[The Grand View Garden Chronicle] Chapter 95: Tender Palaces and Abundant Cream, A World of Crystal and Snow with Red Plum Blossoms (Includes Collection TXT)

Chapter 95: Tender Palace, Creamy Delight, Crystal World, White Snow and Red Plum Blossoms

It is said that on New Year's Eve, Hongzhou slept in the Tianxiang Tower, feeling somewhat strangely infatuated. The so-called yesterday's love affair, the
red silk curtains, the jade pillow and gauze curtains still the same, yet it still pricked his heart, hoping for that enchanting dream to enter his embrace. He knew that tomorrow
was New Year's Day, and the women in the garden would come to offer their New Year's greetings, and finding it too noisy, he asked Yuanyang to leave a message, telling everyone
not to disturb him, and to come again in the afternoon.

However, unexpectedly, although the pillow was yesterday's pillow, the bed was the same old bed, and the fragrance of the concubine seemed to remain, he
slept soundly , without anything strange. When Susu woke up, she called in Ruiguan, who was on duty in the corner
. Upon asking the time, she found it was already 9 AM… Ruiguan then fetched water to help him wash up, rinsed his mouth with green salt tea, and then
held chicken tongue in his mouth before washing his face with a hot towel. Jin Chuan'er had already brought in a sandalwood bowl containing a Han Dynasty
lacquered pottery bowl and three small imitation pottery dishes. One dish contained a small bowl of rice porridge with some chopped scallions; another dish had four small, creamy
-yellow steamed buns; another had fermented black bean paste; and the third had fried spring rolls—all steaming hot and looking quite delicious
and tempting. He hadn't eaten much for dinner last night and was hungry now, so he smiled and picked up the bowl to eat. Yu Chuan'er also
came in, went behind him, took a rhinoceros horn comb, and began to comb and braid his hair.

Hongzhou broke open the bun and took a bite. It was soft, milky, and had a refreshing sweetness. The dough inside
was so smooth it seemed to be flowing with juice. He couldn't help but praise, "What kind of dough is this? It's not corn flour, nor is it
wheat flour. It's golden and sweet, and it even tastes a bit like mutton..." Jin Chuan'er smiled and said, "Your Highness said it tastes
sweet. It's a thoughtful gesture from Miss Shu..." Hongzhou was taken aback and asked, "Did Baochai
send it?"

Jin Chuan'er and Yu Chuan'er exchanged a glance, looking slightly nervous. Yu Chuan'er gently stroked Hong Zhou's braids with her
soft little hands as she replied softly, "Reporting to Master... Last night, Master asked
Sister Yuanyang to tell everyone not to disturb you this morning. However, Sister Bao, the young mistress, came before dawn.
She said that she had enjoyed the New Year's Eve celebrations and favored Master, so she felt uneasy and couldn't sleep well. Since Master wouldn't allow her to see him, she
naturally didn't want to disturb him. But this morning, she thought of preparing some breakfast for Master herself as a token of her
sincerity ... We servants have different ranks, so we couldn't very well send her away. We let her
cook breakfast for Master with Sister Ying'er in the small kitchen... These spring rolls are made by wrapping pickled vegetables in fish soup and then braising them to make the filling..." "It's fine since it was just fried.
But these steamed buns are rare. They're made with goat's milk, egg whites, almond powder, and pumpkin puree, then mixed with wheat flour and
fermented with homemade yeast. It takes a lot of time to knead the dough. The little buns are cut out with fancy molds and
don't have any filling. They're just steamed in chicken broth and smell incredibly sweet... Consort Shu didn't want us to say she was here,
but since she asked, we couldn't not answer."

Hongzhou, hearing her sweet and gentle voice, had already eaten a steamed bun dipped in fermented black bean paste and tasted a
spring roll. He had forgotten his doubts and indifference, but hearing her hesitant and fearful tone,
he immediately understood her meaning. The hierarchy within the garden, in essence, was this: all the young women were
sex slaves , playthings, to be raped, humiliated, killed, tortured, pitied, bullied, abused, and
even distanced from, angered, dealt with, or neglected at Hongzhou's whim. They were not allowed to consider themselves wives or concubines. Although
Keqing had recently died, her primary charge being adultery, rumors circulated in the garden that she was always arrogant,
relying on favor to bring disaster upon herself, forgetting her fundamental status. And since he had clearly given orders for the women not to disturb her, Baochai
, usually quiet and dutiful, had insisted on serving breakfast, which seemed somewhat presumptuous
… making the personal servants uneasy.

