Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 100
by Little PandaExtra 1: The Original Female Lead is Reborn (4)
Jiang Yao had grown somewhat accustomed to the young woman’s baffling clinginess. Seeing this, she called out to Jiang Huai again, “If you’re going to kneel, turn around and kneel.”
Jiang Huai was speechless.
He was grinding his teeth so hard they were about to shatter.
He was about to refuse—he didn’t want to kneel—but when he turned his head, he met his own sister’s frigid gaze and truly didn’t dare to say another word.
Jiang Huai trembled as he turned around and continued to kneel, his face a mask of shame and indignation.
He knelt to his parents and the Emperor, but when had he ever knelt to a maidservant?
Yet he didn’t dare refute a single word his jie said.
He was terrified that one wrong move would earn him a beating.
When his jie hit him, she wouldn’t show the same mercy she did with outsiders.
If she hurt someone else, she’d have to pay silver in compensation. If she hurt him, the most she’d get was a few words of nagging from their parents!
As Jiang Huai seethed over his parents’ favoritism, he grew extremely worried about his current predicament.
He should have sent a maidservant to fetch their mother earlier. With both parents absent, wasn’t his jie the one in charge here?
Jiang Huai heard his jie speaking to Song Muyun, her voice gentle and mild—completely different from how she spoke to him!
He couldn’t believe it. His perpetually fierce sister actually had a side like this?
“Jiang Huai is right here. How about I have him apologize to you first?”
Song Muyun gave Jiang Huai only a cursory glance before ignoring him, her gaze landing back on Jiang Yao. Her eyes were gleaming brightly, and her demeanor was once again obedient and docile.
“Alright, I’ll listen to you.”
How very likable.
Even if Jiang Yao was usually a big old roughneck1 who had no patience for the overly prim and proper young ladies of the capital, she couldn’t help but feel a fondness for Song Muyun.
So beautiful, so obediently clingy, and so well-behaved. She was more than ten times better than Jiang Huai. Jiang Yao truly wished she could trade Jiang Huai away. The Jiang family didn’t need a foolish son; having another well-behaved daughter would be wonderful.
Jiang Yao shot Jiang Huai a look of annoyance. Seeing his complete lack of awareness, she couldn’t resist kicking him again, not holding back her strength. The blow nearly sent him sprawling backward.
“I told you to apologize, are you deaf?” she said coldly.
Jiang Huai felt like he was about to die from suffocation, but hearing Jiang Yao’s words, he still gritted his teeth, knelt up straight, and apologized to Song Muyun with his head hung low.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept you in the courtyard to bully you, and I shouldn’t have made you wash clothes in the pouring rain. Can you forgive me?”
His voice was listless. His wrongdoings were too numerous to count, so he could only pick two at random. Then, he was kicked by Jiang Yao again. “I told you to apologize, not beg for forgiveness. What right do you have to ask for forgiveness?”
Jiang Huai was speechless.
It’s fine, just endure it and it’ll be over, he silently comforted himself.
Jiang Yao turned her head and asked Song Muyun, “Are you in a better mood now?”
She thought that having Jiang Huai kneel and apologize would at least improve Song Muyun’s mood a little.
She had no idea that the young woman’s thoughts were solely focused on her. Whatever happened with Jiang Huai was irrelevant. As long as Jiang Yao praised her, held her, treated her a little better, and liked her a little more, she would feel happy, and her mood couldn’t help but improve.
“Mhm. Jiang Yao, what are we having for dinner tonight?”
She answered Jiang Yao’s question about Jiang Huai perfunctorily before immediately steering the topic back to the two of them.
Jiang Huai’s eyes widened in shock again, and he couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “You’re the daughter of a convicted official, and you want to eat at the same table as my jie?? What are you thinking!”
The moment the words left his mouth, Jiang Yao shot him a glare as sharp as a dagger.
Jiang Yao turned her head and saw that Song Muyun seemed to have frozen. A moment later, her eyelashes trembled, and she raised her eyes slightly, looking at her with a sad, aggrieved expression. Jiang Yao’s heart instantly softened.
She reached out and stroked Song Muyun’s soft, black hair, coaxing her, “Don’t listen to him, he’s sick in the head. The small kitchen made chicken soup and venison tonight. You can try them both. We’ll eat together.”
“Mm… okay.”
The young woman’s spirits had clearly fallen. She was unhappy after hearing what Jiang Huai said.
