Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 94
by Little PandaWill Be Together Forever
Sima Jushan still had the disposition of a youth; it would be a long time before he married. Thus, Madam Sima was exceptionally enthusiastic about Jiang Yao’s wedding, as if her own daughter were taking a wife.
She chatted with Jiang Yao at length, having already thought through everything, from how many betrothal gifts1 to send, how much she would add to them, and which family’s embroideresses to hire to make the two sets of women’s wedding attire.
This was also the first time Jiang Yao had ever wanted to marry someone, so she knew nothing about these matters. She listened as her shiniang spoke, learning a great deal.
Song Muyun, on the other hand, didn’t dare to listen. Her cheeks flushed with shyness, and she buried her head in her food, eating earnestly.
Jiang Yao kept an eye on her. The moment a dish was finished, she would immediately place some more on Song Muyun’s plate, coaxing her to eat a little more.
Sima Wujiang joined the conversation after a moment, telling Jiang Yao to save a few invitation cards for him. He wanted to invite some of his friends from the martial world.
Jiang Yao naturally did not refuse.
As the group chatted, Jiang Yao took her eyes off her little wifey, who was focused on her meal. But just then, Song Muyun stirred. A snow-white hand suddenly shot out to brace herself on the table, making a dull thud. Jiang Yao instinctively looked over, and in the next instant, a fluffy head crashed straight into her arms.
The person was still struggling to get up, but her head wouldn’t move from its spot.
Jiang Yao held the head in her arms, listening to her mumble incoherently that she was dizzy. Jiang Yao’s brow furrowed tightly. She looked down, her gentle tone laced with urgency. “Dizzy? Why are you suddenly dizzy? I’ll have someone fetch a physician.”
As she spoke, she made to stand and carry Song Muyun away. Madam Sima was startled at first, but then she saw the pile of duck bones on the little lady’s plate and suddenly understood. She began to laugh. “Don’t be in such a hurry to call a physician. Could it be that your wife is drunk?”
Jiang Yao was dumbfounded.
“But she didn’t drink any wine,” she said instinctively.
She, her Master, and her shiniang had been the only ones drinking; they hadn’t poured any for Muyun.
Madam Sima glanced at the duck dish on the table, of which only a few pieces of meat remained, and chuckled. “My strong liquor roasted duck has quite a bit of alcohol in it. It’s potent. Even your Master would get drunk if he ate too much.”
Jiang Yao was speechless.
She understood now. Looking at her wifey’s flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, she really did look drunk.
“You silly little fool, you can even get drunk from eating duck.”
Jiang Yao dotingly stroked the tip of Song Muyun’s pert nose.
The young lady sensed the movement and raised her eyes to look at her blankly.
Madam Sima hadn’t expected her to get drunk either and felt a bit helpless. But seeing Song Muyun lying obediently in Jiang Yao’s arms, so submissive and letting herself be handled, a playful mood struck her. She found her more and more adorable, and even reached out a finger to poke the woman’s soft cheek, giving it a light pinch.
Perhaps because she was being teased, an unfamiliar scent wafted before her nose, and a sense of grievance welled up in the young lady for no reason. Without a word, she turned her head to hide, her fluffy little head burrowing and squirming, trying to press deeper into Jiang Yao’s embrace. Now and then, a displeased little whimper would escape her lips.
Jiang Yao had no choice but to hold her tight. She looked at her shiniang, her expression a mixture of helplessness and a unique tenderness reserved for the person in her arms. “Please don’t tease her. She’ll be embarrassed when she sobers up and finds out.”
“Oh? She gets embarrassed? Now that’s a rare sight. You and Shan’er are both so thick-skinned, it’s not often I see either of you shy.”
The more Madam Sima looked, the more she found Muyun endearing and cute. She really wanted to reach out and pat her, but seeing how Jiang Yao treasured her, she probably wouldn’t let her touch her so casually. Oh well, she was an elder now; she had to show some restraint.
With that thought, Madam Sima told Jiang Yao to take her back to a room to sleep.
Jiang Yao used to come to the Great General’s Residence often to practice martial arts, so she naturally had a room there. It had been kept clean ever since Sima Wujiang and Madam Sima returned, and today it came in handy.