Thinking of this, Hongzhou couldn't help but laugh. He reached back and lightly pinched the tip of Yuchuan's small, delicate breast,
squeezing it through her clothes until it trembled. He chuckled and scolded, "You little rascal... you're being so detailed,
are you afraid I'll get angry?" He paused, then sighed, "Last night,
they all went to a banquet until late at night. It was hard for Baochai to get up early this morning just to serve me breakfast. I
'm not a bloodthirsty or tyrannical person. I told them not to come and say good morning because I wanted to sleep." "You should calm down. It's hard on her heart, how
could you blame her... I never thought that ordering Qing'er's death would frighten you all like this..."

Jin Chuan'er felt that Hong Zhou's words were like daggers to the heart. She felt uncomfortable serving at the front and couldn't stand, so she knelt down and
said gently, "Master... we sisters don't deserve such words. We serve you closely, and our hearts are only for
you. You haven't been in a good mood these past two days, and we are just worried about you. We only hope that you
can be happier. What do we matter..." As for fear, we are all lowly servants, like grains of grass.
Let alone the great kindness our masters show us, whatever they do to us is our due. I was thinking that Miss Bao probably
felt the same way, only hoping that her master could feel better, not caring if he might punish her for overstepping her bounds. "Master
…if you want to punish her…she's still in the small kitchen downstairs. Please advise…should we…"

Hongzhou hadn't summoned any women to serve him all night, and upon waking early this morning, he was surprised by her words, "punish her for overstepping her bounds."
A shiver ran through him, and even his manhood seemed to throb. He couldn't help but laugh, "Nonsense! I already said, Xiao Chai'er
meant well. Why punish her... Is she downstairs? Since she's here, go and summon her up to keep me company
... Haha... Touching my Xiao Chai'er's little buns, and then having a few bites of the little buns she made herself, would be a pleasure
..."

He spoke in a flirtatious and teasing tone. Although Rui Guan, Jin Chuan'er, and Yu Chuan'er blushed upon hearing this, they all
breathed a sigh of relief , their previous fearful expressions of not daring to breathe for several days completely gone. Jin Chuan'er then went to summon Bao Chai,
while Rui Guan and Yu Chuan'er served Hong Zhou on either side... Before long, Jin Chuan'er led Bao Chai up. Baochai gracefully bowed,
softly saying, "May Your Majesty have a Happy New Year and live a long and peaceful life."

Hongzhou smiled and looked up at her, noticing her hair styled in a cloud-like updo with
a a checkered cotton-padded jacket over an embroidered velvet skirt, a palace sash,
a gold necklace, and a fox-tail scarf... While she still possessed the graceful bearing and elegant demeanor of a legendary beauty, her
attire was quite ordinary and simple, concealing her figure and allure.

Even Hongzhou couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise. Judging from his understanding of Baochai's meticulous and refined intentions...
Since she had come specifically to serve me breakfast, showing great care, I knew that my personal servants, like Jin Chuan and Yu Chuan, would eventually have to
return to their own. Since she was going to such lengths to please me, no matter how I treated her or acted arbitrarily,
there was a three-tenths chance she would be summoned to serve me. And
even
if she was summoned, there was a three-tenths chance she would accompany me, allowing me to play with her body… Even if it wasn't for actual sexual intercourse, touching, playing, rubbing, and caressing was commonplace early in the morning. With her intelligence, although she wouldn't deliberately dress in a seductive and alluring way, she should at least know how to be somewhat
charming , wearing appropriate clothes and accessories—that was the way to serve me… But looking at her attire
and accessories today, even her rouge and eyebrows, it was so plain and ordinary, not at all alluring or seductive, as if she had forgotten this detail.
Wasn't that strange… With Baochai's cautious intelligence, could she really only come to be
a cook ?

Although he was somewhat surprised, it was a minor matter, and he was too lazy to ask. He simply waved and smiled, "It must have been hard for you
to get up early. Come and sit with me... Have you had your breakfast yet?"

