[Wuxia] April in the Human World (Complete) - 1

[Synopsis] Ahhh, I'm terrible at writing summaries. In short, this is a story interspersed with palace intrigue, father-daughter incest, wife's infidelity, woman disguised as a man, political maneuvering, palace intrigue, and a whole host of other melodramatic plot twists .

Chapter 001: Mother's Loving Kindness. Outside the window, flowers and trees flourished, and birds sang sweetly. I sat lazily on the soft couch, leaning slightly against the windowsill beside it. I picked up a red plum from the small table on the couch , leisurely popped it into my mouth, and then slowly savored it with my eyes half-closed. "Bang!" The door was pushed open forcefully. "Mother, what's wrong with you today?" I didn't need to turn around to know that it was my mother who had entered. Mother sat down angrily next to me. She patted her chest with her delicate white hand holding a silk handkerchief, and then began to angrily curse, "It's all because of that little slut! Tch! Shameless, vile wretch!" "How did she offend Mother?" Actually, there was no need to ask. I knew that this matter must be related to my father again. Actually, my mother is kind-hearted. Her only flaw is that she's too straightforward and often can't keep her thoughts to herself, which easily offends people. But even so, she's remained successful in the household for over ten years. I've thought about the reason for this for over a decade, and even though it's almost driven me crazy, I still can't figure it out. "That little slut actually asked Master to serve her food in front of everyone at the table, and Master didn't even get angry and actually did it!" Her eyes were red with jealousy. "Mother, what's there to be angry about?" I leaned over and patted her back, speaking softly. "Whether this is a blessing or a curse is still unknown." "Master spoils her rotten, how could it be a curse?" I gently shook my head, reminding her, "Don't you know who Father is?" How could a woman easily manipulate that arrogant man? "Daughter, you mean..." My mother's eyes lit up. I quickly covered my mother's cherry lips and whispered in her ear, "Mother, it's enough to understand this in your heart." "Mm." My mother nodded, her smile returning. "Mother, I want to go out and play..." I leaned against her, shaking her hand and pleading. "Didn't you just go out the day before yesterday?" My mother gently tapped my head affectionately. "Mother, you know that was the day before yesterday. I was a good girl at home yesterday. Please let me go out today." "Alright, alright. Don't shake me anymore. If you keep shaking me like this, you'll shake my bones apart!" My mother smiled and turned back. "I'll do as you say, but you have to come back early, okay?" "I know, Mother. I knew you loved me the most!" I happily hugged my mother's neck. "Silly child, you are my only daughter. If I don't love you, who else will I love?" My mother lovingly patted my little hands that were wrapped around her neck. "Thank you, Mother." I quickly kissed my mother on the cheek, then jumped off the soft couch, put on my shoes, and ran towards the door without pausing for a moment. "Don't let anyone see you. Go out through the back door." "Yes, Mother—" I replied, my figure already far away. Chapter 002 Turbulence in the Brothel In this life, my name is Baili Shu, a name given to me by my mother. As for my father, I have only glimpsed him a few times from afar. "Miss, Miss, you've finally come out today?" Fei Shao interrupted my reverie. "Did something happen at the shop?" I frowned. When did Fei Shao become so impulsive? "Miss, two young masters came today. They got into a fight over a disagreement, destroyed our main entrance and several private rooms upstairs, and scared away dozens of customers..." Fei Shao listed the shop's losses for the day. “Just tell them to pay up.” “But the problem is they won’t pay anyone! And they’re not people we ordinary folks can afford to offend…” Fei Shao said, head down, eyes fixed on his toes. “Oh?” A formidable character? I pondered, guessing, “They wouldn’t happen to be some princes from some royal family… would they?” “Miss is amazing! They are the princes from the Imperial Prince’s Mansion and the Qin Prince’s Mansion…” Fei Shao chuckled inwardly, secretly pleased. His young lady’s use of the word “maybe” was brilliant. “Bastard, bastard,” how nice that sounds. “Lead the way.” I perked up; it had been so long since I’d been out causing any trouble, I was practically bursting with boredom. “Yes, Miss.” Fei Shao quickly stepped over the small railing beside him and led me upstairs. ** Following Fei Shao into the teahouse’s private room, I saw two impeccably dressed, handsome young noblemen staring at each other, wide-eyed. The current emperor is governing the country quite well—the harvests are plentiful, and the people live in peace. This is the capital city, so there shouldn't be any overbearing behavior here. That's why I dared to face them so boldly. "You destroyed my shop. Tell me, how should you compensate me?" I didn't mince words and went straight to the point. "He smashed more, so he should pay." The man in dark blue arrogantly pointed to the man in red sitting opposite him. The man in red glared at him coldly, picked up his teacup, and slowly sipped his tea. He ignored my presence. I didn't care and elegantly looked around, then slowly said, "Three main doors, five private rooms, a total of twenty taels of silver." They were all young masters from wealthy families; this amount of money was nothing to them. What they couldn't let go of was their pride. "Fei Shao, who do you think broke that main door?" I asked, pointing to the door on the right. "Miss, it was Yu Xiao Wang who broke it," Fei Shao cleverly replied. "Such a sturdy door was so easily broken by Young Master Yu, truly a young hero. But since it was Young Master Yu who broke it, then it is Young Master Yu who should compensate." Seeing that neither of them spoke, I knew they had agreed. So, I asked again, "What about the other door?" "The other door is..." Miss is truly amazing! He Fei Shao had to admire her wholeheartedly. First praise, then demand compensation, not only did she not embarrass them, but she also gave them the title of hero. They had no choice but to pay. ** "Is that all?" The man in white leaned against the window and said boredly, even though he wanted to watch for a while. "Is that girl the owner of this shop?" another man said with interest. Baili Qing smiled and raised an eyebrow, "Probably, she seems quite experienced." It's truly astonishing that a little girl of only thirteen or fourteen years old can be so experienced. Xiahou Xiao's eyes lit up with a smile. "I've been so bored lately, this little one's arrived just in time." "Judging by her physique, I wonder if she's fully developed yet?" A baby doesn't feel very appealing. "We'll have to try to find out." Xiahou Xiao elegantly sipped his tea, then changed the subject. "I heard one of your concubines asked you to serve her food this morning?" "You're such a boring emperor," Baili Qing smiled, flicking a non-existent speck of dust from her fingertips.

