Daiyu's Fallen Petals

What stirs the heart most in autumn? The setting sun, the west wind, the sound of falling leaves. Silently I gaze upon the moon's reflection, pitying its pale shadow, and entrust my sincere feelings to the fragrant chrysanthemums. A lone wild goose has long since vanished, unable to send news of home; the eaves horse neighs silently in the night. With whom can I confide

my sorrowful feelings? Only the clear sound of a flute carried by the wind from beyond the wall. From the moment Daiyu was born, her life was fraught with hardship. From her earliest memories, she was accompanied only by the teapot and medicine stove. After her mother's passing, her family was desolate, and coupled with illness and sorrow, her frail body was further burdened by anxieties. She often thought that even at the tender age of twelve, she feared she would soon perish.

As the saying goes, beauty is fleeting; how could she, with her delicate beauty and unparalleled grace, not be envied by heaven? But fate is so unfair, and she was unwilling to die with such regret. In just a few days, she would have to leave her beloved home and her elderly father to travel a thousand miles to visit relatives. Therefore, she felt deeply desolate and couldn't help but follow the ancients in expressing her emotions through pen and paper. She wondered if future generations, seeing these ink stains and tear marks, would shed a single tear for her.

Daiyu went to the capital at the summons of her maternal grandmother. Her grandmother was from

the Shi family of Jinling and had married into the Jia family; she was known as Lady Shi. The Jia family was a prominent clan in Jinling, wealthy and powerful, and everyone who passed through Jinling knew of their prestige. The Jia family had been noble for generations, but by the time of the Dukes Ning and Rong, they had split into two branches. After the death of the Duke of Ning, his son Jia Daihua inherited his official position and had two sons: the eldest, Fu, died young; the second, Jing, was fond of practicing the art of immortality and neglected household affairs, having a son named Zhen and a grandson named Rong, who now resided in the Ningguo Mansion. After the death of the Duke of Rong, his son Jia Daishan inherited his official position. Jia Daishan was Daiyu's maternal grandfather. He died young, leaving behind two sons: the eldest, She, was Daiyu's maternal uncle; the second, Zheng, was Daiyu's maternal uncle. The eldest maternal uncle was a calm and moderate man, currently living at home and inheriting his official position. His son, Lian, was an adult with some skills and currently assists in managing the Rongguo Mansion's household affairs. The second maternal uncle was upright and honest, and a voracious reader. The court, appreciating his talent, bestowed upon him the position of Principal Secretary, and he has now risen to the rank of Assistant Minister. He had a son named Zhu, who passed away before the age of twenty. His eldest daughter, Yuanchun, was selected to enter the palace due to her virtue and talent. A few years later, she gave birth to a son, Baoyu, who was born with a jade pendant in his mouth, engraved with characters. Baoyu was intelligent, handsome, and gentle, but disliked studying, preferring to spend time with his sisters. Therefore, the second maternal uncle did not cherish him much, while his maternal grandmother treated him as her life. It is said that Baoyu is now a teenager.

Her father, Lin Ruhai, had once told her that the birth of this child was truly extraordinary; whether he would become a dragon or a snake depended entirely on the Jia family's fortunes.

If he could change his old ways and inherit his father's scholarly pursuits, he might still become a man of integrity; otherwise, he would be nothing more than a debauched playboy. Daiyu believed that since he was born with a jade in his mouth, he must possess the clear and refined spirit of heaven and earth, and his fate might not be so bad, but this was merely her own conjecture.

As the sun set, weary birds flew back to the woods, and twilight descended. Daiyu, dressed lightly, stood by the window, thinking that tomorrow she would bid farewell to all of this, and a deep sorrow welled up within her. She wondered when she would see her father again, and tears streamed down her face, soaking her clothes.

From infancy until now, Daiyu had never been separated from her father for a single day. Playing games with grass by the steps, planting flowers under the fence—her father had always found joy in these moments. Now, not only could she not repay her father, but she had become a fledgling. Who would be there to bring her joy from now on?

Lost in her thoughts, Daiyu suddenly felt a warm flow in her lower abdomen. "Oh no!" she cried out, clutching her crotch with both hands and running towards her father's study.

Ruhai, a voracious reader, spent months buried in his books, finding no hardship in them. He was currently engrossed in a book, eyes closed in deep thought. Seeing his daughter clutching her lower abdomen, biting her lip, looking shy and on the verge of tears, he put down his book, reached out and pulled her into his arms, placing her on his lap. He softly asked, "My child, where does it hurt?" Daiyu buried her burning cheek in her father's neck and whispered, "There, it's bleeding again." Ruhai remained silent for a long time. Daiyu glanced at her father, and seeing that he didn't seem to understand, she buried her face in his neck again, took one of his hands, and placed it on her lower abdomen, whispering, "There." Ruhai finally understood that his daughter had started her period. In that instant, he felt both joy and sorrow. He was happy that his daughter had finally grown up, but saddened that she had lost her mother at the age of six and had never experienced the warmth of maternal love. Even such a private matter for a girl required her to rely on her father. He knew his daughter was at an age where she was shy, and it was truly difficult for her to confide in her father about such things. And how much did he know about such matters? He recalled the scene when Daiyu first had her period. His daughter nestled in his arms, crying shyly, and all he knew was to wipe her with a towel dampened with warm water. Daiyu lay in bed for five days, and he wiped her for five days. Because he wiped her so many times, Daiyu's delicate petals ached for several days. Ru Hai felt a pang of heartache. He suggested to Daiyu that she ask the old maid Zhang Ma or other maids in the house. Daiyu, however, said in shame and indignation, "Father, you are so unreasonable! It's already shameful enough that you know, but if outsiders see this, I don't want to live anymore!" Then she cried alone in her bedroom for a long time.