Baochai was not frightened. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she gracefully got up and obediently came forward. She sat down next to Hongzhou,
naturally not daring to dodge. She gently leaned her warm body against Hongzhou and, following etiquette,
lightly rubbed one breast against Hongzhou's chest through her clothes. She lowered her
head shyly and said, "I've already eaten downstairs... It's my fault. My master wouldn't let me pay my respects, but I felt a little uneasy, so I came to serve my master breakfast... I'm being
presumptuous ... Would my master like some more?" As she spoke, she observed Hongzhou's expression, picked up a spoon, and
fed Hongzhou two mouthfuls of porridge.

Hongzhou laughed, "What are you uneasy about... Yes, it's been a while since I last used your body
... But you're not the kind of person who would dare to demand favor, so what's there to be uneasy about?"

Baochai trembled with embarrassment upon hearing this, but lowered her head and thought for a moment. She then tore open a spring roll
for Hongzhou and placed it in a spoon to offer him a toast before forcing a smile. She was quite bold in speaking, saying only, "Your Highness is teasing me. How could I dare to think
such things? I dare not think of anything inappropriate, but I vaguely sense that Your Highness has been uneasy these past few days." What can a
girl possibly do to share her master's burdens? Her health is nothing special. Doesn't her master need girls to amuse him?
Originally, I was going to kowtow outside the Gu'en Palace. I heard the master is here… To be frank, this place is rather
gloomy and eerie, especially since Consort Qing recently arrived… The master is a kind person, or perhaps he cherishes Consort Qing's
kindness and finds it hard to part with her. But in my opinion, firstly, Consort Qing is indeed guilty—she's a foolish person—and
doesn't deserve the word 'pity'; secondly, Consort Qing… well… "Well, we are just lowly sex slaves after all. If our master
were to trouble himself or harm himself for us, the sin would be unbearable even for my sister in the next life; thirdly, as the ancients said, the dead
are gone , and on the first day of the Lunar New Year, our master should be happy and joyful, enjoying himself to the fullest. I thought and thought, and only after mustering my courage did I
come up with this idea... to serve our master with something good... If I make a mistake, our master can just teach and punish me, and I will have no complaints."

Hongzhou didn't expect that Baochai was so meticulous and intelligent, and also had some courage, daring to advise him to his face. Hearing her
tone... Though her words were gentle, every single one was something the others in the garden dared not say… Upon reflection, it was a heartfelt
expression of sincerity, a desire only for her own pleasure. She couldn't help but be moved, though she wouldn't show it on her face. After a few more mouthfuls of thin porridge served by Baochai
, she changed the subject, asking, “Did you all have a good time last night?”

Baochai nodded and smiled, “Sister Feng was concerned that the young ladies in the garden were a bit reserved and frightened, which didn't suit the master
's wishes. That's why she organized this gathering, hoping everyone could have a good time. It's just some wine and some jokes…
a proper New Year's Eve celebration. The master is feeling down and won't grace us with her presence. Otherwise,
it would have been best if the master had come and led us in a joyful celebration.”

Hongzhou had already swallowed a grain of rice, took a cup of tea from Jin Chuan to rinse his mouth, and then said, “It must have been hard for you,
sleeping late last night and getting up early this morning… I've never tasted goat's milk used to make steamed buns before; it's quite a novelty…”
…”

Baochai smiled upon hearing Hongzhou’s praise, her smile revealing a childlike innocence and
naivety. She pursed her lips and said, “To receive such praise from you, Master, would warm my heart even if I didn’t sleep for days. But this was just something
I hastily prepared; I’m embarrassed if you don’t scold me… Last night, I drank a little wine and
missed my sleep window, so I got up to read. The *Xingyuan Lubi Tan* says that in the past, there was no goat milk in the Central Plains, only
Mongols used it; and in the past, there was no fine flour in the Mongols, only in the Central Plains; later, when Kublai Khan crossed
the Yangtze River , he started making steamed buns with goat milk and fine flour, which suited his taste perfectly, and he praised the cook for his skill. I, Baochai
, am just a theorist; I found the story amusing and, being a child at heart, wanted to try it myself.
There was only one…” "I've tried all the little jars, but this tip shouldn't be taken; it should be given to the master
to try ... I couldn't resist coming over early this morning... to try serving the master breakfast. If the master enjoys it,
it means I've been very devoted; if the master doesn't enjoy it, then I deserve a beating."

