Qin Huaiyuan looked silently at his own daughter. He felt like he had never truly known his daughter until now. She was a flower seed whoâd been ripped away from a comfortable greenhouse and struggled to survive in the cracks of the boulders. With nothing but sheer stubborn will, she had withstood the battering of the elements and blossomed into the most beautiful of flowers. Despite himself, he always found himself surprised by the depths he could find in her. Always learning, always improving, whenever he felt delighted with a new side of her, it wouldnât be long before she displayed another stunningly polished side of herself to him.
Compared to the typical noble daughters brought up in the inner residences, her wisdom, courage, abilities, and methods left them in the dust. She even had a strength of mind that many noble sons couldnât measure up to. She had simultaneously become his greatest source of pride and his greatest source of guilt. How much pain did a girl whoâd yet to come of age have to endure to possess the mental fortitude to stare down calamity of this scale with utter equanimity? How much of her life had been so cruel and seemingly inevitable to so unflinchingly accept her fate?
How is this child so mature and so likeable? Qin Huaiyuan reached out across the square table to tousle Qin Yiningâs hair roughly. His voice was a bit raspy. âThis is my fault.â
âWhat do you mean by this, father?â Qin Yining blinked her big, limpid eyes brightly at her father. âThis isnât your fault, father! Not at all! I know that you wouldnât take me along if you had the slightest say. The imperial decree has descended, and father canât defy it just to save me. Youâre not only my father, but the patriarch of the entire Qin clan. What happened to the Duke of Ding and his household canât happen to us.
âI am the grand preceptorâs daughter. As I enjoy the conveniences and benefits of that title, so must I also shoulder my share of the burden in times of crisis. What kind of family member would I be if I only shared in the joy and not the pain? If that really was the case, then I wouldnât be worthy of being fatherâs daughter.â
âGood, very good!â Qin Huaiyuanâs eyes were moist. Having spent so many years at court, heâd thought that heâd long since been tempered into an old leather boot. But here he was today, nose twinging at the words from his daughter. He tilted his head back and blinked forcefully, letting his eyes cool off. After a moment, he looked back down, his demeanor returning to a semblance of normalcy. He sighed. âDaughter Yi, no matter how open-minded you are about this all, I owe you a debt beyond words. Promise me this. No matter what happens in the future, youâll live on bravely.â
He was most worried that an innocent girl like her would commit suicide after being humiliated.
âOf course! I love living and am most afraid of death.â Qin Yining knew of her fatherâs worries and smiled. âIâve finally made it so far and gone through a lot of effort to keep this life. I donât want it to all go to waste!â
âGood child.â Qin Huaiyuan could see her sincerity; she wasnât just saying this to cheer him up. She really had accepted this with her customary tranquility. He finally felt his worries ease a little. Perhaps Qin Yiningâs calm and collected attitude was infectious. Whatever it was, the tight knot in his heart that had kept him from clearly thinking all night finally loosened a little.
Qin Yining sat for a while longer before taking her leave and returning to Venerable Study Hall. Meanwhile, Qin Huaiyuan recalled what the sixth miss and Qin Huining had done and said earlier. He resolved to stand up for Qin Yining and vent this frustration on her behalf. He thought for a moment more and made for the old dowager at Garden of Loving Piety.
When Qin Yining finally returned to her residence, Bingtang and Songlanâs long suppressed tears finally started spilling over. Standing by in the outer room, they had clearly heard Qin Yining and Qin Huaiyuanâs conversation. The two were touched by the familial affection between the two and in awe of their mistressâ composure. But more than any of that, like a tidal wave out of the ocean, they felt furious and vengeful.
âHasnât the trash emperor done enough to my family? Harming innocents wasnât enough, now even you, miss!â Bingtang was choked with sobs as she roughly wiped her tears away. Her apple cheeks were rubbed raw with the force of her hands.
âShh, the walls have ears here.â Qin Yining gently handed her a handkerchief.
