received it, I would have saved it for you!”
Although the four brothers had different temperaments, their gazes were all filled with eager affection. Shao Shang’s heart warmed. Putting aside her ironic attitude, she thanked them sincerely and cheerfully added, “Actually, I’ve always enjoyed playing. I hope my brothers won’t mind if I cause a bit of trouble in the future.”
The girl’s striking appearance, combined with her sincere tone and clear eyes, made her words twice as impactful. As expected, everyone from Cheng Shi to Cheng Shu laughed gladly, pleased. They all thought this younger sister (or elder sister, in Cheng Shu’s case) was as delicate as a porcelain doll — so tiny, with a voice more pleasing than others’. The attentive little Cheng Shu kindly added, "Elder Sister, don’t worry. No matter how much trouble you cause, you can’t surpass me. If you don’t believe it, ask Father." Next to him, Old Madam almost blurted out, "My dear grandson, they are mistaken. You’re not a troublemaker!" But before she could speak, Yong, Song, and Shao Gong nodded together. Shao Gong even softly complained, "Father is the same. Every time he punishes Shu Er, he includes us three in the punishment. After the beating, he lectures us on brotherly harmony! How can we be harmonious when we’re practically itching to strangle Shu Er?!"
Madam Xiao finally lost her composure and burst into laughter against Cheng Shi's shoulder, who almost spat out his wine. Old Madam laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face, clutching Cheng Shu and nearly gasping for breath. The rest of the group was just as amused, with some doubled over and others sprawled in laughter.
Shao Shang was still chuckling when she sensed a movement near her skirt. She looked down to see a plate of candied fruits being quietly pushed toward her knees. Turning her head, she made eye contact with her smiling twin brother, Shao Gong.
Seizing the moment of loud general laughter, he subtly pushed a plate toward her from beneath his wide sleeve. When she saw her empty plate, Shao Shang realized he had saved some for her, knowing she loved them. She eagerly grabbed a large piece of candied fruit, ate it, and grinned at him with cheeks puffed out, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Shao Gong was moved by this, sensing that a sister can be far more remarkable than a brother.
The exchange went unnoticed by the others, but Yang Yang, seated across from them, saw it clearly. A pang of envy struck her, and her thoughts drifted to her cousins from the Ge family, who had doted on her since childhood. Meanwhile, Shao Shang had only just begun to experience such affection today. Her heart softened with pity for her younger cousin.
Cheng Yong, ever attentive, noticed Yang Yang’s distant gaze and quickly regained his composure. "Ah, we almost forgot—Yang Yang, we didn’t realize you'd returned, so we weren’t prepared. Still, you’ve already gifted us handmade shoes, socks, and congratulatory letters. We, your brothers, feel genuinely ashamed. We’ll make it up to you soon with something special."
Yang Yang quickly refocused, waving her hands awkwardly. "No, no, it’s nothing! Just a small gesture. No need for you to trouble yourselves." Madam Xiao observed the scene with satisfaction.
After a few more drinks, Second Uncle Cheng, unable to handle his liquor, was the first to slump over the table. Madam Xiao urged everyone to end the feast. "We can’t all be hungover today. Third Brother will arrive soon, and we’ll have a big family gathering then." When she mentioned her beloved youngest son, Old Madam reluctantly put down her wine cup and let Old Hu Ao escort her to rest. Yang Yang quickly told the maids to half-carry and half-drag her father away.
Madam Xiao then assisted the slightly intoxicated Cheng Shi in leaving through the side corridor. Shao Shang intended to follow, but she suddenly sensed something in her sleeve and paused, glancing back at her brothers. Cheng Shu, having drunk a bit of wine from Old Madam, was unsteady on his feet. Qing Cong, feeling the boy’s flushed cheeks, scolded the servants for not bringing sobering soup to each room. A Yong quickly picked up his youngest brother and signaled to the others to return to their quarters.
"Elder Brothers, please wait a moment."Shao Shang hurried forward a few steps and pulled out a string of insects woven from hemp thread from her sleeve—small grasshoppers, little mantises, and tiny bats... The craftsmanship wasn’t particularly refined; it was clearly the work of a beginner. She tucked them into the drowsy Shu Er’s arms, with an embarrassed expression she hadn’t shown since getting into a prestigious high school in her past life, and said, “I don’t know many characters, nor am I skilled in embroidery. I only just learned this in the countryside. Once I’ve improved, I’ll make better ones for my elder brothers.”