Hongzhou laughed heartily, wiping his hands
as he said, "'This tip shouldn't be taken; it should be given to the master to try first' is quite true. If all of you girls had your devotion and Feng
's competence, I wouldn't have to worry about things in the garden..." Although he saw that Baochai was dressed simply and
modestly today, he was enjoying a comfortable and carefree breakfast. Whether it was out of his own goodwill or as a reward for Baochai
, he couldn't help but reach out and caress her breasts. He felt their warm, soft, and
supple flesh, even under her skirt, exuding a spring-like charm.

Such was Baochai's nature. Even though she had already lost her virginity to him, and
had several times, the way he pinched her nipples through her clothes still made her cheeks flush crimson with shame.
She lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her clothes, her lips emitting soft moans of "Mmm..." But
for , she didn't dare to dodge, obediently thrusting out her breasts for Hongzhou to fondle.
She bit her lower lip hard, forcing out a moment of clarity, and still said, "Master...please don't...no...Master's
caressing of Baochai is Baochai's duty, and also Baochai's blessing...but Master just got up early, and was tired yesterday...um
...Master just said, 'This tip cannot overstep its bounds; it should be Master's first taste,' so Baochai is bold, wanting to
invite Master to admire the snow..."

"Admire the snow?" Hongzhou was taken aback, his hands stopping their movements. He couldn't help but wonder: Since you...
"Now that you're here, I'll naturally have to enjoy you first..." He was aroused, but how could he dare to stop her?

Baochai nodded and said, "My lady, it's been snowing heavily outside for several days, only stopping the other day. But for the past two days it's been overcast and
damp, not good for walking... But look, my lady... today even the heavens are kind to us, knowing it's the auspicious
first day of the Lunar New Year , there's a warm, sunny day... This winter snow is most pleasant. My lady, you're
an elegant person, don't stay here... After breakfast, it's a good time to walk around, I'll accompany you to see the snow..."

Hongzhou looked at her, never expecting this girl to go to such lengths to get him to leave Tianxiang Tower
and With this thought, he glanced out the window and saw a clear, cloudless sky, its blue a bright and clear hue.
Thinking of the magnificent scenery in the garden, the lingering snow of winter, it truly was a soothing and refreshing scene. He nodded, then stood up
and said, "As you wish... let's go for a walk."

He extended a hand, and Baochai quickly offered her own soft, warm hand, supporting Hongzhou's palm as they
went downstairs. Yuanyang, who was on night duty, was resting. Yuchuan, Jinchuan, Ruiguan, and Ying'er, the servants from
Hengwu followed behind. Seeing their masters and the young mistresses enjoying
the snow in the garden, the four servants dared not overstep their bounds, fearing to disturb Hongzhou's enjoyment. They retreated three or four zhang (approximately 10-15 meters) and
followed at a distance.

Hongzhou, half-embracing Baochai and the warm body of Runyu, naturally couldn't resist caressing their waists, touching their breasts, and
stroking their buttocks, laughing and teasing lightly, before stepping out of Tianxiang Tower.

Sure enough, the sky was clear and blue, the warm winter sun still shrouded in the chill, the air crisp and clear, the air filled
with the promise of a warm spring, refreshing and invigorating. The two walked along the narrow bridge and saw that the lake in the garden
was covered with a thick layer of ice. Nearby, the Luxue Nunnery and Aojing Pavilion, and on the opposite shore, the Yihong Courtyard, Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and Zhuijin Tower,
were all covered in a blanket of white snow. The distant mountains, with their withered branches and vines, along with the ancient pines and bamboos, still
stood majestically in winter, edged with a layer of white, goose-feather-like snow. Several pavilions, their eaves adorned with bronze bells,
hung in the azure sky, their eaves stained with snow, and seagulls seemed to fly about, creating a scene as serene as the Western world. The path beneath their feet
was naturally already guarded by eunuchs and maids. The maid swept a path through the snow, creating a narrow, slippery trail. It was somewhat wet,
but thanks to the warm, sunny weather that had lasted for several hours, the ground had gradually dried.
The strange rocks, wooden benches, weeds, and railings along the path were all coated in a white jade hue. The jade archway of "Celestial Realm,"
usually a windy spot, now had a row of crystal-clear icicles beneath its two upturned wings. Several painted boats and bamboo huts
were frozen to the water's edge by a thin layer of ice; their once red-lacquered roofs were now covered in a layer of soft, fluffy snow .
As the two chatted and laughed, they passed the peach grove behind Zhenxia Residence. A bold squirrel even
darted across the path, kicking up a spray of snow… It truly was a world of crystal, a universe of white jade.