Jiang Yao nodded. She swept her wifey, who was too drunk to even stand steadily, into her arms and walked as if generating wind, carrying her off to bed.
Song Muyun was in a daze, but her mind still remembered that she was meeting the elders with Jiang Yao today.
Even as she was being carried away, her slender fingers still clutched Jiang Yao’s collar. Though she was about to pass out, she still managed to ask, “Shi-shiniang? We have to tell shiniang we’re leaving, otherwise it’s impolite…”
With that, her head drooped powerlessly onto Jiang Yao’s chest again.
She whispered that she felt dizzy and couldn’t think straight.
Jiang Yao held her head and soothed her, “We’ve already told shiniang. If you can’t think straight, then don’t think. Just get some rest. Everything will be fine.”
Song Muyun’s voice was sweet and soft as she hummed in agreement. Clearly, she trusted Jiang Yao completely and lay quietly in her arms without another word.
Jiang Yao took her to the room she usually stayed in, placed her on the bed, and removed her shoes and socks. Just as she was about to stand up and stretch her back, she noticed that Muyun’s fingers had, at some point, secretly latched onto a corner of her sleeve, clutching it tightly in her palm as if afraid she would run away.
“Getting clingier and clingier, hmm?”
She reached out to play with the young lady’s soft cheeks, pinching the extra flesh on both sides until her rosy lips pouted adorably. The bullied person let out a soft whimper and shook her head to escape.
“Getting drunk just from eating a duck, tsk tsk tsk.”
With her sleeve being pulled, Jiang Yao couldn’t leave. She simply sat down to accompany Song Muyun. But she had only been sitting for a moment when the person on the bed suddenly opened her eyes. Her slightly misty gaze fell upon Jiang Yao, and for some reason, Jiang Yao’s spirit sharpened and she sat up straight.
“What’s wrong? Still dizzy?”
She reached out to touch Song Muyun’s flushed cheeks. They were a little hot; the alcohol was probably starting to dissipate.
The young lady lay on the bed, staring blankly at Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao was a bit baffled. A moment later, she smiled. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Wifey!”
Song Muyun suddenly exclaimed, her eyes shining. She used the term of endearment Jiang Yao always used for her, and she looked very happy about it.
Jiang Yao froze.
Great, she’s still not sober.
She leaned over and kissed Song Muyun, her voice gentle. “Still dizzy? Do you want me to sleep with you for a while?”
But the person shook her head obediently, saying, “Not dizzy. Wifey, hold me~”
Song Muyun opened her arms, her eyes gleaming as she asked for a hug.
Jiang Yao was speechless.
Damn, so my wifey has always wanted to call me wifey in her heart but never said it. Now that she’s drunk, her true feelings are finally exposed. Oh well, what can I do? She’s my own wifey, so I’ll just have to spoil her.
She obediently reached out, leaned down, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into an embrace.
Song Muyun seemed delighted. The corners of her lips curved high as she rubbed her cheek vigorously against Jiang Yao’s neck, her face full of joy.
“Sit properly. Don’t fidget.”
Some people, even when drunk, are extremely obedient. When Jiang Yao told her not to fidget, she really stopped moving. She sat quietly in her lap, occasionally lifting a pair of moist, bright eyes to look at her. It truly made Jiang Yao want to hold her like a treasure in the palm of her hand, to dote on and pamper her.
“Wifey!”
The person in her arms seemed to have fallen in love with this address, calling it out every few moments. Lest she feel disappointed by a lack of response, Jiang Yao answered every single time, proving herself an expert at coaxing people.
After a while of this, Song Muyun’s crimson lips pouted. She leaned against Jiang Yao’s chest, her eyelids repeatedly closing and opening as if she were sleepy. It was Jiang Yao’s fault; she had bullied her a little too late last night, so she probably hadn’t slept well.
“Sleepy? If you’re sleepy, then go to sleep.”
The person in her arms still had some awareness. Hearing her speak, she sat up straight almost instantly, then foolishly repeated, “You’re my wifey too!”
Jiang Yao sighed helplessly and nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, Eldest Miss is right. I’m your wifey too.”
She called her Eldest Miss, which made the Eldest Miss unhappy again. “I’m not an Eldest Miss, I’m your wifey!”
Jiang Yao was speechless.
