The Prime Minister’s Daughter and the Marquis’s Fool – Chapter 163
by Little PandaEldest Aunt, Please Don’t Like Me and Didi
Feng Qi heard Lin Xizhao’s anxious tone and hesitated for a moment before setting the two children down. The younger one was crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain1. He instantly threw himself into Lin Xizhao’s embrace, weeping as if his heart were broken.
Her heart aching for him, Lin Xizhao picked him up. She took the older boy’s hand and led them both into the room.
Just as she had done yesterday, Lin Xizhao first used a warm cloth to wipe their faces. She then had a servant bring in some pastries and set Qu Zhimu down so they could play together.
Qu Zhimu’s eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of the two older boys. Though she was small, children always found it easy to close the distance between one another. After a short while, the younger boy had grown thoroughly familiar with Qu Zhimu.
Lin Xizhao ordered someone to spread a thick blanket across the floor. Sitting just behind Qu Zhimu, she joined the three children in their play.
It wasn’t long before Zhao Jiayu heard the news and hurried over. Seeing the two boys sitting on the floor playing with her daughter, she slipped off her shoes and sat down on the blanket with them.
The two sons of the Jin family weren’t the least bit shy around Zhao Jiayu. The younger one even shared a few of his toys with her.
Zhao Jiayu looked at the two boys, then lifted her gaze to meet Lin Xizhao’s. Lin Xizhao’s expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, she was turning the matter over in her mind. What exactly was the Jin family’s intention in sending the children here?
Were they trying to build a bond through the children, or were they just using this as an excuse to get into the courtyard?
They certainly couldn’t get into the courtyard themselves—Feng Qi wouldn’t allow it. Everyone in the residence knew that Feng Qi did things exactly as Qu Sheng did. Sometimes, he was utterly devoid of sentiment. If he refused entry, he wouldn’t listen to a word anyone said unless Lin Xizhao explicitly gave her permission.
As long as Lin Xizhao didn’t yield, the Jin family couldn’t get in. However, she couldn’t rule out the possibility that the Jin family might try to force their way over with thick skin.
Zhao Jiayu didn’t have as many convoluted thoughts as she watched the two boys. She picked up a small, fluffy ball and began spinning it playfully in her hand. The younger boy stared at it with wide, round eyes. The moment Zhao Jiayu paused, he immediately smiled and asked, “Auntie, can you teach me?”
Zhao Jiayu raised an eyebrow. She shot a glance at Lin Xizhao before turning back to the boy. “I can teach you, but you have to tell me—who told you to come here?”
The younger boy blinked. He glanced back at his older brother, who shook his head warningly. But the moment the younger boy turned back around, he readily announced, “It was Grandmother.”
Hearing this, the older boy immediately looked at Lin Xizhao. Seeing no reaction from her other than her usual gentle smile, he moved to stop his younger brother from saying anything more.
“Didn’t Grandmother say we shouldn’t tell? Otherwise, we won’t be able to come over and play at Eldest Aunt’s place anymore.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m so cute, Eldest Aunt won’t stop us from coming,” the younger boy said without a care in the world, continuing to fiddle with the ball in his hands.
Zhao Jiayu chuckled. “You really have no shame at all. Tell me then, who’s cuter: you or Meimei?”
The younger boy gave it some thought. Lifting his head, he answered crisply, “Meimei is a girl, so of course she’s cuter than me.”
Zhao Jiayu felt as if he had spoken straight to her heart. Smiling, she pinched his little cheek and began teaching him how to play with the ball.
“That grandmother of yours, ah, is a weasel paying respects to a hen—harboring no good intentions2,” Zhao Jiayu remarked casually as she taught the boy.
Hearing Zhao Jiayu spout such nonsense, Lin Xizhao hurriedly tried to stop her. “Jiayu, the children are still young. You can’t just say whatever you please.”
“What does a weasel look like?” the younger boy asked, looking thoroughly confused.
Zhao Jiayu cast a smiling glance at Lin Xizhao before answering, “It looks exactly like your grandmother. Eating other people’s food, drinking their drinks, and planning to steal from them on top of it.”
“That’s not true. Grandmother isn’t a weasel,” the older boy immediately protested.
Zhao Jiayu looked at the older boy with a grin. “Then tell me, what does your grandmother look like?”
“Like what…” The older boy seemed genuinely stumped by Zhao Jiayu’s question.