Jiang Yao frowned. She wanted to take Song Muyun’s hand but feared she would be overstepping. She could only continue to coax her with words. “Since I said I would raise you, you will naturally eat with me. Don’t mind anyone else. From now on, I’ll protect you. Cheer up. How about a smile?”
The way she coaxed her, the way she yielded to her—it was hard not to see the shadow of the Jiang Yao from her past life.
That Jiang Yao was the same, constantly coaxing her. No one had ever been so good to her, so indulgent.
Even when she had secretly killed a prince—a crime that could get her entire clan executed—Jiang Yao’s first thought had been to help her cover it up, only getting angry afterward.
Jiang Yao was too good. So good that she couldn’t let go, so good that she yearned to obtain her, to possess her exclusively.
Song Muyun pressed her lips together and, just as Jiang Yao had asked, tried her best to reveal a smile, looking somewhat happy. “Alright, then I’ll follow you from now on.”
She softened her tone, deliberately making her words sound ambiguous and intimate. Before Jiang Yao could even react, she herself couldn’t stop her cheeks from flushing red.
The reserved scholar had never said anything so bold. In her heart, she couldn’t help but feel a little shameless. But looking at Jiang Yao’s gentle face and distant demeanor, she felt that shame was nothing. If she acted shy and proper with Jiang Yao, she would never get close to her!
Song Muyun was certain of this.
Jiang Yao also agreed. “Alright.”
Jiang Huai knelt on the floor, ignored by everyone.
It wasn’t until those sharp, cold eyes looked over again that Jiang Yao spoke. “We’ll have dinner in a moment. For now, do you want to punish Jiang Huai? Do as you please.”
Jiang Huai had bullied someone; it was only right that he atone for it himself!
Even if she could help bear a little of the burden, she couldn’t possibly take on the majority. He could forget about it. She could support Song Muyun, but the resentment had to be directed at Jiang Huai. She wouldn’t take responsibility for that.
Jiang Huai’s face was a mask of misery. His jie was truly ruthless. She had brought it up several times already. Did she absolutely have to let Song Muyun punish him?
Only then did Song Muyun spare another glance for Jiang Huai. She truly detested him, to the point where even looking at him was an annoyance.
Thus, after a brief, sweeping glance, she immediately withdrew her gaze and let it fall on the hand Jiang Yao had hanging by her side.
In her past life—let’s just call that life a past life for now—Jiang Yao had been extremely intimate with her. She would proactively hold her hand wherever they went, one moment saying she wanted to be close, the next saying she was afraid she’d get lost.
Perhaps all martial artists’ hands were this warm. Every time, her own hands would be warmed through.
How nostalgic…
A reminiscent look filled Song Muyun’s eyes, but she verbally rejected Jiang Yao’s suggestion, shaking her head lightly. “There’s no need. He’s your younger brother, I won’t punish him. As long as you treat me a little better in the future, that will be enough.”
Jiang Yao was speechless.
Wait, Jiang Huai was clearly the one who made the mistake. Why do I have to bear the full responsibility?
Not punishing Jiang Huai, but only wanting her to be good to her—didn’t that just mean she didn’t want compensation from Jiang Huai, but from her instead?
Jiang Yao was dumbfounded. She must have been a murderer and an arsonist in her past life to end up as Jiang Huai’s sister in this one, cleaning up his messes and atoning for his sins. It was utterly exasperating.
But no matter how exasperated she was, there was no reason to take it out on the young woman. She was the one who had suffered the most. All Jiang Yao was doing was helping by being a little nicer to her.
Suppressing her anger, Jiang Yao’s voice turned cold and heavy as she glanced at Jiang Huai before her. “Miss Song is kind enough to let you off, but don’t you think this matter is over. If you ever dare to associate with the Seventh Prince again, I’ll break your legs!”
How could Jiang Huai dare? He agreed profusely.
He had wanted to hang out with Murong Qing. After all, the prince always flattered him. Being suppressed by everyone at home, it was rare to find someone who would praise him, and a prince at that. Naturally, he wanted to spend more time with him.
Later, he discovered that the other party’s games were far more extravagant than his own, and his methods were novel. He was always being admired by his own pack of fox friends and dog friends,2 so he couldn’t help but ask him for advice. Then, he had brought out this former flower on a high peak3 of the capital and presented her to him. During their days of bullying people together, the two had nearly become the closest of friends.