"How could I miss such a wonderful thing as making Qingxiao pick up food?" He had always wanted to know who in the world could move the peerless Baili Qingxiao. It was just a pity that no woman had such ability so far.

"Women are just overestimating themselves. Why don't they just obediently wait to be favored? Instead, they think about impossible things. In the end, they just throw their lives away." Baili Qingxiao said disdainfully.

"Sometimes it's quite fun to watch them fight." He watched it every day, and his mood improved a lot.

Xiahou Xiao stood up and glanced at the 'battlefield' outside that had stopped. He curled his lips and said with a faint smile, "It would be quite fun to bring such a girl into the palace, wouldn't it?"

"I hope you can hold out for a while this time."

"For a while? We'll see how capable she is." Xiahou Xiao turned around and smiled wickedly.

Chapter 003 Imperial Affairs (1)

"Your Majesty, we have found that woman." A person knelt down and said.

"Hmm." Xiahou Xiao turned his head slightly and looked at the person.

"That woman has entered the Baili Manor."

"The Baili Manor?" Xiahou Xiao glanced at Baili Qingxiao, then said to the man, "Alright, you may leave."

"Yes." The man left without raising his head.

"Qingxiao, that woman is…" Xiahou Xiao turned and sat down on the couch.

"…" Baili Qingxiao frowned slightly, "I've never seen her before."

"Oh." Xiahou Xiao sighed and said, "If that woman is one of your concubines, then so be it."

Baili Qingxiao raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Concubine? That's unlikely, I've never had that habit." He couldn't muster any interest in underdeveloped little girls. "Qingxiao,

are you mocking me?" Xiahou Xiao exerted a subtle pressure.

"No, I just don't understand what's fun about little girls? They have no curves, and their small, weak bodies would probably break if you broke them." Just thinking about it made him uncomfortable; how could he be interested in playing with them? (Commercial break: Still using your hands? How can that be enjoyable?) Forum reputation guaranteed! A healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser with a realistic oral sex experience is highly recommended! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, experience intense pleasure! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

"Changing things up occasionally is a kind of enjoyment. If you don't like it, just pack it up and give it to me." He had never seen such a clever girl before; the allure in her narrowed eyes was so captivating.

"Oh, when did the emperor become a ragpicker?" The word 'rare' sounded strange coming from the emperor.

"Heh, who would have thought that the sage Baili Qingxiao actually sees women as rags?" If the world knew, countless hearts would be broken. However—

in people's hearts, the great sage who disregarded imperial power and risked his life for the people was probably a god, not a human.

"Isn't this all a play you directed?" Baili Qingxiao pouted; he had never wanted the title of sage.

"Isn't it because I want to leave a mark on history for you?" Qingxiao has done a lot for his country, so it is only right that he should leave a mark on history for him.

"I don't care about words on paper." He, Baili Qingxiao, only cares about his life before he dies.

"Haha, that's bold enough, Qingxiao. Only you in this world don't care about such fame." Knowing his personality, he rarely guarded against him. This rare guarding has instead made him a legend in the hearts of the people.

Perhaps only Baili Qingxiao can make an emperor feel so at ease. Is it because he is skilled? Or is he, the emperor, too wise? There are many opinions in the world, but he does not comment.

Chapter 004 The Emperor's Affairs (2)

"Master." The man wearing a light orange robe bowed to Baili Qingxiao.

"You found out?" Even if he has great power, he cannot delay the woman the emperor wants.

"I found out, that, that girl is..." Gong Fu said hesitantly.

"Who?" Baili Qingxiao frowned, displeased with Gong Fu's hesitation.

"It's Miss Shu." Gong Fu went all out, but he dared not call her "eldest daughter"—he wouldn't dare use that title without his master's permission.

"Miss Shu?" He couldn't recall having such a daughter.

"She's the second madam's daughter..." Gong Fu reminded him, lowering his gaze.

Baili Qingxiao searched his memory, remembering that the night before he left that year, he had asked Bi Ying to stay with him. Because he was in a hurry to leave the next day, he forgot to order someone to bring her 'fertility soup'...

When he returned a year later, she had already given birth two months prior. Since she had already given birth, he didn't dwell on it too much, after all, Bi Ying was very much favored at the time.

Perhaps he hadn't taken it to heart; over the years, he had almost forgotten that he had such a daughter.

"Well, go and call her to see me."

"Yes." Gong Fu quickly withdrew.

**

Father called me today? I can't believe it, is it really Father? Father called me...

My heart is pounding, my palms are sweating. Oh my god, I'm about to see my father...

uh, wait, that's not right! It's my father who's about to see me.

I've actually been secretly watching my father from afar all along...

"Father." That's how I should call him, right? Although it sounded a little awkward, I still managed to say it.

"..." Baili Qingxiao turned around, stunned for a moment. She really did look just like Bi Ying.

That day at Huiyou Tower, he hadn't really looked at her properly, otherwise he wouldn't be so surprised now.

Was... was I calling her the wrong thing? The silk handkerchief in my hand was twisted so badly it was a mess.

"Sit down." He glanced at the silk handkerchief in my hand.

"Thank you, Father..." Would he allow me to address him like that?

"..." He sat down quietly, lowered his head, picked up his teacup, and took a sip, without looking at me again.

I lowered my head somewhat dejectedly and gently sat down on the large vermilion chair opposite my father. I exuded the demeanor of a well-bred lady; perhaps this, perhaps this was the only way to win my father's favor.

"Don't be so formal." He looked up at me, smiling gently.

"Yes..." I nodded slightly, even though I'm usually eloquent, I didn't know what to say at this moment.

It was nervousness, excitement, and the joy of having my wish fulfilled.

"How old is Shu'er this year?" Seeing that she still looked like a stick, if his memory served him right, she should be thirteen. It's normal for a girl born into an ordinary family to not have developed by the age of thirteen, but she was born into a wealthy family. Why was this? Was she not being fed well?

Thinking of this, he felt a little unhappy. Although he didn't remember this daughter, since she was his child, she had the right to enjoy the riches of this world!

"Shu'er is thirteen this year." Shu'er? Shu'er? The words "Shu'er" sounded so beautiful and moving when spoken by my father...

"Shu'er often goes out of the manor?"

My father found out that she was going out of the manor? Was he looking for her... to interrogate her? What happened that made my father come to interrogate me?

"I don't leave the manor often, only occasionally once or twice," I replied cautiously, my head bowed.