“Alright, alright. You’re my wifey, I know you’re my wifey. Then, wifey, be good and take a nap first, okay? Your head won’t be dizzy after you sleep.”
Song Muyun nestled against Jiang Yao’s soft chest and finally gave a soft hum of agreement. Leaning against her, she fell asleep in no time.
Jiang Yao held her with nothing to do, but she didn’t feel bored. Even just lowering her head to count her eyelashes felt immensely interesting.
The uncommonly beautiful woman’s eyelashes were long and thick, utterly gorgeous.
She could spend quite a while just counting them.
…
By the time Song Muyun woke up, Jiang Yao had been holding that position for a while. Though her arms were sore and her legs were numb, she hadn’t dared to move, afraid that the slightest motion would wake her. She waited until the other had slept comfortably and woken up on her own.
Those misty eyes opened. At first, she didn’t seem to register where she was. When she looked up and saw Jiang Yao, she instinctively snuggled closer and hugged her.
Jiang Yao stroked the soft body in her arms and breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re finally awake. You’ve worn me out.”
Song Muyun’s eyes were filled with confusion. At first, she didn’t understand what Jiang Yao meant, until Jiang Yao cupped her perky bottom with both hands, lifted her up, and looked down at her own legs, saying, “My legs went numb from you sitting on them.”
The young lady’s face instantly turned red. She quickly sat back down on the bed by herself, then reached out to hug Jiang Yao’s neck, pressing against her as before. “Why was I sleeping in your arms? You should have put me down.”
Her eyes were filled with a shy smile; she was clearly still very, very happy.
Jiang Yao said with helpless indulgence, “I wanted to put you down, but I was afraid you’d cry.”
At her words, Song Muyun’s eyes widened instantly, and she retorted in a sweet, petulant voice, “I would not cry! You’re not allowed to slander me!”
“Hmph, who’s slandering you? Have you forgotten how you were clinging to me and refusing to let go when you were drunk just now?”
Although she was the one who had pulled her into her lap, she could tell Muyun didn’t remember a thing, so she deliberately made it up to tease her.
The young lady froze, her expression turning hesitant. She had never been drunk before and rarely touched alcohol, so naturally, she had no idea what she was like when intoxicated.
But in her memory… she really couldn’t recall how she had fallen asleep.
She looked at Jiang Yao, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. “Did I really insist on sleeping in your arms because I was drunk?”
“Mhm. You were drunk and kept calling me wifey, then asked me to hold you.” Her words were a mix of truth and lies; it wasn’t like Muyun could tell the difference anyway.
This made Song Muyun’s face turn crimson in an instant. She couldn’t believe she would say such things when she was drunk.
She… she wasn’t Jiang Yao, how could she call someone wifey!
Only Jiang Yao loved to use such an embarrassing term of endearment. She didn’t like to say it at all.
Song Muyun weakly refuted this in her heart, but on the surface, she didn’t dare say a word.
She just pretended not to hear, lowering her head and guiltily playing with Jiang Yao’s hair.
“It’s fine if you forgot about that, but do you still remember that I’m going to marry you?” she asked with a smile.
Song Muyun immediately sat bolt upright, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at Jiang Yao and nodded vigorously. “I remember, I remember! You said you were going to marry me!”
Jiang Yao hummed in agreement, raising a hand to knead her cheeks, which had grown fleshy under her care. “Mhm, I’m going to marry you.”
Her voice was low and gentle, instantly captivating her.
Song Muyun quieted down. A moment later, something occurred to her, and her expression grew apprehensive. She looked up, conflicted. “You’re marrying me, but will Uncle agree? Will your colleagues in the court… gossip about you?”
Where in the world did a woman marry another woman? What Jiang Yao was doing was unorthodox and rebellious,2 all just to put her at ease and give her a proper status.
Song Muyun was so moved she could cry, her eyes welling up with tears.
Jiang Yao held her and soothed her. “What is there to gossip about? This is our own family’s business, it’s none of their concern. Even if they talk, no one would dare say it to our faces. Don’t worry, hmm?”
“I… I’m afraid it will affect Uncle’s and your reputations.”
She was so obedient and sensible, always thinking of others.
Jiang Yao chuckled. Her legs were no longer numb. She once again reached out, cupped Song Muyun’s soft buttocks, and lifted her onto her lap.
