Yuexin 1-4

Chapter One: The Story of Entrusting My Child to My Father Before His Death

My name is Yue Xin, and I have a younger sister named Yue Ying.
We've lived together since we were little. How old are we? She was born about fifteen minutes after me. While in my mother's womb, we often heard our parents' panting. Don't misunderstand, it wasn't because they were sick.
Not long after my birth, my mother had a difficult labor. The reason was that besides my sister and me, there was another little one in her womb. His name was Yue Wei, our youngest brother, born about fifteen minutes after my sister.
That's right, we three are triplets, a boy and a girl. After giving birth to my youngest brother, my mother suffered a severe hemorrhage. Fortunately, my father, who was out on a medical mission, rushed back and rescued her in time, but my mother still had to remain bedridden for many years. Until we three siblings were ten years old, my mother, unable to bear the constant bedridden pain, repeatedly begged my father, and he tearfully agreed to give her an orgasm before she passed away.
My father was a renowned sexologist and gynecologist of his time. He had no shortage of maids, but none of them managed to get into his bed. Apart from my mother, his legal wife, I, still unmarried, never heard any rumors of him having concubines or mistresses.
Before my mother passed away, my father called me into her bedroom. With tears in her eyes, she pleaded with him, "My love, I may be leaving soon. I have two requests before I go. First, for Xin'er, I want you to pass on your skills to her. Second, let me make love with you one last time before I go." My father shook his head, tears streaming down his face, not wanting to agree to my mother's second request. Confused, I blinked, not understanding why my mother said this. My father knelt down and hugged me, saying, "Xin'er, your mother is going. She's too weak to be with her father at this time…" Still not fully understanding what my father meant, I only vaguely grasped the meaning of "going away": "Father, are these my mother's last wishes?" A single sentence brought tears to my father's eyes. Looking at my mother's expectant gaze on the bed, and then at my bewildered look, he steeled himself and nodded. "Xin'er, come with me." He led me to a small room next to the bedroom. The room was filled with various anatomical illustrations, and the cabinets held all sorts of herbs and pills. A desk stood in the center. My father quickly ground ink and wrote a note: "Xin'er, keep this note safe. Give it to your Uncle Zhong later." He folded the note and placed it in my arms. Then he turned and took a box and a needle case from the cabinet. He then led me by the hand back to my mother's bedroom.
Father sat down on the edge of the bed with his things. Mother, lying on the bed, looked at the objects in his hands, then at the tears in his eyes, and couldn't stop crying. "Junlang, why are you doing this?"
Father kissed Mother's forehead. "I don't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but I ask to die on the same day, month, and year. Lao Zhong will take good care of our children. Here, Xin'er, I want to teach her everything we've done. Even after we're gone, she'll be able to take care of Ying'er and Xiaowei." Mother nodded tearfully.