"Really? Just going out once or twice? Shu'er, you're quite capable! Just going out once or twice and you've managed to open such a large restaurant—and one that's famous throughout the entire capital." Father went straight to the point.

Hearing this, I was so shocked I almost dropped the handkerchief in my hand. How did Father know?

Seeing my face full of doubt, Father explained, "You caught the eye of the current emperor at the restaurant."

The emperor? No way? So it's true that emperors in novels like to frequent restaurants?

"With your background, you might be able to become a concubine or something if you enter the palace." The Baili family isn't an ordinary family; if Xiahou Xiao wants to return, the requirements for her status can't be low.

"Father, are you asking me to enter the palace?" I raised an eyebrow and said, my anger bringing my agitated heart back to normal.

What should I do? I don't want to enter the palace! Think...

think carefully about how to refuse it...

The contrast in my tone made Baili Qingxiao look up at Baili Shu.

"Father, have you thought about something?" I smiled.

"Oh, what is it?" This little kid is indeed his offspring—his expression changes so quickly.

"The highest rise must fall!" I slowly uttered these words. In my past life, I wasn't good at many things, but I had read a lot about history, and such things had happened before.

Baili Qingxiao was shocked. What did a little kid know about the saying "the highest rise must fall"?

"Father, if I become an imperial concubine, our family's status will inevitably rise even higher. A high status isn't bad, but it's easy to attract the displeasure of those in power..." I sighed and said, "What woman in this world doesn't yearn to become an imperial concubine?"

My eyes instantly welled up with tears, and I gently looked up at my father, saying, "Of course, Shu'er wants to enter the palace, but Shu'er has never dared to forget that she is a daughter of the Baili family. And daughters of the Baili family are destined not to become imperial concubines..." If they did, it would be the time for the Baili family to decline...

My father looked deeply into my eyes, sitting quietly, just as he had at the beginning...

I had never seen a man who could be so handsome even when sitting quietly.

Still as elegant as bamboo, swift as the wind…

it's her temperament, her charm.

“You may leave now,” her father suddenly said.

Uh, leave? What was the result?

...

Chapter 005 Silent Devotion (1)

The moonlight filled the courtyard. Under the blossoming trees with falling flowers, a woman held a jade flute in her slender hand and played a melodious tune. The wind blew and messed up her beautiful hair...

Bai Li Pei Jing quietly walked forward and hugged the woman, smoothing her long hair that had been messed up by the wind. He smiled and said, "Sister, have you been thinking about your brother these past few days?"

I turned around and saw that it was my brother. My eyes lit up with joy. I turned around and hugged my brother's waist. I asked with a smile, "Brother, weren't you supposed to come back the day after tomorrow? Why did you come back so early?"

"It was supposed to be the day after tomorrow. I rushed back a day early." My brother cupped my cheeks and gently stroked them. "Sister, you've lost a little weight."

"Hehe, you've only been gone for five days. Even if I didn't eat or drink, I wouldn't lose weight so much that you would notice." I pouted and teased my brother for his fuss.

"How could I not notice?" My brother grasped my chin and murmured, "Your little chin has become a bit more pointed."

"Oh? Really? Ah! Does that mean I've become prettier?" I winked at my brother playfully.

"You little rascal!" My brother chuckled and tapped my forehead, gently saying, "In my heart, you'll always be the most beautiful. So you don't need to look for beauty anymore."

"People say, 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.' How come it's become 'Beauty is in my eyes' for you? You're too protective of your sister." I shook my head and sighed, teasing my brother.

"What people say isn't wrong, it's just that it's a little different for you." My brother smiled with lowered eyes.

"Hehe, I know you've always been good to me." I hugged my brother tightly, all my endless gratitude poured into that embrace. "If it weren't for you, brother, how could my life be so comfortable?" Being able to freely leave the manor, freely open a shop, freely roam in this ancient world—it's all thanks to this brother. I often think that having such a wonderful brother in this life must be the result of my good deeds in a past life.

Baili Peijing silently tightened his arms, holding the little girl in his embrace tightly. If one day she knew what kind of feelings he had always held for her, would she still be so grateful to him?

"Brother, what's wrong?" I asked with concern when I saw my brother's worried face.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something. I heard someone report that there was trouble at Xuan Yue Tower a few days ago?" My brother frowned.

"Yes, it was the two young princes from the Yu Wang Mansion and the Qin Wang Mansion causing trouble." I nodded and answered my brother.

"Brother will never let such things happen again." My brother took my little hand and walked towards the pavilion with its fluttering gauze.

"Uh, brother, when you run a shop, it's inevitable that some people will cause trouble. You don't need to be so nervous." I quickly replied. Just kidding! If brother stops some people, then won't I miss out on some excitement?

“This isn’t up to you. If something like this happens again, and I’m not around, wouldn’t that put you in danger?” My brother lifted the hem of his robe and sat on the round stone chair, his hands encircling my waist, pulling me into his embrace.

“Hmph, don’t give me that! Don’t think I don’t know I have many of my men in Xuan Yue Tower.” And that’s just the ones on the surface; who knows how many more are lurking in the shadows.

“Even if there are, I’m still not at ease!” My brother murmured, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Even if there are? Hmph, there are clearly many!” I glared at my brother angrily.

“My little sister is incredibly clever; nothing I do can satisfy her.” My brother smiled, his eyes crinkling.

“Yes, of course!” I nodded smugly. Although my body is only thirteen years old, my mind contains knowledge from my past life; it would be quite difficult not to be clever. “

Oh

ho

...

He had painstakingly hidden her for over a decade, not even letting her see his own father, but in the end, he couldn't hide it any longer…

“Brother?!” I was startled by the sinister look on my brother's face.

Oh no! How did he reveal his secret to Shu'er?

“Shu’er spoke well to Father.” He hugged the lovely girl in his arms tightly, immediately diverting her attention. “Luckily, Shu’er is clever and knows how to handle things.”

“But Father hasn’t given me an answer yet.” Just thinking about how I would one day share a husband with many women sent a chill down my spine.

“Shu’er, are you cold?” My brother’s hands covered my small hands, gently stroking them back and forth.

“Brother, I’m not cold, I’m just scared.” I pouted and murmured.

“It’s alright, even if the sky were to fall, your brother would hold it up for you.” My brother smiled.