Hearing this, Cheng Song and Shao Gong felt both heartache and sorrow, immediately responding with reassurances like “No need, no need,” “Take your time, no rush,” “We’re family, no need for formalities,” and “Don’t overwork yourself, your health matters most.”
Although Cheng Yong remained silent as he observed his much shorter, childlike little sister, he felt an instinctive paternal warmth and a strong desire to protect her. Gently releasing one hand, he patted the small, rounded bun on Shao Shang’s head, smiled softly, and then left quietly.
Shao Shang bowed to say farewell, her gentle smile lasting all the way back to her quarters. Lian Fang, as she took off her hair ornaments, cheerfully commented, “Young Lady looks particularly happy today.”
Shao Shang smiled happily. “How could I not be pleased to see my brothers?” She looked sideways at Nanny Zhu, who was warming her bed with a charcoal heater, and said, “Nanny Zhu, my brothers have been so kind to me.” Nanny Zhu straightened up and responded with a smile, “Indeed.”
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Shao Shang’s cheeks hurt from smiling too much as she sat on the bed. She rubbed her jaw and secretly hoped the drama club vice president could see her now. This was true artistry: a gentle smile tinged with sorrow, a mix of fragility and silent grievance. The vice president always thought she only got the lead role because the president was crazy about her, which was not entirely untrue. But now, it seemed her true talent was finally acknowledged, even if only she knew it.In her past life, she faced early bullying in her narrow-minded village during kindergarten because of her parents' divorce. She developed tough skin and decided early on that she alone would care for herself and her parents. After the divorce, she was sent to live with her single uncle's mother, who provided her with food, shelter, and clothes. Her uncle was kind to her, but because he was raised in the Chinese tradition in which men and women do not mingle, he lacked understanding of how to raise a young child.
Due to their separation, her family exchanged only harsh words, and she observed this until she stopped caring entirely. If no one was willing to care for her, she thought, she might as well divorce them, too. When she received a scholarship and moved to the city for university, she kept her past hidden, focusing on building a new life and earning her degree; friends were secondary. Of course, as a young girl, she dreamt of having a boyfriend—she wasn't as beautiful back then, maybe cute, but not beautiful—but she was too focused on her grades, plus, she saw what all her roommates went through with their boyfriends. No thanks!
Although she had much to learn in this new era, she found her new ‘family’ easier to handle. She had moved into the body of a young noble and would enjoy the privileges that came with it. Because she did not remember the past ten years, she felt no mistreatment from that time. She had died in her previous life and was truly grateful for this second chance. She wouldn’t let anyone ruin this for her.
As she settled into the rhythm of her new family, a deepening understanding of the intricate dynamics and diverse personalities began to unfold before her. The family banquet had been truly enlightening, a vibrant tapestry of laughter, stories, and shared memories that illuminated the bonds they shared. Today’s siblings' reunion echoed that warmth, brimming with playful banter and affectionate teasing.
Her father was particularly caring, showering her with kindness that felt both comforting and foreign. It seemed her brothers were following suit, eager to include her. Yet, amidst the familial warmth, her mother stood apart—a stark contrast to the rest.
She arrived in this new world just under three months ago, reunited with her family less than two weeks. Since then, a lot had happened, and she felt quite proud of her acting skills. Although she started to care for a few people here, like her father and her maids, she found it challenging to like others, especially her ‘mother,’ who clearly favored Yang Yang. It did not take her long to notice the obvious.
Perhaps it was because her ‘mother’ was a commanding woman with a military background, preferring sweet, obedient girls who followed orders without question. Tonight, she saw her mother genuinely laugh at her sons’ antics, which was a positive sign that she wasn't entirely without feelings outside her husband. Since their reunion, Madam Xiao had ample opportunity to express affection both physically and emotionally, working to bridge the decade-long gap. However, she chose not to and instead constantly criticized her, never supporting her attempts. She treated Shao Shang like a general with a rookie, expecting her to resemble her boneless cousin, Yang Yang, who was perfectly raised, literate, and showing so much filial piety that Shao Shang wanted to throw up. She was different, of course, and it seems her mother didn't know how to raise an illiterate daughter without acting like a bitch.
Ultimately, Shao Shang realized she didn't need her mother's affection to succeed. Having managed it once, she knew she could do it again. Although she planned to stay within the family for the foreseeable future, her approach was to submit to her mother’s presence without losing her own strength—using tricks if necessary—while mainly aiming to avoid conflict. She was committed to maintaining this balance, creating a space for herself amid the intricate network of family relationships.