Father carried me to the bed, removed my boots, and had me squat on the bed. He moved a bedside table and placed a layer of velvet on it. Then he picked up Mother and placed her on the bedside table. "Xin'er, your parents want to teach you some knowledge. When your younger siblings are old enough, you can teach them." Mother lovingly held my shoulders and spoke softly, then turned to watch Father undress her. I watched in bewilderment as Father stripped Mother naked, revealing her slightly thin figure. Then the father picked up the needle pouch, took out the needles one by one, and inserted them into the mother's body. Afterward, he took needles from the pouch and inserted them into his own body. The mother watched her father use the needles with tears in her eyes, her face filled with sorrow. After half an hour, the mother looked at her father with pleading eyes. The father, with tears in his eyes, opened a box that had been placed aside, took out two thumb-sized pills, put one into the mother's mouth, and swallowed the other.
After taking the pills, the father and mother looked at each other for a while. Then, the father began to remove the silver needles from both of their bodies, one by one, and put them back into the needle pouch. Then my father began to undress. Seeing him completely naked made me, who had never seen a grown man naked before, so ashamed that I covered my face. My father, however, reached out and pulled me to my mother's side, saying, "Xin'er, watch carefully. Remember what your parents have taught you; you'll understand in time." With tears in his eyes, he embraced my mother, kissing her from head to toe, inch by inch, not even sparing her private parts. His hands caressed and rubbed her breasts and genitals repeatedly, making her breathing more rapid. My mother's eyes were glazed with desire as she received my father's love, her gaze hazy as she called my name several times. Then, Father parted Mother's legs, supporting her knees, and leaned close to her, slowly pressing his body against hers. His waist gradually lowered, and Mother watched with a smile as Father inserted his drugged erection between her legs. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Father's neck and back, using the leverage to prop herself up. She glanced at me, then repeatedly thrust her lower body beneath Father. After several thrusts, Mother gasped for breath, coughing up blood, her hands still supporting Father's body as she endured his thrusts, murmuring, "My love, almost there." Father continued to writhe, holding Mother's body, until both were drenched in sweat. Father trembled, holding Mother, and Mother coughed up blood with a muffled groan, staining both of them. Mother, trembling, closed her eyes, her body covered in coughed-up blood. My father, who had stopped moving, murmured incessantly with tears in his eyes. After a long while, he gently placed my mother on the kang table, then withdrew from her body, gently lowered her legs which were bent and spread wide, dressed her, found a clean silk handkerchief, and gently wiped her body clean with water. He then dressed her in a bodice and undergarments, and put on her favorite clothes. He also styled her hair with ornaments before picking her up and turning to me, saying, "Xin'er, go find your Uncle Zhong. Don't tell anyone about what your parents told you to see. This room is for you as your boudoir, and the things in the small cubicle are for you." After saying this, he staggered towards the small cubicle at the other end.
I watched, bewildered, as my father, naked, carried my mother away. But what my parents did before leaving was deeply etched in my memory.
I got out of bed, put on my boots, walked out of the room, passed through several corridors, found Uncle Zhong, and handed him the paper slip I had been carrying.
Uncle Zhong was my father's servant, accompanying him throughout his life as he went to school, practiced medicine, and made house calls. He was a kind-hearted man, yet held a authority in the family no less than my parents'.