“Brother! I’m not joking. He’s the emperor, the Son of Heaven of our dynasty! The Son of Heaven. Whoever the Son of Heaven wants is just a matter of a word!” I turned my head away, suppressing my voice as I growled, my eyes fixed on my brother. But as I looked, I became captivated by my brother…

His face was slender and handsome, his chin sharp and delicate, his nose high and straight like a mountain. His features were so perfect that he seemed otherworldly. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, 'My brother has grown up so much!'

'Hehe, Shu'er, you're drooling!' My brother laughed heartily, then said confidently, 'Shu'er, you must trust your brother.'

'Yes, okay. I believe my brother will protect me!' I nodded and smiled, my eyes shining like stars.

'Hehe~~you!' My brother affectionately tapped my nose with his jade-like finger, then chuckled along with my laughter…

**

'Father, it's so late, why aren't you resting yet?' Bai Lipei stepped gracefully into his father's study, closing the door behind him.

The man at the desk, dressed in a silver brocade robe, had a handsome profile that appeared even more profound and gentle in the bright candlelight. His dark eyes, brimming with wisdom, slightly lifted as he closed the account book in his hand and smiled, "It's Jing'er."

"Yes. I saw the light in Father's study was still on, so I came to check." Bai Lipei Jing walked past the desk piled high with accounts and chose the wooden round chair closest to Bai Li Qingxiao to sit down.

"Father, is something troubling you?" Bai Lipei Jing asked tentatively.

"Yes!" Bai Li Qingxiao responded, then said, "A few days ago, the Emperor took a fancy to a woman."

Bai Li Qingxiao paused slightly before continuing, "If this woman were anyone else, it would be easy to handle, but she happens to be my daughter, Bai Li Qingxiao's daughter!"

"The woman Father is referring to?" Bai Lipei Jing asked calmly, but who knew that his fists, hidden beneath his robes, were already clenched white? How could he allow anyone else to covet his Shu'er!

“She’s Bi Yingsheng’s.” He sighed softly. “If it weren’t for this matter, I would have completely forgotten that I had such a daughter.”

“Second Aunt’s daughter? If Father hadn’t mentioned it, I would have forgotten that Aunt had a daughter.” Bai Li Peijing calmly raised his eyes and said, “Then how does Father intend to handle this matter?”

“She carries the blood of our Baili family.” Baili Qingxiao closed his eyes slightly and said, “Being born my daughter is her good fortune.”

“Father, have you met her?” Bai Li Peijing poured Baili Qingxiao a cup of tea and asked casually.

“I met her a few days ago. At least she didn’t disgrace the reputation of our Baili family.” Baili Qingxiao took the teacup and took a sip.

“Father, did you test her?” Bai Li Peijing asked with great interest.

"I deliberately told her that the Emperor had taken a liking to her, and intentionally implied that with our family background, she could become a Noble Consort as soon as she entered the palace. If she were more cunning, perhaps she could even become Empress with the power of the Baili family. Jing'er, guess how she answered in the end?" Bai Liqing smiled and asked lightly.

His Shu'er was the most special person in the world, and no one knew that better than him!

Bai Lipei lowered his eyebrows, pretended to think for a few moments, and replied, "Which woman in the world doesn't covet such a position? But judging from your praise of her, Father, she must have refused."

"Hmm." Bai Liqing smiled and nodded after hearing this, then looked up at the candlelight and said, "She said the words 'When things reach their peak, they decline'!" He was truly shocked that a girl of only thirteen years old could know the weight of those four words.

"What an amazing little girl, but I'm curious what would happen to her if she hadn't passed Father's test?" Bai Lipei raised his eyes.

"Of course, it's best to eliminate her. This way, we can give Xiahou Xiao a satisfactory explanation without bringing trouble to the Baili family," Bai Liqing replied casually.

Hearing his father utter the word "eliminate," Bai Lipei Jing's body stiffened involuntarily. Whether his Shu'er was intelligent or not, it wouldn't diminish his love for her in the slightest.

"Jing'er, what's wrong?" Bai Liqing Xiao was a shrewd man; how could he not notice his son's stiffness?

Bai Lipei quickly composed himself and replied, "Father, don't worry about me too much. I just came in from outside, and the temperature difference is too great, which is why I have some discomfort. It's so late, Father, you should go and rest. I'm willing to share some of the things you can't finish with tomorrow."

"It seems my Jing'er has grown up." Bai Liqing smiled slightly. "It's getting late, you should go back and rest first. I'll rest a little longer."

"Okay. Then Jing'er will take his leave." Bai Lipei stood up, bowed slightly, and withdrew.

As soon as he left Bai Liqing's study, Bai Lipei went straight to Bai Lishu's courtyard again...

**

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Chapter 007 A Growing Gap in the Heart (1)

The morning was quiet, and the air was a little cold.

"Miss, Miss!" Qin'er nudged my sleeping body.

I groggily opened my eyes and saw Qin'er standing anxiously in front of my bed, looking at me intently.

I frowned and waved in her direction, muttering, "Qin'er, it's still so early... let me sleep a little longer!"

"No! Miss, get up quickly." Seeing that I was awake, Qin'er immediately pulled off my blankets, grabbed my arm, and dragged me up, then deftly began to dress me.

I pouted, my eyes still blurry, and complained indistinctly, "Qin'er, it's just dawn, past Yin Shi (3-5 AM), not until Mao Shi (5-7 AM). Why are you in such a hurry to get me up?"

"Miss, I don't have time to talk to you now. This morning, Master sent someone to tell you to come over for breakfast!" Qin'er said nervously.

"Master? Who is that?" My head was still foggy from just waking up, and I couldn't quite process the word 'Master' that Qin'er was referring to.

"Miss!" Qin'er said angrily, "Your father wants you to come over for breakfast."

My mind snapped back to reality. I sat up abruptly, gripping Qin'er's arm tightly, and demanded, "Wh-what? Qin'er, what did you just say?"

"Ah! Miss, you're hurting me!" Qin'er struggled to pry my ten little fingers off her slender arm, staring excitedly into my eyes as she said, "Your father wants you to come over and have breakfast with them." This was a momentous event! It meant that Master was about to acknowledge Miss!

"My father wants me to come over and have breakfast with them..." I stood frozen on the bed, unable to believe it was true. My mind went completely blank...

My father wants me to eat with them?

"Oh dear! My good lady, what are you standing there for? Get up!" Qin'er hurriedly grabbed my arm and dragged me to the edge of the bed, then bent down to help me put on my pink embroidered shoes.