“Still calling him Uncle? You’ll have to change it to ‘Dad’ soon. My dad isn’t afraid of his reputation being affected. Since Mother could say this to shiniang, Father must have agreed. They’ve consented to us being together. All we have to do is get married; they’ll handle the rest.”
Jiang Yao had blind faith in her old father.
Infected by her confidence, Song Muyun’s eyes lit up as well. She asked sweetly, “Then can we really get married?”
“Mhm, we definitely can,” she affirmed.
She successfully made Song Muyun look forward to their wedding with great anticipation. Following her earlier train of thought, she announced in a sweet, high voice, “Then I want to embroider my own wedding attire!”
Jiang Yao was taken aback.
Her confident expression changed, becoming hesitant and troubled. “Embroidering it yourself would be too tiring. It’s draining and hard on your hands. I just discussed it with shiniang and we decided which embroideress to hire. I promise our wedding attire will be made beautifully, okay?”
She held Song Muyun’s slender hand and asked tentatively.
A woman’s wedding attire was more complex than a man’s. If she were to embroider it herself, it would probably take a very long time. Besides, the needles were so small; embroidering every day could easily damage her eyes.
Jiang Yao frowned deeply, not wanting her to work so hard.
But Song Muyun was unwilling to let anyone else handle her wedding attire. The young lady sat in Jiang Yao’s lap, hugging her arm and swaying it back and forth, her eyes watery and pitiful. “But I don’t want anyone else to make our wedding attire. I want to do it myself, Jiang Yao~”
“Then if you make yours, do I have to make my own wedding attire too?”
Just the thought of herself holding a needle made Jiang Yao’s whole body stiffen, her face as black as the bottom of a pot.
She was only getting married once in her life, and she had no desire to ruin their auspicious day3 with her clumsy embroidery skills.
But Song Muyun had clearly already thought it through. Hearing this, she sat up straight and used a pleading tone again. “Let me make your wedding attire too, okay? I don’t want anyone else to do it, Jiang Yao~”
She was acting spoiled, a sight that could easily soften anyone’s heart. Jiang Yao rubbed her forehead, exasperated. “How long does it take you to make one set of wedding attire?”
When it came to a specific timeframe, Song Muyun thought for a moment, then instantly lost her confidence. She blinked her eyes and said in a small voice, “If… if I’m fast, a few months. If I’m slow, a year.”
…
The two looked at each other, one helpless, one innocent.
Jiang Yao asked again, “So you’re saying we should have the wedding in two years?”
Hearing this, the person in her arms immediately jumped up as if her fur was on end, refusing without hesitation. “No, I don’t want to wait that long!”
…
“Then when do you want to get married?”
Song Muyun rubbed her nose. “Six months at most. I want to marry you soon.”
Jiang Yao was speechless.
“Can you finish two sets of wedding attire in six months?”
The young lady honestly shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Then do you still want to make the wedding attire yourself?”
Looking pitiful, she wrinkled her little nose. If one listened closely, she even sounded like she was about to cry. Slowly, she uttered a single word, “Yes.”
She was incredibly stubborn.
“But you won’t have enough time.”
Jiang Yao stated the fact, and Song Muyun fell silent, her head drooping in disappointment.
She truly wanted to make their wedding attire herself, and she truly wanted to marry Jiang Yao within six months. If they waited too long, what if something went wrong?
Jiang Yao had time now, but in the future, she might have to constantly rush to the battlefield. When would they find the time to get married then?
Song Muyun was anxious, her lips pressed tightly together.
A moment later, she heard a sigh from above her head. A hand, calloused from years of martial arts practice, reached under her complex dress. It was rough, and the touch was ticklish.
The touch completely bewildered her.
How did the conversation turn into… this?
Song Muyun gave Jiang Yao a push, huffing, “What are you doing? We’re talking about serious matters!”
“This is also a serious matter.”
Jiang Yao laid Song Muyun down on the bed, and in between her soft gasps, she asked, “Do we absolutely have to get married within six months, and do you absolutely have to make the wedding attire yourself?”
Song Muyun’s chest heaved, but she still nodded emphatically. “Mhm!”
Her eyes were misty, exuding an air of innocence.