But now, the flower on a high peak was gone, snatched away by his jie. He had to humbly apologize, kneel to this person and that person, and get lectured by his jie. And his jie said the matter wasn’t over, which probably meant she was going to tell their father.
How could he dare to associate with Murong Qing again? His jie was fierce, but she had never made him kneel for an entire afternoon before.
It was clear just how angry she was.
Seeing him agree, Jiang Yao stared at him coldly and added, “Starting tomorrow, you will come to my courtyard to read. I’ll have someone call for you at a specific time. For every quarter-hour you’re late, you’ll get ten lashes. Think it over yourself.”
He didn’t read any proper books at all, which was why he was capable of such ignorant and cruel acts.
He was so naive it was astonishing, to the point where he still felt he was innocent and that things shouldn’t have gone this far.
Jiang Yao’s head ached with anger. She had already made up her mind to tell their father about this and have him get involved in managing him.
Hearing that he would have to come over to read, and would be whipped if he was late, Jiang Huai’s puppy-dog eyes widened in shock. He tried to refuse, but Jiang Yao gave him no chance. The moment she finished speaking, she had already grabbed him by the back of his collar and hauled him out, ignoring all his cries and pleas.
When she returned, Song Muyun’s gaze immediately fell upon her once more.
Those eyes were startlingly bright, even brighter than when she had seen them two years ago. It was as if she was the only person in her world.
Jiang Yao paused, then walked forward and lowered her head to speak to her. “Are you hungry? Shall I have them set the table?”
Song Muyun tilted her head up slightly to look at her, her beautiful phoenix eyes blinking as she nodded obediently. “Okay, I am a little hungry.”
She hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch and was already starving. She had just been too happy to see Jiang Yao to remember her hunger.
She had always envied the other her for having someone who truly loved and doted on her. But now, it seemed she was about to have that too.
Jiang Yao treated her with gentle courtesy, but she knew that wasn’t how she treated others.
Song Muyun suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She quietly lowered her head, her eyes filled with a shy, shimmering light, as Jiang Yao led her to the table.
Maidservants brought out the dishes one by one, a total of nine, but there were only the two of them to eat.
The young woman hesitated when she saw the food. She gently tugged on Jiang Yao’s sleeve and asked, “Are all these dishes just for the two of us?”
Jiang Yao had just ordered someone to ladle a bowl of chicken shred congee and was handing it to Song Muyun. Hearing her question, she naturally nodded. “Mhm. Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll get it for you.”
But unexpectedly, the young woman’s willow-leaf brows furrowed in disapproval. “There are only two of us. Can we finish all this? We shouldn’t be wasteful.”
Her voice was soft and gentle as ever.
She was concerned because the portions of the dishes were not small.
Jiang Yao paused. She was the Eldest Miss of the Prime Minister’s Residence, not some family of austere scholars. Naturally, she never had to worry about food or clothing. She was fond of rich meat dishes and had a large appetite, always needing to eat her fill to be happy. Sometimes, if she couldn’t finish, the food was wasted, and that was that. No one had ever told her not to be wasteful.
If anyone else had suddenly come up and said this, she would have scoffed. But the one saying it now was the young woman who had been terribly bullied by her own stupid brother. Jiang Yao puffed out her cheeks and thought for a moment, then raised a hand to summon a maidservant waiting at the side. She pointed to a few meat dishes at random. “Take these and share them amongst yourselves. We can’t finish them.”
Song Muyun was stunned, her mind still trying to catch up. Jiang Yao… didn’t argue at all and just agreed?
She was so accommodating.
At this thought, the young woman felt shy again and gave a small, demure wiggle of her hips. Jiang Yao didn’t notice; she was still directing the maidservants to divide the dishes.
“Mhm, we don’t need this one. Not this one either, take it away. Leave this dish.”
Soon, only five dishes remained on the table.
It had been a long time since Jiang Yao had a meal with only five dishes, and among them were only three meat and two vegetable dishes.
She preferred meat, but she remembered others saying that women liked to eat vegetable dishes—the red and green ones—finding meat too greasy. So she had deliberately left two vegetable dishes to accommodate the delicate young lady.
“Have a bowl of congee first to line your stomach,” Jiang Yao told her.
Song Muyun’s eyes were exceptionally bright. She gave an obedient reply and lowered her head to start eating the congee.
She was truly a young lady raised in a family of scholars.4 The way she ate was completely different from her or Jiang Huai.
She didn’t even make a sound while drinking her congee. She was extremely quiet, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering. It was very cute, very earnest.