Before I could come to my senses, she had already pressed me to the dressing table and was busily dressing me.

Soon, her skillful hands had styled my extremely long black hair into a beautiful bun. Then she took a pink hairpin from a hairpin box engraved with flowing cloud patterns and inserted it into my hair…

**

Qin'er and I walked through the lush garden, past the secluded path with its deep green bamboo, and slowly entered the dining hall of the Baili Mansion.

I nervously took small, delicate steps, stopping a meter away from the large round table, and bowed, saying, "Daughter greets Father, Mother, and Madam!" Since he had invited me to dinner, he must have acknowledged me as his daughter. Calling him Father… shouldn't be… okay?

I had been longing to be called that for so long…

Father said gently, “Shu’er is here. Come and eat.”

Hearing that Father didn’t reject my address, my heart trembled with excitement. I controlled my trembling voice and answered clearly and gently, “Yes.”

I looked up and saw an empty seat next to Mother, which must have been reserved for me.

I lowered my eyes and slowly walked over, quietly sitting down next to Mother.

Mother patted my little hand on my knee with excitement, her joy evident.

Suddenly, I heard Father say again, “Shu’er, don’t be so reserved.”

“Yes,” I replied, slowly picking up my chopsticks. Looking at the various dishes on the vermilion round table, there were twenty dishes in total, some I recognized and some I didn’t. Among them were famous dishes from my past life, such as "Fish-flavored Shredded Pork," "Dry-fried Shark Fin," "Double Crispy Soup," "Roasted Prawns," "Sweet and Sour Yellow River Carp," "Clear Soup Bird's Nest," "Duck Wrapped in Shark Fin," "Squirrel-shaped Mandarin Fish," and "Salted Duck"...

I usually eat light meals for breakfast, and I didn't know if I could eat such a sumptuous breakfast!

I awkwardly picked up my chopsticks, unsure where to begin, when my mother placed some dishes in the celadon bowl in front of me.

I quietly looked up at my mother and saw her gesturing with her eyes for me to eat quickly.

I lowered my eyes, picked up my chopsticks, and slowly began to eat the dishes my mother had given me.

Apart from the occasional clinking of bowls and chopsticks, there was no other sound in the air. The ancients believed in "not speaking while eating or sleeping." But for someone as unrestrained as me, this was undoubtedly torture. Not to mention that everyone at the table, except for my mother and brother, were strangers to me!

Although I was happy that my father had invited me to eat, the thought of having to face such a depressing scene in the future made me uneasy. A sense of unease crept into my heart.

After about ten minutes, my eyes began to drift uncontrollably towards my father's seat.

To his left sat my beloved older brother, and to his right sat a girl roughly my age—my half-sister, Baili Yanran.

Her face was radiant, her skin as white as snow, her eyebrows arched like paintings, and her eyes sparkled like stars. Beneath her straight nose was a small mouth, the corners of which turned up slightly, carrying a mischievous smile. When she whispered sweet nothings in my father's ear, two deep dimples appeared charmingly on her oval face.

Her slender hands, resting against my father's ear, were as white and translucent as jade. At

such a young age, she had already blossomed into an ethereal beauty, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns. No wonder my father doted on her so much. Anyone who saw such a beauty would feel tenderness and affection.

I don't know what she said to her father, but he smiled and affectionately patted her cheek, saying, "Don't be naughty during meals!"

Father could be so loving! I felt a pang of jealousy. If only, if only Father could treat me like that someday!

In ancient times, men married and had children early. Father married the daughter of Prince Chen—his first wife—when he was fifteen. When he was sixteen, his first wife gave birth to his exceptionally handsome older brother. This year, his brother is eighteen. And Father is only thirty-four.

But then again, although Father is thirty-four, his appearance hasn't changed at all since then.

I remember when this body was six years old, I secretly hid behind the rockery in the garden to spy on Father, and he looked just like that. At that time, his features were serene, his clothes spotless, making him appear otherworldly…

He was leisurely sitting in a garden pavilion draped with purple gauze, wearing a silver-white robe, gentle, noble, calm, and elegant, sitting gracefully in the pavilion nestled among the willows, slowly sipping his tea, his gaze lingering on the shimmering pond beside the pavilion…

From that moment on, my father's image was etched into my mind…

“Hey! Why are you staring straight at Father?” Baili Yanran pouted, glaring at me with annoyance.

Her shout filled the air with awkwardness; everyone stopped eating and stared at me.

I blushed with embarrassment. As always, whenever I encountered a problem, my first thought was to turn to my brother. But this time, he only gave me a cold glance before lowering his head to pick up his chopsticks again.

My heart suddenly turned cold. For a moment, I couldn't accept that my brother, who doted on and protected me, would look at me with such a cold gaze...

I refused to believe it; I must have been mistaken. I stubbornly stared at him, but he didn't look up at me again...

Finally, my mother broke the tense silence, "Yanran, don't be angry. Shu'er was just happy to see Master and that's why she stared at him so intently."

At this moment, my brother looked up, his eyes coldly fixed on my mother, and said, "Second Aunt, shut up! You can't call Yanran by her given name." In the Yangyu Dynasty, concubines were merely servants who didn't have to do any work, so naturally, they had no right to call the children of the principal wife by their names.

Brother?! I stared at him in disbelief.

"Yan'er, Jing'er, let it go since it's their first offense," my aunt said slowly.

My mother bowed and smiled apologetically, "Thank you for your kindness, Madam." Before

she finished speaking, "Bang!" Bai Li Yanran slammed her chopsticks down on her blue-and-white porcelain bowl, complaining, "Why are you glaring at my brother now? He's not wrong! What kind of expression is that? A concubine's daughter is truly unfit for such a situation!"

I was about to retort, but my mother pressed down on my hands, which were resting on my knees.

My mother quickly lowered her head, apologizing hastily, "Yes! Yes! Miss is right. I will definitely discipline her properly when we get back."

"Alright, Yan'er. Don't talk too much while eating," my aunt's calm voice came again.

I heard Bai Li Yanran snort, glare at me again, then sit up straight and pick up her chopsticks to eat.

I grasped my mother's soft hand that was pressing down on mine, and my throat suddenly ached. I was so useless, causing my mother to be implicated and reduced to such a lowly state.

Finally, I understood why my mother, with her straightforward personality, was able to survive in the deep confines of the mansion. It turned out that my mother's straightforwardness was only revealed in front of me.