After some thought, Jiang Yao proposed, “The wedding attire can be made by someone else. Would it be faster if you just did the embroidery on top?”
Song Muyun’s eyes lit up. She wanted to speak, but her throat was already blocked by countless moans. In the end, she could only nod obediently. After a good while, she recovered her strength, her eyes watery. She pushed away Jiang Yao’s mischievous hand. “Then… then later, I want to make two sets of wedding attire from scratch, stitch by stitch. Will you wear it with me? We won’t invite any guests, we’ll just wear them secretly by ourselves.”
She still wanted two sets of wedding attire made by her own hands.
Getting married was for a legitimate status, to let everyone know she was Jiang Yao’s wife.
Later, she could wear the wedding attire she personally made with Jiang Yao and bow to Heaven and Earth4 once more under the moonlight. That would be a beautiful moment belonging only to them.
At this thought, Song Muyun visibly brightened. She had never felt so clever before. She looked up at Jiang Yao with anticipation.
Jiang Yao’s mischievous hand had just been slapped away. She looked helpless. It was her own wifey; whatever she wanted to do, she could only accompany her.
And… getting married twice did have a certain charm to it.
“Alright, alright, I promise you everything. Good baby, let this wife touch you again.”
As she spoke, she held her hand, dripping with fluids, in front of Muyun. The fluids had almost soaked her entire hand.
Song Muyun blushed, understanding her meaning. She leaned in and extended her small, soft, scarlet tongue, lightly licking the fluids.
It didn’t taste good at all.
Her face grew even redder. She buried her face in Jiang Yao’s chest. The woman lay on her side, fully clothed and motionless. If anyone saw, they would only think she was sleeping. Only an ill-mannered person looking at her skirt would notice the fabric bobbing up and down, as if something were moving inside, causing the woman’s delicate body to tremble along with it.
An unknown amount of time passed. The evening glow quietly crept across the sky, casting a dusky yellow light. A maidservant came to knock on the door, asking in a soft voice for the two masters to come out for dinner. Only then did the person on the bed startle awake.
A somewhat lazy voice sounded out, “Understood, we’ll be there in a moment.”
Inside the room, Song Muyun gripped Jiang Yao’s arm tightly, her eyes frantic. “Quick, think of something! My clothes are all dirty, how can I go out and see people?”
The young lady was very anxious. The slightest movement brought her into contact with a patch of damp coldness, which was utterly embarrassing.
The room was filled with the lewd scent of post-coital bliss; she didn’t dare let anyone in.
Jiang Yao was unhurried. She stood up, swept Song Muyun into her arms, and carried her to the large wardrobe. “These are all my clothes. I have one or two new sets made each year, just in case I suddenly stay over and have nothing to wear. Take your pick, which one do you want to wear?”
Song Muyun peeked her head out from Jiang Yao’s embrace.
She looked at the colorful dresses.
Every single one was made of excellent material, and the colors were… extremely vibrant.
They were bright colors she would never normally wear.
She clutched Jiang Yao’s sleeve and asked in a small voice, “If I go out in different clothes, will shiniang know what we did?”
Jiang Yao’s face was expressionless as she shattered Song Muyun’s fantasy. “The way we are now, even if you don’t change your clothes, she’ll still be able to guess.”
Song Muyun was speechless.
She looked down at her own wrinkled and somewhat damp clothes and had to admit that Jiang Yao was right.
She couldn’t help but blame Jiang Yao. “It’s all your fault! You just had to do it! We were clearly discussing something else, but you just had to mess with me, you just had to! Now look, shiniang will definitely laugh at us in secret.”
She buried her head in Jiang Yao’s chest, too ashamed to face anyone.
Jiang Yao obediently wrapped her arms around her little wifey’s soft waist and coaxed her, “How could she? Shiniang isn’t that kind of person. Hurry and get dressed, they’ll get impatient waiting for us outside. Be good, now.”
She held her and coaxed her again and again, until Song Muyun finally pulled back a little from her embrace and was forced to pick up a red dress and change in front of Jiang Yao.
Between her legs was still a little damp. Jiang Yao used a handkerchief to wipe her dry, but her naturally sensitive body was nearly sent over the edge again by the wiping. By the time both her legs were finally clean, the young lady’s eyes had already become watery and filled with a hint of lust.