Jiang Yao watched for a while before silently looking away, wondering why on earth she kept staring at the young woman. It was improper.
“Would you like a bowl of chicken soup?” Jiang Yao asked, seeing that she was almost finished with her congee.
Song Muyun’s soft, crimson tongue quickly darted out to lick the corner of her mouth, cleaning away a stray bit of congee. Then she sat up straight, looked at Jiang Yao, and nodded. “Yes, please. Will you serve it for me, please~?”
It was an ordinary sentence, but coming from Song Muyun’s lips, it carried a hint of coquettishness. Jiang Yao found it a little hard to bear. She glanced at her twice and didn’t dare look again. She took a clean, small celadon jade bowl from the side and filled it to the brim with chicken soup, adding a plump chicken leg.
She handed it to Song Muyun after filling it.
The young woman saw how much there was and immediately complained in a delicate voice, “You’ve served so much, I won’t be able to finish it. It will all go to waste.”
It was clear that the Song family’s customs were strict, and the daughters they raised were never extravagant or wasteful. But… “This little bit is enough to fill you up?”
Jiang Yao was shocked. This amount wouldn’t even be enough to fill the gaps between her teeth. It was hard to imagine someone being full after eating so little. Wouldn’t they become as thin as a skeleton?
“This is already a lot. I’m usually full after just a bowl of soup,” Song Muyun said, her eyes exceptionally sincere as she looked at her.
Jiang Yao was speechless.
“No wonder you’re as delicate as a willow in the wind5 and your health is poor. You need to eat more in the future, put on some meat so your body can get stronger. Do you understand?”
It was the first time she had ever been so concerned about someone’s health. She was just so pitifully thin, and with no elders around to look after her, she had to be the one to do it.
Song Muyun’s heart was blooming with joy. The feeling of having someone by her side, watching over her, noticing her, and caring for her… it was so wonderful. This was why she had been reborn twice.
The young woman pressed her lips into a light smile, her eyes and brows filled with delight.
“Mhm, I understand. I’ll eat a little more.”
She promised obediently.
Jiang Yao had never raised such a well-behaved and docile girl before. Her heart softened again and again, and her expression grew gentler. After a moment, she said to her, “Just eat. If you can’t finish it, I will.”
As soon as she said it, she herself froze.
Her parents were wealthy. As the Eldest Miss of the Jiang family, she had, of course, never eaten anyone’s leftovers.
Yet now, she had said such a thing to Song Muyun without even thinking.
Song Muyun froze along with her. A hint of bashfulness appeared on the woman’s jade-like face. She lowered her head and took small sips of her soup, not daring to look up. Her voice was soft and cottony. “Oh, I can finish it. I promised I’d eat a little more. You don’t need to help me eat.”
They weren’t in that kind of relationship yet. This was so embarrassing.
Jiang Yao lowered her head in a fluster and began to shovel rice into her mouth, responding hurriedly, “Mhm, it’s good to eat more.”
Thankfully, the other girl was sensible and didn’t actually ask her to eat it. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have known what to do.
After that, neither of them dared to be the first to speak. The meal was finished for the most part in a quiet atmosphere.
After the dishes were cleared, a maidservant came to the door, gave a slight curtsy towards the inside, and announced, “Miss, the Residence Physician has arrived.”
Without needing to be told, Song Muyun could guess that the Residence Physician had been summoned for her.
She looked at Jiang Yao in a daze and heard her say in a deep voice, “Mm, ask the Residence Physician to come in.”
After speaking to the person outside, she turned to Song Muyun, her tone softening. “You have many injuries on your body that we didn’t have time to treat during the day. I’m worried, so I asked the Residence Physician to take your safety pulse6 again.”
So that was why.
Song Muyun gave a soft sound of acknowledgment and sat obediently on the pearwood chair, waiting for the physician to take her pulse.
Since Jiang Yao had changed her clothes and washed her body, she would naturally have seen the scars on her. She knew that, but she was a little worried. The other her didn’t have many scars. She didn’t know if Jiang Yao would find them repulsive.
All her thoughts were useless. Even if Jiang Yao found her repulsive, she wouldn’t give up.
She wanted it too much—that warmth that could reach the bottom of one’s heart.
After bowing, the Residence Physician asked Song Muyun to place her arm on the table. The woman’s skin was as white as snow, but it was marred by several glaring scars, making one’s heart ache with pity.