Chapter Two: Loyalty and Righteousness Lead to the Funeral and Closure of the Mansion

. Uncle Zhong, receiving the funeral paper, wept uncontrollably. He had been my father's study companion, growing up alongside him since childhood. Before marrying my mother, my father had arranged for her to marry his personal maid, Yuzhu, to Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong was overjoyed that his master had introduced him to such a delicate girl as a wife, and Yuzhu was happy to live with the dutiful Uncle Zhong for life. Sadly, Yuzhu died suddenly before Uncle Zhong could marry her. My parents had mentioned marriage to Uncle Zhong a few times after their own marriage, but the heartbroken Uncle Zhong never brought it up again. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to being the steward of the mansion after my father divided the property. After my siblings and I were born, Uncle Zhong treated us as his own children. My parents had repeatedly tried to persuade my siblings and me to recognize Uncle Zhong as our godfather, but he had refused until now.
Uncle Zhong, tears streaming down his face, wiped them away, found white cloth and hemp rope, and dressed my siblings and me in them. Then he summoned the household maids and gave them a few instructions. The maids began to tidy up the belongings, hang the white cloth, and set up the mourning hall. My maid, Yuxin, and my sister's maid, Yuying, were sent by Uncle Zhong to the inner room to wash and prepare our parents' bodies for burial. My brother's maid was sent by Uncle Zhong to buy coffins, charcoal, and other necessities. The next day, Uncle Zhong sent my siblings to inform the relatives of the death, while he himself went to a temple outside the city to invite monks to perform
the funeral rites. The rites were performed at home for seven days. After the monks left, relatives and friends accompanied my siblings and me to the ancestral grave for burial. On the day of the burial, my siblings and I wept bitterly. After the funeral and the departure of relatives and friends, Uncle Zhong gathered the shopkeepers and several stewards of the household together. He assigned business responsibilities to the shopkeepers, explaining that, in accordance with the late master's instructions, he would close the mansion to raise my siblings and me. The shopkeepers and stewards were all elderly people who had served our parents for many years. After discussion, the shopkeepers each took responsibility for consolidating their businesses, while the stewards were assigned their respective duties. Afterward, Uncle Zhong led my siblings and me to close the mansion.
My younger siblings had asked me about it, and I could only nod and say that it was my father's arrangement before his death, that Uncle Zhong should stay home and raise us. So, Uncle Zhong sent my brother to various shopkeepers to learn the ways of business, while my sister stayed home to study traditional Chinese women's education, music, calligraphy, and painting. I, on the other hand, studied medicine and sexology with Uncle Zhong.
Four years passed in the blink of an eye, and the three of us siblings were already fourteen. My brother had made some progress in learning the ways of business from the shopkeepers; my sister had also made considerable progress in studying traditional Chinese women's education. As for me, I followed Uncle Zhong to study medicine and sexology, and often dressed as a man to make house calls, earning me the reputation of the "Little Doctor of the Yue Family" in the area.
One day, a month before our fifteenth birthdays, Uncle Zhong brought me back from a house call, had me sit down in the house, and went to the inner room to bring out the family genealogy. Uncle Zhong handed me the family genealogy. I looked at him, somewhat puzzled. He nodded and said, "Miss, take a look at the genealogy. You'll understand once you see it."
With a question in my mind, I opened the first page. It was a tree diagram, with names listed at each branch. Usually, it listed the husband and wife and their children, such as husband Li Gong (surname omitted), wife Li Mou (surname omitted), children Li Mou (surname omitted), and so on. Most genealogies were like this, but mine was quite different. All the women listed had the same surname as their husbands: husband Yue Gong (surname omitted), wife Yue Mou (surname omitted). This shocked me. "Uncle Zhong, this is…"
Uncle Zhong nodded. "The master and mistress are siblings. Our Yue family has been like this since the time of King Wen. In your generation, Miss, the mistress has given birth to one son and two daughters. According to family rules, the eldest and second young ladies must marry the eldest son." I was stunned. Was that really true? My father and mother were siblings? Marriage between siblings, even within the five degrees of kinship, is traditionally forbidden in this world, due to the principles of poetry, literature, etiquette, and human morality. Yet my family has actually violated these moral principles. While I was still bewildered and surprised, Uncle Zhong spoke up: "During the reign of King Wen, the Yue family were originally powerful figures under him. To avoid using the same surname as King Wen, they changed their names to Yue. However, at that time, the Yue family was second only to King Wen in power and was disliked by the court officials, even in matters of marriage and funerals. Therefore, to ensure the continuation of the family, Ancestor Zhen Gong, after retiring, issued family rules requiring his own children to marry. Subsequently, successive generations of ancestors refined and issued the Yue family rules. The first rule remains that every generation's children must marry a couple. The second rule is that every generation's daughters must produce a pair of children... This has continued to this day. Eldest Miss, now that you and Second Miss have reached marriageable age, and Young Master is approaching adulthood, I will make preparations at the beginning of next month for your wedding with Second Miss and Eldest Young Master."
Coming back to my senses, I looked at the family rules and genealogy in Uncle Zhong's hands. I could only nod in agreement to Uncle Zhong's arrangements. After all, firstly, the family genealogy and rules left me no room for doubt, and secondly, the family's marriage arrangements really couldn't be made public: "Uncle Zhong, we can start preparing for the wedding now. In a few days, I'll talk to my younger sister about her marriage, and then talk to my younger brother about his. As for me, Uncle Zhong, you've watched me grow up since I was a child, and in recent years you've taught me medical skills on behalf of Father. My marriage will also be arranged by you."

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