The Beauty of Third Auntie

  Chihiro said that every 15th day of the month, he would go to the temple to read letters for people for free.

  "Yes!" I suppressed the joy in my heart and quietly responded.

  The madam nodded and went out, saying wait in the living room.

  After a while, Song Tang fainted again, and I hurriedly asked Hong Ling to take me to the main hall for tea.

  In the main hall, I met Song Tang's father, Song Tingwei, and Song Tang's mother, San Niang Furen Lüshi. Song Tingwei was a majestic man who looked to be no more than thirty years old, with an extraordinary air of heroism about him; his square-shaped face was like that of a traditional Chinese character, and at first glance, he seemed like a just and honorable gentleman.

  What surprised me even more was the beauty of Lü, she just sat quietly in what is already the most beautiful posture in the world, her gentleness has infected millions of families, that youthful face, as if a mythical figure, even though Madame had that noble temperament, but compared to Lü, it's still slightly inferior.

  Lü's beauty is like a serene little lake, making one involuntarily want to draw near. Such a beautiful woman - no wonder the madam couldn't tolerate her!

  After she and the madam, Song Tingwei finished drinking the tea I had served, she again instructed me to take good care of Song Tang, telling me to endure hardship and humiliation for him. Seeing her cautious mannerisms, I could confirm that what Song Tang said was true; it seemed they mother and son had indeed fallen out of favor.

  After Mr. Lü finished speaking, Song Tingwei left immediately. From start to finish, he only lightly responded to me when I offered him tea and didn't say another word.

  Madam Liu, who was beside the madam, came in during our idle talk and said that everything had been prepared for us to go and burn incense.

  His lazy heart suddenly jumped up when he heard the words "Shang Xiang".

  My face was just a calm and collected expression, but I secretly rejoiced and carried that expecting heart out the door.

  As I sat in the sedan chair and passed through Chang'an City again, my mood was completely different!

  I recall when I was unmarried, running from that village a hundred miles away to Chang'an, my face was already covered in dust and dirt. A lowly shopkeeper even ridiculed me, taking me for a beggar. Who would have thought that now I'd be sitting in this luxurious sedan chair, basking in the envious gazes of all?

  Upon arriving at the temple, I first paid respects to the Bodhisattva with a solemn bow together with Mr. Lü, then went to see the abbot and donated money for incense oil.