I've always known that to survive in the deep confines of ancient mansions, besides having a clever mind, one must also have a patient and tolerant nature.

I used to be quite proud of being a 'modern person' from a modern society that advocates equality for all. Little did I know that was only when nothing happened. Once trouble struck, my impulsive nature would crumble. If my mother hadn't intervened today, I don't know what I would have done! I don't know how I would have handled the aftermath…

But I also saw my father's attitude towards us. Baili Yanran dared to insult my mother and me in front of him only with his tacit approval.

In other words, if my father hadn't allowed it, she wouldn't have dared to treat us like that.

Since my father doesn't care about me, his daughter, why did he invite me to dine with him? Not only did I get a false sense of joy, but I also ended up with a miserable, humiliated end…

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A few words of rambling:

Because "A Woman Disguised as a Man Rules the World" is a paid novel, I'll use the ramblings from that novel here.

After reading so much about cross-dressing, attentive readers must have noticed that the male protagonists address the female protagonists differently.

Yan Ye calls Xiao Ran "Xiao Ran". He calls her that because he hopes Xiao Ran will smile and be cheerful. (Mentioned in the cross-dressing text)

Xian Hui and Luo Yue call Xiao Ran "Ran'er". They use one character to express intimacy.

Feng Shanghu calls Xiao Ran "Xiao Ran" to avoid suspicion.

Their different ways of addressing Xiao Ran reveal their personalities. This is my original intention in writing this. However, because my writing style is not very good, there are some things I have not been able to express.

Also, if any of these characters call each other by the wrong name in the text, such as Yan Ye calling Xiao Ran "Ran'er", then it is my mistake. If anyone sees this, please help me find it when you have time.

The fact that I can continue writing cross-dressing stories is all thanks to everyone's support for Yueya. Yueya thanks everyone here.

Chapter 008 A Growing Gap in the Heart (2)

A gentle breeze blows, and the hanging gauze sways lightly. Sunlight filtered through the red gauze, bathing the pavilion in a magnificent hue.

I lay limply on the stone table, listlessly picking up a soft, pastry and putting it in my mouth, gently nibbling.

Suddenly, familiar footsteps approached. I froze, placing the pastry back on the plate.

"Shu'er..." my brother called softly, bending down and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

I slowly pulled his arms away, stood up, and walked straight out of the pavilion, but before I could take a few steps, my brother grabbed my arm.

“Shu’er…” My brother murmured softly, his voice filled with a captivating sigh. He turned me to face him, his hands tracing my face with a passionate caress, cupping my cheeks and gently rubbing my soft skin with his thumbs. “Shu’er, why did you leave as soon as you saw your brother today?”

I pulled his hands away from my cheeks, forcing a smile, and said to him, “Young Master, please visit this place less often in the future, lest you tire your feet.”

My brother’s smile froze instantly. He moved his lips and smiled gently at me again, “Shu’er, are you angry with your brother?”

“This servant wouldn’t dare! If Young Master has nothing else, please allow this servant to take her leave.” I said softly, head bowed.

The smile on my brother's face was completely swallowed by coldness. "Who told you to use the words 'servant' and 'young master'?"

I lowered my head and replied, "Last night, Mother spent the whole night teaching me, so I finally know what 'honor and disrespect' means. Before, I was a 'servant' who didn't know the rules. If I offended you, please forgive me, young master."

"Shu'er, are

you resentful that your brother scolded your mother at breakfast yesterday?" I was furious! 'Scolded'? My brother actually used those two adjectives? My heart was instantly swallowed by disappointment.

"Shu'er wouldn't dare. It was Mother and I who confused the proper order first. Young master's 'scolding' was not wrong."

"Shu'er, you're clearly trying to anger your brother!" My brother frowned. "What you did yesterday was just a preemptive strike to shut others up." That woman was too careless with her words. If he didn't speak up, others would definitely. If others really spoke up, who knows what kind of situation it would lead to!

The concept of 'hierarchy' in this world is many times stronger than in the ancient society of my previous life. I've been here for over ten years, so of course I understand this, but the fact that my brother reacted to my mother's slip of the tongue so quickly shows... in his heart... this concept of hierarchy is deeply ingrained.

Under such a concept, in his heart... am I merely a lowly plaything for his idle moments?

What 'sister' and 'brother'! In formal settings, even his gaze towards me is icy, let alone acknowledging me as his sister? This also shows that our private 'brother' and 'sister' relationship holds no importance in his heart at all. Only a fool like me would think that he values our sibling affection as much as I do!

I glanced coldly at the willow branches rustling in the wind and said indifferently, "Thank you for protecting me, 'Young Master,' I will forever remember this—ah!" Before I could finish speaking, my brother grabbed my arms with both hands, causing pain.

Her words, laced with "servant" and "young master," pierced his heart with sharp pain!

He looked at her with anguish and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Shu'er, you should know what kind of person your brother is usually. Yet you deliberately used such a small matter to upset him. What exactly is your brother to you?"

He hadn't shown her any affection in the main hall because he had hidden too many things from their father to protect Shu'er. If his father knew he was hiding things from him, it would inevitably cause resentment. This would be a major obstacle to his future prospects and career. For the sake of future interests, he could only endure it. So, yesterday morning, when Shu'er was being bullied by his sister, he could only restrain himself from standing up for Shu'er. He thought that with Shu'er's intelligence, she would understand his forbearance, but he never expected it to have such serious consequences!

I smiled bitterly, my throat tightening with a cold laugh. In his eyes, I had become an unreasonable person again? So I stopped pretending to be submissive. I'm a straightforward person by nature, and I can't wear a mask for long. I said bluntly, "Time will tell. Even if you treat me very well on ordinary days, when I'm in trouble, you not only ignore me but also coldly watch me being ridiculed and humiliated..." I sniffed and continued, "You can't see into someone's heart. How could I possibly know what kind of person you are?"

"Ridiculed and humiliated?" He frowned. "I didn't know you took this so seriously!" Shu'er had used such a serious word to describe it.

He sighed softly and slowly explained, "These kinds of things often happen in aristocratic families. This isn't a big deal at all! Now that Father has found out, you'll have to face these things often in the future." It was such a small matter. He didn't understand why Shu'er was making such a fuss about it.

"A small matter? Your dignity has been trampled on, and you call that a small matter?" I angrily shook off his hands and ran out of the pavilion.