Zhao Jiayu had heard the rumors about Aunt Jin’s character before—how she had practically driven the boys’ mother to her death. Thinking of this, Zhao Jiayu marshaled every bit of vocabulary she possessed to dredge up the idioms honey on her lips but a sword in her belly, two-faced and backstabbing3. “Doesn’t she look like an old demon in the mountains who beguiles people, wanting to eat them alive while claiming it’s all for their own good?”
“How did Auntie know?” The older boy blinked, seemingly unable to believe that Zhao Jiayu could say the exact same things his own mother used to say.
Hearing Jin Weifu’s words, Lin Xizhao’s face flickered with doubt. Zhao Jiayu, on the other hand, laughed outright. “Who else has said that?”
“Mother used to say it, too,” the eldest son of the Jin family, Jin Weifu, said, his voice carrying a trace of agitation.
Lin Xizhao and Zhao Jiayu exchanged a look. For the mother of these two children to have spoken such words, she must have been a very straightforward and honest person. It was a tragedy that she had died so young, driven to an early grave by that old woman.
Thinking deeper on it, Zhao Jiayu shuddered. If Lin Xizhao had agreed to this arranged marriage years ago, it was hard to imagine if she would even be alive to be seen today.
After Zhao Jiayu had played with the children for a while longer, a clamor arose outside. It didn’t take much thought to guess who Feng Qi was blocking at the gate—it could only be someone from the Jin family.
“Your weasel grandmother has come to demand her people back. Hurry now, Auntie will walk you out.” Zhao Jiayu picked them both up by the scruff, one in each hand. Lin Xizhao helped put their shoes back on, and Zhao Jiayu led them out.
Seeing the two children emerge, Aunt Jin glanced left and right, but found no sign of Lin Xizhao. Waiting until Zhao Jiayu had brought the children over, she asked with a smile, “Why don’t I see Zhao’er?”
Zhao Jiayu offered a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Aunt, you certainly have a lot of free time. My sister-in-law was already exhausted from looking after my daughter, yet you deliberately sent these two children over so she wouldn’t even have a moment to rest. I really don’t know what kind of intentions you’re harboring.”
Aunt Jin froze for a moment at the words. “How could you say I sent them?” she replied, her tone an awkward mix of defense and embarrassment. “It was these two boys. They kept clamoring that they absolutely had to see their Eldest Aunt. I just took my eyes off them for a moment, and they ran all the way over here.”
“Oh? So Aunt’s meaning is to blame these two children? At your venerable age, you’re actually pushing the responsibility onto mere children. You’d best be careful, lest they learn these convoluted tricks of yours when they grow up.” Zhao Jiayu had no intention of indulging her and threw the words right in her face.
Aunt Jin’s face instantly lost all color. Standing to the side, the older boy, Jin Weifu, sensed that the adults were about to start fighting. Grabbing his younger brother by the hand, he quietly slipped away.
He remembered every word Zhao Jiayu had said today. His grandmother was an old demon.
The moment the two children left, Aunt Jin—who had already spent half the day being blocked at the gate and knew she couldn’t get in to see Lin Xizhao—hurriedly turned and followed after her grandsons.
Watching Aunt Jin depart, Zhao Jiayu spat lightly in contempt. She turned to Feng Qi. “In the future, when that old demon comes around, you absolutely must not let her in.”
Feng Qi bowed his head respectfully. “Yes.”
When Zhao Jiayu returned to the room, Lin Xizhao was holding Qu Zhimu, feeding her water. Lin Xizhao looked up at Zhao Jiayu standing in the doorway and asked, “Are the children sent back?”
“En, that old woman came to pick them up.”
Lin Xizhao had already heard the commotion just now.
“Do you want me to inform Eldest Aunt and urge them to leave?”
Qu Zhimu finished drinking. Lin Xizhao set the cup down and gently wiped the infant’s mouth. “There’s no need. Mother doesn’t want to damage the harmony between our families. As long as they don’t overstep their bounds, we’ll pretend none of this is happening. If they try bringing it up in front of Mother, they’ll inevitably hit a wall.”
Lin Xizhao was already married to Qu Sheng. Although they hadn’t announced it to outsiders, how could the family not protect her? These relatives were certainly important, but if the Jin family tried to pull any outrageous stunts, the Qu family would not sit idly by.
That evening, the medicinal sugar pills prepared by the doctor in the capital were delivered for Qu Zhimu. Qu Yu and Zhao Jiayu decided not to go to the front hall for the evening meal, staying in Lin Xizhao’s courtyard instead to observe Qu Zhimu’s reaction after taking the medicine.
Seeing that Qu Zhimu remained her usual, lively self, Zhao Jiayu and Qu Yu stayed and shared dinner with Lin Xizhao.