Tonight, when Nanny Zhu dressed her, she finally found a better way to see her reflection and felt very pleased. Although she still felt too skinny for her taste, after a few weeks of better food, medication, and walking, her body began to fill out. After all, she was only thirteen.[3]
However, trust and love were unfamiliar to her in her previous life, so she didn’t truly miss what she had never known or experienced. Although she would have preferred a loving, kind mother, she lacked any emotional connection with her. She intended to be kind to those who were kind to her, ignore those who did not bother her, and inevitably respond with tenfold retaliation against anyone who did trouble her.
Her efforts to win her brothers' approval paid off. Once again, she casually mentioned the countryside to evoke sympathy—a pitiful, sorrowful expression associated with her frail body—and it worked beautifully. She did not want to use it for ill intentions, but to protect herself until she knew those people better. She had died by fire once; she did not want to be burned again because of shamans like a witch. Hell no!
A young attendant mentioned, “There are bigger items still packed on the carts, which will be delivered after unpacking.”
Nanny Zhu, rarely one to smile, allowed herself a pleased expression as she directed the servants to organize the gifts.
Shao Shang held up a fine gold pendant with a translucent gemstone that glowed softly in the candlelight, casting a subtle light over part of her face. Her thoughts stayed hidden.
Lian Fang knelt on the floor to take off Shao Shang’s thick socks for her foot bath, glancing up cautiously.
Whenever the Young Lady wore such a dreaming expression, Lian Fang felt a mix of awe. Before coming to the Cheng manor, rumors painted the Cheng family’s Fourth Daughter as someone who bullied the weak and cowered before the strong, seeming commanding outwardly but indecisive inside. However, after weeks of observing, Lian Fang realized these rumors were false. The Fourth Miss never lost her temper, never slapped anyone, and never yelled. She was kind and curious. She was far from spoiled. In fact, after learning how Li Zhui and others treated her, she believed the Fourth Miss had been unfairly treated and misjudged. She thought some people were mean and liked to upset others. No one mentioned how jade-like and snow-pure the Young Lady's beauty was, only her temper. Just now, when she looked up, Lian Fang felt that even the finest jade pendant could not compare to the rosy glow on the Young Lady's cheeks.
Shao Shang looked at the jade pendant for a moment, a peculiar smile on her lips—both sweet and charming, but with a touch of mockery. Lian Fang carefully smiled and asked, "What has the Young Lady so amused?"
Shao Shang responded with childlike innocence, "I was born under a lucky star," as she playfully tossed the jade pendant with its golden chain high into the air.
Loving parents, caring elder brothers, and a harmonious family. Shao Shang smiled, clasping her hands to catch the falling pendant as if unaware of Madam Xiao's opinion of her, even though she didn't understand why. She'd known since childhood that there was no point trying to please those already prejudiced against her—too much effort for too little gain.
She directed her energy into determination. She achieved admission to a top high school, then a prestigious university, until her hometown no longer dared gossip or look down on her. Instead, people started saying things like "I always knew this child was special." What truly pleased her was seeing her once-disgraced uncle, Mayor Yu, hold his head high again, becoming a nightmare for parents who had sneered at her while nagging their children: "She grew up without parents, so how did she outscore you?"
The current question was: how could a girl strive for success in this new world? With no imperial examinations to rise through, should she try commerce? She wondered if her cold-hearted mother had passed down any merchant cunning. Or maybe follow in the footsteps of the Qiu family's matriarch, carving out territory as a local power? When the opportunity arose, she'd need to thoroughly investigate her options.
Ultimately, Shao Shang realized she didn't need her mother's affection to succeed. Having managed it once, she knew she could do it again. Although she planned to stay within the family for the foreseeable future, her approach was to submit to her mother’s presence without losing her own strength—using tricks if necessary—while mainly aiming to avoid conflict. She was committed to maintaining this balance, creating a space for herself amid the intricate network of family relationships.
Tonight, when Nanny Zhu dressed her, she finally found a better way to see her reflection and felt very pleased. Although she still felt too skinny for her taste, after a few weeks of better food, medication, and walking, her body began to fill out. After all, she was only thirteen.[3]
However, trust and love were unfamiliar to her in her previous life, so she didn’t truly miss what she had never known or experienced. Although she would have preferred a loving, kind mother, she lacked any emotional connection with her. She intended to be kind to those who were kind to her, ignore those who did not bother her, and inevitably respond with tenfold retaliation against anyone who did trouble her.
Her efforts to win her brothers' approval paid off. Once again, she casually mentioned the countryside to evoke sympathy—a pitiful, sorrowful expression associated with her frail body—and it worked beautifully. She did not want to use it for ill intentions, but to protect herself until she knew those people better. She had died by fire once; she did not want to be burned again because of shamans like a witch. Hell no!