My brother hurriedly chased after me again and grabbed my arm once more. "We've been close since childhood, and I thought you knew me well."

"Young Master, please let go! This servant is of lowly status and unworthy to associate with you. Please don't come to my place again in the future. If Father finds out, it will affect my brother's future and career!" I'm not stupid. Although I didn't live long in my previous life, I've experienced two lives, and I can see things clearly. My actions today were partly to vent my dissatisfaction with my brother one last time, like a sister to her brother, and partly to deliberately pick a fight with him so that I could sever all ties between us.

Perhaps this brother is genuinely good to me, but he has too many concerns and ambitions.

So, I don't want to force anything. Since I'm not as important to him as those external things, I don't want this cheap affection he gives me...

Chapter 009 Clearing the Clouds

This is my fifth day having breakfast with the whole family in the dining hall.

I lowered my head, picked up my chopsticks, and slowly ate my breakfast.

Aside from the occasional clinking of bowls and chopsticks, there was no other sound in the air.

For the past few days, Baili Yanran hadn't bothered me for some reason. Although I was puzzled, I was happy to be free.

Thankfully, meals with this large family were only at breakfast (the other two meals were prepared by each person in their own courtyard). This rule suited me perfectly; if I had to eat so restrictively every day, I would eventually get sick.

"Shu'er, come on, eat!" Suddenly, my brother, for some reason, started frantically piling food onto my plate in front of everyone. His anxious, eager expression, trying to please me, terrified me! What was my brother doing?!

Seeing my father look up at him with a puzzled expression, my heart tightened. Although my father was gentle, he was also an extremely domineering person. If he knew that my brother had been keeping his closeness to me a secret, his affection for my brother would definitely diminish. Wouldn't that mean I was harming my brother?

So, I quickly came up with a clever idea and said, "Thank you, young master. It seems my 'Bamboo Leaf Green' really works." Because of the concept of hierarchy, I couldn't call him "brother" in formal settings.

"Shu'er?" My brother frowned slightly, his annoyance barely concealed.

I pinched a handkerchief to cover my lips and chuckled softly, speaking in a naive tone not out of place for my age, "If I had known that the Bamboo Leaf Green wine would make you treat me so well, I would have given it to you long ago."

Sure enough, my father raised an eyebrow and said, "Bamboo Leaf Green wine? What kind of wine is that?"

I looked up at my father and respectfully said, "Bamboo Leaf Green wine is a concoction I made while playing around. It's made from more than ten kinds of precious medicinal herbs. It has a pure and sweet taste and significant health benefits. If you like it, Father, I'll have someone send it over later." Because my father had a particular fondness for wine in my previous life, he was quite knowledgeable about it, and I naturally knew a little about it from his long-term exposure. A few days ago, I suddenly remembered this kind of wine and, on a whim, mixed it. Unexpectedly, the taste was just as good as the Bamboo Leaf Green Wine from my previous life, which made me quite proud for a while.

"Oh, Shu'er can brew wine?" Father turned his gaze to my brother.

My brother, after all, wasn't an ordinary eighteen-year-old boy; he quickly realized I was helping him out of trouble. He bowed to Father and said, "Father, the wine I brew is a clear, crystalline green, quite different from all the wines of our dynasty. Although it's not very strong, it has a fragrant aroma, a mild taste, and leaves one feeling refreshed and relaxed. I greatly admire this wine."

"Hearing Jing'er's high praise for this wine, I'm also intrigued to try it. Shu'er, send over a jar." Father nodded and said.

"Yes," I replied respectfully, bowing my head.

... White smoke curled from the openwork incense burner on the table inside, filling the room with a fragrant aroma...

My brother grabbed my waist, pulling me tightly into his arms, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "Shu'er, you forgive your brother?" I forcefully pulled his arms off my waist, turned to face him, and said angrily, "What are you doing today, brother? I thought you were mature and steady enough, how could you do something so foolish today?" "I'm sorry, Shu'er! I've made you worry," my brother said gently yet aggrievedly. "But Shu'er has been angry with you for five whole days, and I was so anxious that I couldn't think straight." Nothing in the world worried him more than Shu'er ignoring him. Looking at his suppressed grievances, I was stunned. I never knew my domineering and arrogant brother could have such an adorable expression. I couldn't help but burst into laughter, dissolving the barrier between us that had been there for days. After I finished laughing, I straightened up and turned my back to him, deliberately feigning anger, "I'm angry with you because in your heart... I'm just a 'lower class person,' perhaps not even worthy of your attention! You're the one who did wrong, so why are you blaming me now?" My brother hugged me from behind again, angrily saying, "In my heart, Shu'er has always been my one and only precious little sister. Shu'er, you must never say such hurtful and self-deprecating things again." After saying all this in one breath, my brother paused for a long time before continuing, "If I ever do anything wrong in the future, Shu'er, just tell me, and I will correct it immediately. So... little sister, please don't be angry with me like this anymore, okay?" How could she know how difficult his days had been during these times when she was angry with him? My brother's words made my eyes slightly moist. This silly brother! Am I really worth him protecting me like this, enduring so much grievance? I placed my hands on top of my brother's clasped hands, which were resting on my stomach. After several days of calm reflection, I finally understood the intricacies of the situation that had greatly angered me a few days ago. "Actually, your approach was correct, but at the time, I couldn't accept that you would coldly watch me being insulted without standing up for me. But these past few days, your sister hasn't bothered me anymore..." I paused, turned around, stood on tiptoe, and hooked my arm around my brother's neck before continuing, "Although I don't understand her reasons, I know that you must have done something behind the scenes to..." It would stop her from making things difficult for me. I finally realized that my brother wasn't unwilling to stand up for me; he just protected me in a more subtle way, making it impossible to detect. ...Now, thinking back, if my brother had stood up for me then, he might not have protected us much, but instead, he might have attracted a lot of jealousy, and Father might have disliked him. These multifaceted disadvantages were blinded by anger a few days ago, and I couldn't see the seriousness of the situation. When I finally understood things a few days later, I was too ashamed to beg for my brother's forgiveness, so..." My voice trailed off as I explained. I was extremely annoyed; I had lost face terribly this time. I couldn't even see something so obvious, and I had used it to hold a grudge against my brother for so many days! My brother smiled gently, cupping my face in his hands. "It's my fault for handling this poorly, causing you to misunderstand," he said. "It's all my fault for not considering your feelings. I promise I won't do it again..." My heart skipped a beat. He had already done so well, yet he still had to tolerate my tantrums. To have such a wonderful brother—I wonder what kind of good fortune I've accumulated in my past lives? ☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★ (Attached: [The Origin of Zhuyeqing Wine] - Source: Baidu)

Legend has it that long ago, Shanxi's wine merchants held an annual wine festival. On this day, the owners of wineries, large and small, would bring a jar of their newly brewed wine to the festival. The festival's chairman would preside over the tasting, and the wines would be ranked. There was one winery, a family business passed down through generations, whose wines never seemed to improve much each year. Every year at the Zhuyeqing wine festival, they consistently failed to win any awards.