The physician squinted as he took her pulse. After a good while, he stood up and said, “This young lady has suffered from chronic anxiety, and the pent-up emotions have turned into illness. Coupled with excessive exhaustion, her constitution is very poor. She will need careful conditioning to live a long life.”
Jiang Yao was shocked. The stupid things Jiang Huai did had actually affected the girl’s lifespan?
“Chronic anxiety? Pent-up emotions turned into illness? Excessive exhaustion??? But… she’s only nineteen, isn’t she…”
The young woman was only nineteen. How could she have so many problems?
Had her life truly been so bitter?
The physician stroked his beard. “These problems have nothing to do with age, but with a person’s experiences. Miss, do you wish to help this young lady recuperate?”
The Residence Physician had actually seen Song Muyun before, in Jiang Huai’s courtyard. A few times, she had been tormented to the brink of death, lying there with a weak breath, and Jiang Yao had urgently called him over to treat her.
Back then, he had pitied this young woman for getting on the wrong side of the residence’s little devil incarnate7 at such a young age and being treated this way. But he was just a residence physician; his status was low and his words were light,8 so he didn’t dare say much. He had thought that with such daily toil and bullying, she might not live for long. He never expected the girl to have some good fortune and be taken in by the Eldest Miss, who even seemed exceptionally concerned about her.
Jiang Yao frowned and nodded, asking the physician in a low voice, “Is there a way to restore her health?”
The physician clasped his hands and bowed respectfully. “If Miss wants a method, there is one, of course. It’s just… it may consume many precious medicinal herbs.”
“Then I’ll have to trouble you. Whatever herbs you need, just go to the storehouse and take them. If the storehouse doesn’t have them, tell me, and I’ll procure them.”
The physician was still a bit incredulous and asked again, “So items like hundred-year-old ginseng and deer antler can also be taken?”
“Mhm, just go and take them. I will speak to my mother myself.”
“Yes.”
Before leaving, the physician glanced at the young woman who was standing behind Jiang Yao with the corners of her lips turned up. It was the first time he had seen her smile. In the past, she always had a cold expression, and her gaze was even more detached, as if she cared about nothing—not life, not death. Not much time had passed, yet now she was smiling happily as she looked at the Eldest Miss.
How strange. A mere maidservant, and the Eldest Miss was willing to spend so much to treat her illness, yet she wasn’t even grateful, accepting it all so naturally.
The physician shook his head and left Hengwu Courtyard.
He, of course, did not know the connection between Jiang Yao and this maidservant. Song Muyun had received so, so much kindness from Jiang Yao that she was now very composed about it. Furthermore, she felt that Jiang Yao should be good to her. Of course, she would be good to Jiang Yao in return. Everything she had belonged to Jiang Yao. She would listen to whatever Jiang Yao said, and would definitely be more obedient than the other her.
Jiang Yao turned around and met the woman’s sparkling eyes.
Her movements paused. A moment later, she curved her lips and tried her best to smile kindly, comforting her, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll nurse you back to health.”
Song Muyun nodded, her rosy lips pursed lightly. “I know,” she said.
As the woman tilted her head up, revealing the pink scar on her neck, Jiang Yao’s focus sharpened. She suddenly clapped her hands. “Damn it!”
She looked anxiously out into the courtyard.
“Hm? What’s wrong?” Song Muyun’s eyes showed her confusion.
Jiang Yao’s face was dark. “He didn’t leave the scar-removing ointment.”
…
The young woman bit her lip, lowered her head, and lifted her sleeve a little to look at the scars, both deep and shallow, on her arm. After a moment of silence, she asked, “Do you mind the scars on my body very much?”
Hearing her speak, Jiang Yao’s dark expression immediately softened again. She shook her head in denial. “I don’t mind them. I just think you’d be better without them.”
Most women loved beauty. Although Miss Song didn’t say it, she was probably unhappy about them in her heart. Besides, these injuries were left by others; they were unsettling to look at.
Song Muyun still felt that she found her scars repulsive. Her slender, jade-like fingers picked at the surface of a scar as she muttered, “Whether I have scars or not, you’re not allowed to dislike me anyway.”
Jiang Yao paused. She increasingly felt that this young lady from the Song family spoke to her with a sense of intimacy and familiarity that was very different from others.
But she didn’t know why; she just wanted to go along with her.
“Alright, of course I don’t dislike you.”
It was just a simple sentence to humor her, but Song Muyun broke into a smile.