Hongzhou couldn't help but sigh, "This garden is truly rare. In summer there are lotus flowers, in autumn there are osmanthus flowers, and in winter
there are plum blossoms... Even when the snow falls heavily, there is still such a beautiful scene... Although it cannot compare to the Chengde Imperial Palace, it is much more interesting than those fake imperial gardens in
the Forbidden City ..."

Baochai echoed, "You mentioned plum blossoms in winter, Your Highness... I just remembered that there used to be an
old plum grove outside Longcui Nunnery. Sister Feng found some so-called 'red plum' branches from somewhere. Even the few tender buds were
a brilliantly , something I had never seen before. Miaoyu is also very skillful. She managed to transplant them onto the original plum branches. She said that
she only transplanted them yesterday, and the flower buds have opened. I haven't seen them yet... 'This first one should not overstep its bounds and should be given to Your Highness
to taste first'... Your Highness, why don't we go to the west and go around to the left and right?"

Hongzhou's interest was piqued, so he agreed. The two of them deviated from the main road above Qinfangyuan and instead took
the pebbly path on the shady side of the small hill. Baochai kept saying, "Master, be careful, it's slippery..." After turning
the hill , they arrived at the old plum grove outside Longcui Nunnery.

But as soon as they rounded the hill, they heard faint, sweet, childlike voices, like the calls of a nightingale. Hongzhou looked up
and was stunned. A blanket of snow covered the entire Longcui Nunnery,
making it appear exceptionally elegant. The snow streaks on the fence, steps, stone table, and pavilion outside shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Beyond the wall,
a , but the heavy snow weighed down the branches, obscuring the green foliage, pale buds, and purplish-brown blossoms
. Yet, five or seven old plum trees stood out, seemingly recently tended by someone.
Their gnarled trunks and strong branches, braving the east wind, were picturesque and
still their buds half-open, each a small, translucent red,
like blood or rosy clouds, set against a jade-like, crystal-clear world, truly a heart-warming sight.

That was all. It turned out that beneath those red plum blossoms were three girls. Two were maids,
also dressed in red and green New Year's coats; one carried a vase containing a few plum blossoms, while the other served at
the front. Each was accompanied by a petite girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old.

From this angle, only her profile was visible; she wore a pink duck-down fur coat embroidered with circular patterns. The pink was like solidified cream, the pattern like
brocade, and the whole garment shimmered with a bright light. It turned out the lining was made of wild duck feathers dyed and embroidered.
A white feather hood was turned up for protection from the wind, and a snow-white feather trim draped down from top to bottom, revealing a light blue cotton skirt
underneath . The pink, light blue, and white velvet-lined duck-patterned robes, even in their colors alone, against the backdrop of a snow-covered, crystal-clear
world and red plum blossoms adorning the heavens, exuded a pure and delicate charm, like nectar spilled from the Jade Pool
or brocade invited from Penglai, their colors resembling those of a celestial realm. The girl in the duck-patterned robe, viewed from the side, was not
tall, yet though wrapped in winter clothing, she remained slender and graceful, delicate and elegant. Beneath the innocent
purity , there were already hints of a refined lady, a fairy, and a divine concubine. She chattered sweetly
, her voice clear and melodious, like a spring, as she and her two maids giggled lazily, their chatter seemingly unrelated to the main story .
It was a scene of pure innocence and carefree joy; only a girl of this age could possess such charming and childlike voices, a sound
that was pleasing to the ear from afar. Watching the three girls exhale puffs of white mist from their mouths, even in the winter air
, added a touch of fragrance and vitality.