This year, with the festival approaching, the owner instructed two young apprentices to prepare a jar of new wine to take to the occasion. The owner went ahead, telling his apprentices to follow. These two apprentices, having already figured out their boss's intentions, knew their wine was of poor quality and didn't want to embarrass themselves by delivering it too early. So, they dawdled until late morning before finally carrying the jar out the door.

It was an exceptionally hot day; the sun overhead blazed like a blazing fire. The two men, carrying a jar of wine, walked and walked, sweat pouring from their hair to their toes. Hot and thirsty, they reached a bamboo grove around midday. They decided to put the jar down in the grove to cool off and find a place to drink some water. They set down the jar and searched the hillsides, but alas! In this place, with no village in sight, finding even a small stream to drink from was difficult, let alone a house!

Returning to the bamboo grove, their eyes were fixed on the wine jar. Finding no water, they decided to drink some wine! But as soon as they lifted the lid, they were troubled again: the jar was full of wine, with no ladle or dipper, too heavy to lift, too heavy to put down—how were they going to drink it?

"Hey! I've got it!" The young man's eyes lit up. He casually plucked two large bamboo leaves from a mature bamboo stalk and said, "Let's make bamboo leaf cups!" He twisted the bamboo leaves into two small wine cups, and they drank from one cup to the other.

For a winemaker, drinking is like drinking water. Before they knew it, the two men had drunk almost half a jar. After finishing the wine, the sweat subsided, and their throats were no longer burning. But looking at the remaining wine in the jar, the two men were dumbfounded: only half a jar of wine remained. How were they going to explain this? The older man, however, was more resourceful: "Brother, let's carry it on our way. Our wine isn't very good anyway. When we get to a place with water, we can add some water, and you won't say a word, I won't say a word, and we'll get away with it."

The young man thought this made sense, so he and the older man carried the jar and set off. Not far along, they came upon a clump of lush green bamboo. Beside the bamboo were several large rocks, from which drips of clear water seeped, falling into a small puddle about the size of a palm at the base of the rocks. The two men, as if they had found a life-saving spring, quickly put down their wine jar, picked two bamboo leaves, twisted them into cups, and squatted by the puddle, taking turns adding water to the jar. Strangely enough, although the puddle was only the size of a palm, no matter how much they scooped, the water in the puddle never seemed to decrease. Soon, the jar was full, and they took a few sips, finding the spring water cool and sweet. Seeing that it was getting late, the two hurriedly lifted the wine jar and continued on their way.

Meanwhile, at the wine party, the chairman and the owners of various wineries exchanged toasts, tasting each other's new wines. Just as they were about to finish tasting, the two men, sweating profusely, carried the jar into the hall. The owner personally opened the jar, ladled out a bowl of wine, and respectfully presented it to the chairman of the banquet.

The chairman picked up the bowl, looked at the owner, smiled, and said, "The best show is the grand finale, and the best wine is the best wine. Today, I must taste your bowl of wine, sir. I'm sure you'll be the best!" He then burst into laughter, and all the wine merchants present joined in the chuckles.

Knowing that everyone was teasing him, the owner could only blush and say, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. This is just some humble village wine; I hope you will all honor me with your presence and offer your guidance." The chairman laughed again, "Oh, not at all, not at all. I'll take the first taste." As he spoke, he brought the bowl to his lips and took a small sip.

"Hmm?" The chairman of the banquet smacked his lips, glanced at the wine shop owner, then at the wine in the bowl, and after a long pause, said to the other wine shop owners, "Come, come, everyone, have a taste!" The bowl of wine was passed around among the owners; one took a sip and stuck out his tongue, another took a sip and widened his eyes, but no one dared to utter a sound. The two apprentices, seeing this, were afraid of being exposed and retreated in fear. The owner, watching this scene, didn't know what was going on. He felt uneasy and his body trembled. He quickly looked into the jar and saw that the wine was a clear, greenish-blue color, with an indescribable strong smell that irritated his nose! He cautiously scooped out half a bowl and tasted it himself. He was stunned: Ha! Is this my wine?

Before the boss could figure out what was going on, the chairman of the banquet stood up, glanced around the room, and asked, "Gentlemen, what do you think of this wine?"

"Excellent wine! Excellent wine!" The room erupted in cheers.

The chairman, beaming, left his seat and approached the boss, saying, "Congratulations! Congratulations! You've made a stunning debut, brewing such a fine wine. You should share your craft with everyone!"

The boss, as if in a dream, could only reply, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. It's just a small attempt, a new brew I stumbled upon. Please allow me to teach you at next year's

banquet!" "Good! I wish you even greater success next year!" The chairman, delighted, turned and ordered, "Come on, let's feast and drink to celebrate this year's finest wine!" He then led the boss to the seat of honor. In no time, the table was laden with delicacies, everyone raised their glasses, and the jar of wine was emptied completely. Needless to say, at that year's banquet, the wine these two had brought was the best!

On their way back to the distillery, the two men, in their excitement, told the owner everything about adding spring water to the wine jars. After listening, the owner took out twenty strings of copper coins and said to them, "Don't tell anyone about this again. Here, you must be tired from delivering wine in this heat; take these coins and buy some tea!" The two men, having unexpectedly benefited from their misfortune, were naturally overjoyed.

The next day, the owner again had them lead the way, personally visiting the bamboo grove where they had rested, and tasting the spring water himself. He knew that the fine wine was inseparable from the clear and sweet spring water. So, he bought the land, moved the distillery there, dug a well in the small bay, and diligently improved his brewing techniques. Finally, he brewed a unique and flavorful wine that became famous both at home and abroad, naming it "Bamboo Leaf Green" wine.

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