Jiang Yao patted her exposed, pale, tender bottom. “Stop thinking about nonsense. Hurry up and put on your pants.”
The person instantly snapped back to her senses, shooting Jiang Yao a glare and fiercely denying it. “I wasn’t thinking about anything! You’re clearly the one who’s thinking about it, and you’re blaming me again.”
Her voice was sweet and endearing, making one want to cherish her. Jiang Yao didn’t have the heart to bully her anymore. After she was dressed, she leaned over and began kissing her soft lips.
The young lady instinctively pushed her away. Thinking that she had to see the elders soon, she pushed even harder, letting out muffled whimpers. It wasn’t until Jiang Yao let go that she stomped her foot in frustration. “You… what are you doing? It’ll be so bad if shiniang and the others see! If you do this again, I’ll ignore you.”
She had nothing else to threaten Jiang Yao with, so she had to resort to ignoring her.
Yet this light-as-a-feather sentence was very effective on Jiang Yao. The moment she said it, Jiang Yao raised her hands in surrender. “I won’t, I really won’t. Please don’t ignore me.”
She smiled, trying to please her. “If you ignore me, my heart will be sad.”
“Hmph. You knew that, yet you still bullied me on purpose.”
Song Muyun finished dressing, tidied her hair a little, and then went out with Jiang Yao.
When they arrived at the front hall, they were indeed met with Madam Sima’s astonished gaze. Song Muyun clutched her fiery red sleeve, and after greeting her, she didn’t dare to look up.
It was Jiang Yao who gave her shiniang a look. Shiniang paused, swallowed the teasing words on the tip of her tongue, and became enthusiastic again. “Yun’er, you’re finally here! We were just waiting for you. Quick, try the dishes for dinner and see if they’re good. There’s no alcohol this time, so eat as much as you like.”
Madam Sima didn’t ask why she had changed her clothes. Song Muyun breathed a sigh of relief, and her body relaxed. She answered obediently and let shiniang and Jiang Yao fill her plate with food.
Unlike Jiang Yao, who was riding the spring breeze of success5 with a wife and an impending wedding, Sima Jushan on the opposite side was sore all over. He found Jiang Yao an eyesore in every way possible. As he ate, he viciously tried to stir up trouble. “Didn’t we agree to practice together this afternoon? Jiang Yao, where did you go? You didn’t show up all afternoon!”
Song Muyun, who was eating, froze completely.
Jiang Yao looked up and gave him a “you talk too much” glare. Madam Sima was even more direct, putting a drumstick in Sima Jushan’s bowl and scolding him, “Can’t you just shut your mouth while you eat? Her martial arts are much better than yours, so what if she doesn’t practice?”
Song Muyun quietly, quietly scooted a little closer to Jiang Yao, her dark hair hiding her flushed cheeks. She dared not look up even more, and ate the entire meal in silence.
Sima Jushan, who kept trying to speak, was shut down several times by Madam Sima, who was afraid her son would say something shocking. Finally, he closed his mouth resentfully.
The meal was finally finished in peace.
As Madam Sima was seeing Jiang Yao off, she specially reminded her that once the wedding date was set, she must tell her as soon as possible so she could invite some friends over to share in the joyous occasion.
This was the first time in the world that a woman was marrying another woman; it was such a novelty.
Jiang Yao naturally agreed. She left with an arm around Song Muyun’s shoulders. It wasn’t until the carriage was far away from the Great General’s Residence that Song Muyun dared to throw herself into Jiang Yao’s arms. Her face flushed red for no reason. Thinking of the absurd events of the afternoon, she felt a little shy, but even more, she felt anticipation.
Anticipation for the future.
They would get married. They would let everyone know they were together. They… would be together forever, and no one would be able to separate them.
Footnotes
- Traditional gifts presented by the groom’s family to the bride’s family to formalize an engagement.
- Original term: 离经叛道 (lí jīng pàn dào), an idiom for departing from established conventions and doctrines.
- Original term: 良辰吉日 (liáng chén jí rì), an idiom for a propitious day, especially for a wedding.
- Original term: 拜天地 (bài tiān dì), the first of the three bows in a traditional Chinese wedding ceremony, signifying respect to the universe.
- Original term: 春风得意 (chūn fēng dé yì), an idiom for being flushed with success.
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