This ancient temple, the white snow, the winter day, the clear sky, the azure sky, the old branches, the red plum blossoms, the brocade robes, the pink attire, the jade vase, the daughters
… these colors didn't seem like those of the human world at all; rather, they resembled a meticulously crafted, elegant painting, refined and graceful, like…
The ancient style, though seemingly ordinary, possessed a certain charm and beauty, truly a "world of crystal, white snow, and red plum blossoms."
Even Hongzhou was captivated by the sight…

Baochai, noticing this, smiled and leaned closer to Hongzhou, whispering before he could even ask, "That's my
cousin Baoqin… Your Highness… She's also been given the title of Miss. She lives with me, and she's been mischievous since she was little… She's thirteen
this year , but she was only twelve when she entered the garden. She's still studying with Sister Li, and
her birthday is on the third day of the first lunar month. After that, she'll be fourteen… Your Highness, Your Highness…"

Hongzhou, hearing her soft call, snapped out of his reverie, unable to suppress a smile. Yet, still reluctant to disturb
the beautiful scene took a few steps closer, deliberately softening his steps, still wanting to savor the sight and hear the young woman's playful antics in the snow, picking plum blossoms,
a joyous celebration of the New Year. Baochai, with a hint of sourness and a touch of affection, chuckled and said, "Your Highness has really taken a liking to that
duck-feather coat... It's truly rare. It's made of pink Shu brocade, with patterns embroidered on it using wild duck feathers. From afar, it looks like
cloud patterns, but upon closer inspection, it's actually a pattern of concentric peacocks. It shimmers in the sunlight, sparkling as if draped in the
sunset . Even the outer fur collar is sewn on from a single piece of fox fur, using only
the finest white fur from the lower jaw of a silver fox... My mother said that this thing is extremely precious; even the tributes presented today might not be as
good . The garden used all the satin, furs, and duck feathers sent from the palace at the end of the year, exhausting all its resources. Several
skillful maids and embroiderers in the embroidery workshop were busy..." "I've lived for two months, and this is the only one I own. It was originally meant for me, but the color is
too light ... I can't wear it, so I gave it to my little sister. I was thinking that she's still quite small, and I didn't know
if it would fit her, so I kept it for her to wear in a few years. Today is New Year's Day, and I actually
tricked her out of her mother's house. It's the first time she's worn it, and the master has seen it... Now, although it's a bit loose,
it really looks like she's wrapped in a snow doll, which is quite charming."

Hongzhou had been so engrossed in looking at it that he was lost in thought. Now, listening to her soft and gentle words about the beauty of the duck-down fur coat, her sweet and charming voice
made it seem as if she were composing a poem, "Ode to the Duck-Down Fur Coat," for this picture of a maiden amidst white snow and red plum blossoms. Although he was a womanizer,
frivolous, and lazy, he wasn't stupid. After thinking it over, he realized that Baochai had a good intention. No wonder she came so
early , specially making breakfast for me, inviting me to stroll in the garden to admire the snow, and leading me to see the
plum blossoms, yet she deliberately dressed so plainly and modestly… It was all a carefully planned and subtly subtle way of inviting me here to appreciate this
beauty.

Thinking about it this way, Baochai's actions today seemed rather cunning and presumptuous. Although
Hongzhou was pleased, he couldn't help but glance at her and said with a smile, "It's kind of you, my dear
sister, to be so thoughtful… going to such lengths to bring me here…" His eyes held a hint of reproach and questioning.

Baochai indeed seemed slightly flustered. She composed herself, and for some reason, her nose tingled, and
even she, with her nature, shed tears. Hongzhou was even more surprised, but he reached out and wiped away her glistening tears, saying only, "
Why are you crying... I didn't blame you. In the past, Yun'er, Qing'er, and Feng'er all used various
tricks and ingenuity to please their master, and I was pleased with them. It's just that none of them were as elegant and meticulous as you, my sister."

Unexpectedly, Baochai became even more aggrieved, tears streaming down her face, but she managed to reply, "My lady...
how could I dare to deceive you? I thought about it all night, trying my best to bring you here... but in the end, it was just
some naive thoughts of a young lady from a noble family, how could it possibly deceive your discerning eyes? But if you say I'm your sister,
then... you're wronging me. I was only thinking of you..."

"Huh?"