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Before finishing her hangover soup, which she didn't really need, her brothers' promised gifts arrived overnight: three or four chests, each about half a person's height. Inside, she found an impressive collection of treasures: flawless jade pendants, seven or eight boxes of mismatched but attractive hairpins and jewelry, over a dozen bolts of luxurious soft brocade, calligraphy tools and practice books in elegant sandalwood boxes, and children’s toys such as spinning tops, board games, and catapults... There were also gambling tools.A young attendant mentioned, “There are bigger items still packed on the carts, which will be delivered after unpacking.”
Nanny Zhu, rarely one to smile, allowed herself a pleased expression as she directed the servants to organize the gifts.
Shao Shang held up a fine gold pendant with a translucent gemstone that glowed softly in the candlelight, casting a subtle light over part of her face. Her thoughts stayed hidden.
Lian Fang knelt on the floor to take off Shao Shang’s thick socks for her foot bath, glancing up cautiously.
Whenever the Young Lady wore such a dreaming expression, Lian Fang felt a mix of awe. Before coming to the Cheng manor, rumors painted the Cheng family’s Fourth Daughter as someone who bullied the weak and cowered before the strong, seeming commanding outwardly but indecisive inside. However, after weeks of observing, Lian Fang realized these rumors were false. The Fourth Miss never lost her temper, never slapped anyone, and never yelled. She was kind and curious. She was far from spoiled. In fact, after learning how Li Zhui and others treated her, she believed the Fourth Miss had been unfairly treated and misjudged. She thought some people were mean and liked to upset others. No one mentioned how jade-like and snow-pure the Young Lady's beauty was, only her temper. Just now, when she looked up, Lian Fang felt that even the finest jade pendant could not compare to the rosy glow on the Young Lady's cheeks.
Shao Shang looked at the jade pendant for a moment, a peculiar smile on her lips—both sweet and charming, but with a touch of mockery. Lian Fang carefully smiled and asked, "What has the Young Lady so amused?"
Shao Shang responded with childlike innocence, "I was born under a lucky star," as she playfully tossed the jade pendant with its golden chain high into the air.
Loving parents, caring elder brothers, and a harmonious family. Shao Shang smiled, clasping her hands to catch the falling pendant as if unaware of Madam Xiao's opinion of her, even though she didn't understand why. She'd known since childhood that there was no point trying to please those already prejudiced against her—too much effort for too little gain.
She directed her energy into determination. She achieved admission to a top high school, then a prestigious university, until her hometown no longer dared gossip or look down on her. Instead, people started saying things like "I always knew this child was special." What truly pleased her was seeing her once-disgraced uncle, Mayor Yu, hold his head high again, becoming a nightmare for parents who had sneered at her while nagging their children: "She grew up without parents, so how did she outscore you?"
The current question was: how could a girl strive for success in this new world? With no imperial examinations to rise through, should she try commerce? She wondered if her cold-hearted mother had passed down any merchant cunning. Or maybe follow in the footsteps of the Qiu family's matriarch, carving out territory as a local power? When the opportunity arose, she'd need to thoroughly investigate her options.
- Cheng Yong: Elderst son of Cheng Shi and Madam Xiao, brother of Shao Shang - 18
- Cheng Song: Second son of Cheng Shi and Madam Xiao, brother of Shao Shang - 15
- Cheng Shao Gong | Shao Gong: twin brother of Shao Shang - 13
- Cheng Shu | Shu Er: Fourth son of Cheng Shi and Madam Xiao, brother of Shao Shang - 8 (no blood relation with Nanny Zhu)
[2] In ancient China, not showing teeth when smiling (xiào bù lù chǐ, 笑不露齿) was a fundamental rule of social etiquette and moral discipline, particularly for women.
Cultural Meaning and Symbolism
- Virtue and Restraint: Smiling with a closed mouth was considered a sign of a woman's modesty, upbringing, and self-control. An open-mouthed laugh was often seen as "wild" or unrefined.
- Social Status: Refined gestures, including controlled facial expressions, distinguished the educated elite from the "unrefined" lower classes.
- Civilization vs. Nature: Displaying teeth was sometimes viewed as animalistic or aggressive. Hiding the teeth emphasized one's humanity and status as a "civilized" person.
[3] The author did not use the Shi calculation, which adds about two years to the age. See the companion tab titled ‘Age Gap and Coming of Age’ for more information. Using the Western calendar, she was likely 15 years old. According to Chinese calculation, she was 13.
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