âIâm not the only one who curses his name. That old monster shouldâve died a long time ago!â Bingtang thought of everything Qin Yining had done for her and all of the effort her mistress had gone to on her behalf. Her mistress had never once demanded a portion of the sales of her ointments and powders, and had in fact done all she could to increase Bingtangâs revenue. Whenever the families of Clearist officials sent gifts, Qin Yining unhesitatingly turned them all over to her. Her mistress had always shown her deep care for Bingtang at every possible occasion.
Such an upright and kind person was now going to be a toy for an old lecher because of one word from that trash emperor! Why doesnât he just choke on his food and water and die!?
Songlan, Qiulu, Liuya, and Zhu- mam a all started crying sorrowfully. Qin Yining was affected by their mood as well. It would be lying to say that she wasnât afraid, or that she didnât find this utterly unfair. It was just, sheâd seen too much darkness in this world. When one spent enough time struggling at the bottom, they learned to accept their fate and fight with the flow of destiny. Since she couldnât change this shift in the current of fate, it was pointless to remain fearful. What she needed to do now was figure out how to live through the negotiations and then the rest of her days.
When her servants saw their mistress so calm and composed in front of them, they wiped their tears away as well. It would be bad to keep making a fuss like this in front of her. Bingtang blew her nose and finally recalled an errand sheâd been given. She pulled Qin Yining to the corner. âMiss, the gentleman at the inn sent a letter today saying that you hadnât come seen him for too long. He says you arenât treating him with any sincerity. He asks if youâve forgotten that he saved your life and plans on just ignoring him.â
Qin Yining smiled awkwardly at this. She hadnât forgotten Yao Zhixi, but she hadnât been in a good mood these days because of her motherâs circumstances. Inner residence matters ran her ragged from dawn to dusk. Bingtang went to administer treatment to Yao Zhixi every day, and while Qin Yining would ask about progress, sheâd never thought of paying him a visit.
âAh well, I should still go see him,â she said after some thought. âIâm setting off on the sixteenth, which is about nine days away. I donât know if the emperor will come up with any other plans in the meantime. I might as well make use of the free time today to bid him farewell.â
Farewell was a saddening word. Bingtang nodded mutely and had servants prepare the carriage.
Qin Yining brought Bingtang, Songlan, and Qiulu with her, setting off after letting her father know where she was headed. The old dowagerâs bias had no limits, so she tried to avoid interacting with her paternal grandmother as much as possible.
Pang Xiao had purposefully taken a shower today to change into a set of ivory-white brocade robes. He was sitting on the luohan bed, reading a book next to the window. His posture was ramrod straight, and every iota of his mind was focused on what was in front of him.
He also hadnât flipped a single page all morning.
As Huzi slipped in and out of the room with tea and water, his face almost froze sideways from all the grinning. His master was putting on a masterful display of gentlemanly manners, but his mind had clearly gone on a fanciful journey. If the Qin fourth miss didnât come today, his master would probably go crazy!
Just as Huzi was wondering about the future sanity of his master, the prince suddenly shot to his feet. A second later, scattered footsteps and female voices traveled in from outside. Huzi sighed and prepared to go out to welcome his new guests. The corner of his eye caught his master striking a purposely nonchalant pose on the bed.
The guard silently rolled his eyes and opened the door. âYouâre here, please come on in.â He bowed, hiding his grin.
âIs your master feeling better?â Qin Yining nodded back at the guard.
âMiss Potatoâs skills are amazing. My master is much better.â Huzi responded cheerily.
âYouâre the potato!â Bingtang exploded outside, hopping from foot to foot in her fury. âI warn you, kitty , Iâm very angry today. Iâll yell at you if you call me potato again!â
âHeh! You called me kitty!â Huzi stuck his tongue out at Bingtang. âSo what are you gonna yell about, little potato!?â
Bingtangâs apple cheeks had turned a flaming red in childish anger. Her large eyes leveled a furious glare at Huzi as she whipped out a silver needle, ready to stab him. Huzi felt incredibly comfortable being glared at like that, his grin broadening at the sight of the steaming maidservant. He jumped out of the way of Bingtangâs needle as she lunged forward.
As Bingtang chased him inside, Qin Yining, Songlan, and Qiulu looked at each other. The Qin fourth miss smiled. âWait for me outside.â
âUnderstood.â The maids curtsied and retreated.