"My mistress has been unhappy these past few days... Even the most carefree person in the garden could tell. If it's because of
Consort Qing, there's probably something else. I'm clumsy and inarticulate, and I dare not speculate on what my mistress is
thinking. I just see her feeling down at the end of the year, while we're having fun—what kind of behavior is that? I
discussed it with Sister Feng and Sister Li, and we, as servants, should at least try to make my mistress happy. Otherwise,
what's the point of keeping us here... But we are all lowly people, what do we have to offer my mistress...
Only , only our bodies as girls."

"..."

"Sister Feng composed a 'Cloud and Moon Play' in the Dripping Emerald Pavilion, and Yingya and Tanya are thinking of
painting a 'Four Springs Picture' for my mistress... But I, I have nothing..."

"..."

"Just the other day, Yingya and Xiya moved, and I went to congratulate them... I overheard Yingya whispering that
Xichun went to serve the master, and the master... used her quite well... but ultimately didn't grant her... that
... virginity... I think, since the master was willing to enjoy Xiya's body, he must also like this tender, newly
blossoming ... It's just a pity that Xiya is too young, her figure not yet fully developed, or perhaps the master pitied her for being too
young and spared her. The master... Baoqin... is almost fourteen, Sister Li said that in Daoxiang Village, they originally followed the master's
old..." "The established rule is that only girls under the age of thirteen should be raised..."

She said, becoming increasingly embarrassed as she spoke, her pretty face turning purple with embarrassment, her words becoming slurred and unclear.
Hongzhou, however, listened with rapt attention, thinking that Baochai, who was usually well-educated, gentle, chaste
, and loving towards her sisters, was actually willing to do anything to please him, even offering her cousin as a sacrifice.
The shame, the humiliation, the devastation of love and lust, the taboo and the breakdown of human relations,
truly filled him with an indescribable bitterness. Yet, she was clever, elegant, and intelligent. Today's performance of
white snow and red plum blossoms, on the surface, appeared to be a picture of virtuous ladies, devoid of any lewdness. Upon closer inspection, however, it was charming and unique,
possessing an indescribable delight. Looking further into the distance, he wondered if that thirteen-year-old, exquisitely
beautiful girl knew that he was enjoying this sight so much...

He stared blankly at Baoqin in the distance, when he heard Baochai's voice, as soft as a breeze, still say, "Master
... today is New Year's Day, and the new plum blossoms..." "Just now, Master, why worry? Just enjoy yourself..."

Hongzhou smiled upon hearing this, looking around at the snow-covered garden, the ice-covered lake and mountains, the newly washed pavilions, the old green pines and
cypresses, a world of silver and jade, a universe of crystal, a few newly dressed red plum blossoms, a woman in a pink duck-fur coat, the soft voice of a lady nearby,
and the sweet voice of a girl in the distance. Indeed, his heart was opened, and he even had the thought, "Why suffer in the mortal world when such pleasures are available?" For
a moment he even forgot about the troubles of being impeached in court for "licentiousness and shamelessness," and he laughed as he looked at the...
Deep within the plum grove, a loud cry rang out: "Baoqin!"

Baoqin, along with her maids Li'er and Chun'er, had risen early. Hearing Baochai say, "On New Year's Day, we need to pick some old
plum blossoms from the previous day to make decorations and hair ornaments," she ordered Li'er to fetch a vase. She then went to Aunt Xue's place to pester her, finally finding the
rare pink duck-down fur coat her sister had given her. She went outside the Longcui Nunnery to search for "New Year's old plum blossoms." Lost in admiring the
vibrant red plum blossoms, the young girl's playful nature led her to laugh, joke, and play in the snow with her maids, admiring the plum blossoms. At that moment
, she heard a voice—a man's voice… Looking up, she saw a figure in a red fur coat in the distance, accompanied by a beautiful woman—it was
her cousin Baochai, followed by four maids… Who else could it be but her master, Hongzhou?

Baoqin, being young and innocent, showed little panic. She hopped and skipped down the small slope,
ignoring the snow and mud on the ground. She lifted the hood of her fur coat, almost kneeling, and said, "It's you, Master...
Master, you well for the New Year..."

To find out what happens next, please wait for the next chapter. Truly:

Red plum blossoms in clear snow, a fairy in the Jade Pool;

delicate voices and chirping like sparrows in a young age;

in the waning winter, before new buds sprout

; fallen from a jade vase, belonging to its master in the mortal world

. (To be continued)

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