Jiang Yao was stunned. Although the woman’s figure was too thin, a beauty was a beauty. No matter what, her looks could not be concealed. In the past, the most beautiful person in Jiang Yao’s heart had been her own younger sister, Ru’er. Now, it seemed that was about to change.
She sent someone to chase after the Residence Physician to get the ointment. After applying it, she comforted Song Muyun again, “I’ve heard that the imperial consorts in the palace have the best wound medicine. After applying it, scars fade very quickly. I’ll have someone get some for you another day.”
“Won’t that be too much trouble for you?” the woman asked with a smile, naturally walking over to sit beside Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao had already built up some resistance. Her expression didn’t change as she shook her head. “It’s not much trouble. It’s what my Jiang family ought to do.”
“What the Jiang family ought to do? What does this have to do with the Jiang family?”
The young woman looked up, her limpid eyes seemingly filled with confusion.
Jiang Yao explained, “Jiang Huai did something wrong. He bullied you, so the Jiang family must naturally make it up to you.”
So it was because of Jiang Huai that she was being so good to her.
Song Muyun pouted, displeasure in her heart, and she didn’t hide it. After a moment, she puckered her rosy lips and, deliberately acting as unreasonable as she remembered, said, “I don’t want the Jiang family to compensate me. I want you to compensate me!”
Jiang Yao was speechless.
Someone drag Jiang Huai back here so I can beat him again! Why is it that the person he bullied is now latching onto me, and insisting that I alone compensate her?
What kind of sins did she commit in her past life to deserve a brother like Jiang Huai?
Song Muyun didn’t care what she was thinking. Without another word, she pressed herself close, secretly rubbing her head against Jiang Yao’s shoulder.
She didn’t dare to rub for too long. After just two nuzzles, she demurely pulled back, then swung their joined hands in a coquettish manner. “Jiang Yao, I’m going to wash up and go to sleep. Are you washing up?”
Jiang Yao unconsciously tightened her grip on that hand, her brow still furrowed. On one hand, she ordered people to prepare water; on the other, she pulled her over to sit on the soft couch, still hung up on that sentence, “I want you to compensate me.”
She tried to defend herself. “I believe I happened to save you today.”
Song Muyun sat beside her, swinging her feet and nodding. “Mhm!”
“I have never bullied you.”
“Mhm, I know.”
“Then… what is owed to you, I’ll have my father compensate you. You can have silver, or shops, whatever you want. It’s just that I’m not used to being tied down.”
If she had to compensate Song Muyun with her own power, she would surely have to be completely obedient to her.9 Was she crazy? When had she ever been obedient?
It wasn’t that she couldn’t be, but the thought of it made her uncomfortable.
So it was absolutely out of the question.
Song Muyun’s movements paused. The upward curve of her lips silently straightened, and even began to turn down. She poked Jiang Yao’s arm and asked, “Anything I want? Then can I ask for a person?”
“Ask for a person?”
Jiang Huai had treated her like that, could she possibly still want Jiang Huai?
Jiang Yao was simply astonished. After all, the only male in the Jiang family around her age was Jiang Huai.
Who would have thought that in the next second, she would see Song Muyun nod seriously, but say, “I want you. Will the Prime Minister give you to me?”
She tilted her head to look at Jiang Yao, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
The hell you’re nervous about? Of course my father would never give me to you!!!
Footnotes
- Original term: da lao cu. A colloquial term for a person who is unrefined and straightforward, lacking in sophisticated etiquette.
- Original term: hu peng gou you. A four-character idiom for a group of disreputable friends who are a bad influence.
- Original term: gaoling zhi hua. A metaphor for someone beautiful and seemingly untouchable or out of reach, often due to their high status or cold demeanor.
- Original term: shuxiang mendi. Literally ‘a scholarly, fragrant family’, it refers to a family with a long and distinguished literary tradition, known for producing scholars and officials.
- Original term: ruo liu fu feng. A classic literary idiom used to praise a woman’s slender, graceful, and delicate beauty, as if she might be blown over by the wind.
- A ‘ping’an mai’ is a pulse reading taken by a physician to confirm a patient is stable and recovering well.
- Original term: hunshi mowang. A title for a person who causes chaos and trouble wherever they go, like a demon king living in the mortal world.
- Original term: ren wei yan qing. A four-character idiom describing a situation where one’s advice or opinions are ignored because they lack status or authority.
- Original term: yan ting ji cong. A four-character idiom describing someone who hangs on another’s every word and follows their instructions to the letter.
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