Ru Hai had no choice but to turn to books. The matter was actually quite simple, but the thought of his daughter's monthly period caused him considerable distress.

Today was her second period.

Ru Hai held his daughter in his arms tenderly for a long time, gently asking, "My child, why did you come so early? I calculated it would still be about ten days." Daiyu didn't look up, weakly replying, "I don't know." Ru Hai sighed, saying, "You must have been thinking too much these past few days, causing your period to start early." Ru Hai picked up Daiyu, gently placed his daughter on the bed, took out the prepared items from the trunk, and then gently removed his daughter's undergarment.

His daughter was naked from the waist down, her legs long and slender, like snow-white porcelain under the lamplight. Her vulva was slightly raised, and several pale hairs were visible on her snow-white vulva. His daughter's face was turned towards the inside of the bed, so Ru Hai couldn't see her expression. Her legs were slightly parted, taut with tension. Ru Hai saw that his daughter's labia were tightly closed, but her vaginal opening was slightly ajar, with blood still seeping out. Ru Hai felt his penis erect. He thought of his deceased wife, of her vulva, of the soft, moist, and warm feeling of his penis against her vulva when he was on top of her. "Father—" His daughter's voice startled him awake. A wave of shame washed over him, and he felt a fire burning on his face. He hurriedly cleaned his daughter up and then changed her into a clean undergarment. Daiyu sat up in bed, her face flushed, her bright, beautiful eyes looking at her father. It seemed she had discovered her father's secret.

The night was deep, and Ru Hai tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. The image of Daiyu's beautiful vulva floated in his mind, refusing to leave. His penis was still hard. He stroked it a few times, but it didn't feel comfortable at all. Then he thought of his deceased wife's hand, of the feeling of his erect penis throbbing in his beloved wife's hand every morning, and the enchanting passion that followed. So many years have passed! He thought his desires had died with his beloved wife, but today, his daughter had rekindled them. He knew his daughter's intelligence; though only twelve, she must have discovered his secret just now. Desire fermented and swelled amidst shame. Tormented by this raging desire, he thought of his wife one moment and his daughter the next. Although Daiyu was frail and sickly, she was as beautiful as a fairy. He had cherished her since childhood, fostering her ethereal nature. The Jia family was wealthy and powerful, densely populated; how many intrigues and power struggles must have taken place within it! How could a delicate woman like Daiyu, so detached from worldly affairs, cope? Ru Hai closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before getting out of bed. Wearing only his undergarments, he left the bedroom, passed through the quiet study, and arrived at Daiyu's door. He listened intently for a while; the room was quiet. His daughter must already be asleep. He walked through the courtyard to the north wing where the servants lived. He stopped in front of a door, looked up at the sky, and then gently knocked. After a while, someone inside asked, "Who is it?" Ru Hai replied in a low voice, "It's me!" Then there was a rustling sound. The door opened, and a woman exclaimed, "Master!" Ru Hai saw that the woman was only wearing a long robe, her neck was white. "Come to my room for a moment." After saying that, Ru Hai turned and left, leaving the woman standing there bewildered.

This woman was named Li Xianglan, 24 years old. She was his wife's maid when she married into the family. Because Ru Hai loved his wife deeply and did not want to have any other women, he married her off to Zhang Fu, a servant in the household. Zhang Fu was actually unlucky; he enjoyed the beautiful woman for less than a year before being stabbed to death in a fight with someone. He left a pretty widow alone in the empty room. Based on Ru Hai's observations over the years, this widow was quite virtuous. After her husband's death, she was quiet and reserved, focusing solely on her work and ignoring all gossip. Ru Hai felt she was a reliable person, so he allowed her to accompany Daiyu on her long journey to visit relatives.

Li Xianglan entered Lin Ruhai's study tremblingly. Because Ruhai was usually stern and rarely spoke to her, she was quite afraid of him. She wondered what he wanted to see her about so late. She wasn't afraid of him touching her; she was his woman, and he had rejected her when she was innocent. Now that she was like a withered flower, like polluted water, would he still want her? Thinking this, a sense of sorrow welled up inside her.

"Master!" she called softly.

Ruhai seemed to sense the sadness in her voice. He looked up at her; her long robe couldn't conceal her curvaceous figure. Having just gotten out of bed, her hair was disheveled, and she was meek and submissive. Ruhai realized he had never really looked at her closely before. He had originally intended for her to marry a man and live a good life, but unexpectedly… otherwise, she should have been his concubine. Thinking this, Ruhai unusually stood up, pointed to a chair, and said, "Sit down and talk."

The woman hesitated, remaining standing, head bowed, her hands clasped over her lower abdomen.

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