At the Lin Residence’s small courtyard.
Ever since Zhu Ming’an and Jin Mingyi had shared that moment of skin-to-skin intimacy while drunk, Zhu Ming’an had felt a restless stirring in her heart every night. Jin Mingyi, however, remained exactly as she always was, unchanged. As they ate their dinner, Jin Mingyi remembered that the Yuanxiao Festival4 was approaching. “Once my father leaves in a few days, how about we spend it at the Qu Residence?”
Zhu Ming’an looked up and readily agreed, “Alright.”
She would go anywhere, as long as Jin Mingyi was there.
“As for the shop, I’m thinking of opening another branch to expand the business.”
“Alright.”
Hearing Zhu Ming’an simply agree to whatever she said, Jin Mingyi cast a sideways glance at her. “Aren’t you even going to ask me why?”
Zhu Ming’an paused with her chopsticks mid-air. She looked over and asked, “W-why?”
“…” Jin Mingyi was speechless.
“Let’s go to sleep early tonight,” Jin Mingyi declared, returning to her food.
Zhu Ming’an thought about it for a moment and nodded. It took her a second to realize Jin Mingyi had lost her temper, so she simply agreed, “Alright.”
After dinner, the two washed up separately. Zhu Ming’an, wearing her inner sleepwear with a thick outer robe draped over her shoulders, stepped into the room and immediately heard the rustle of movement from the inner bedchamber.
She first took a sip of tea and rubbed her slightly chilled fingers before walking inside. The moment she entered, she saw that Jin Mingyi was already lying on the bed.
Zhu Ming’an froze in surprise for a moment. In the past, Jin Mingyi never got onto the bed until she did. Why had she climbed in so quickly tonight?
After mulling it over briefly, Zhu Ming’an didn’t dwell on it. Usually, she would stay up to read or check the account books, but since Jin Mingyi had said she wanted to sleep early tonight, Zhu Ming’an didn’t dare do anything else, terrified that coming to bed late would wake her.
Zhu Ming’an shrugged off her outer robe and climbed onto the bed, gently lifting a corner of the quilt. After lying there for a long time without hearing a sound from Jin Mingyi, she turned her head to peer inward.
Jin Mingyi had her back to her. When Zhu Ming’an had first come in, she had clearly heard her moving around. For her to have fallen asleep so quickly was highly suspicious.
Zhu Ming’an watched her for a while, then rolled over to face her, slowly edging closer until she was pressed against Jin Mingyi’s back.
In the winter, Jin Mingyi was never able to warm the covers on her own, whereas Zhu Ming’an was always toasty and warm. The moment she drew near, Jin Mingyi felt it.
Jin Mingyi abruptly whipped her head around, startling Zhu Ming’an into a stammer. “Y-you haven’t s-slept?”
Jin Mingyi simply stared at her without speaking. Zhu Ming’an subconsciously assumed that she was angry because they were too close, and began slowly scooting backward.
But once there was enough distance between them, Jin Mingyi suddenly lay flat on her back, then rolled over and pressed herself tightly against Zhu Ming’an.
Zhu Ming’an looked at the highly unusual Jin Mingyi tonight, her face tight with nerves, her eyes full of utter confusion.
Pressed against Zhu Ming’an, Jin Mingyi watched her nervous expression. Lowering her eyes, she murmured softly, “That night, you…” Whether out of shyness or something else entirely, Jin Mingyi couldn’t bring herself to say the rest.
Having no idea what Jin Mingyi wanted to do, Zhu Ming’an could only wait in blank anticipation. But a few seconds later, Jin Mingyi suddenly tilted her chin up and kissed her on the lips.
Zhu Ming’an jumped in fright and instinctively jerked backward. But Jin Mingyi, anticipating the retreat, threw her leg over Zhu Ming’an to pin her in place.
Their lips remained pressed together. Very quickly, Zhu Ming’an ceased her subconscious retreat and actively began to kiss her back.
Feeling that Zhu Ming’an was no longer dodging, Jin Mingyi rolled over, pressing Zhu Ming’an into the mattress. Hovering over her, Jin Mingyi panted softly and looked down. “What you did to me that night—I couldn’t feel it properly. Let’s try it again tonight.”
Zhu Ming’an’s mind went blank for a second. What had she done? What exactly had she done to Jin Mingyi that night?
Once Zhu Ming’an finally processed Jin Mingyi’s goal for tonight, she didn’t wait to be urged again. She threw her arms around Jin Mingyi and flipped them over.
As to what she had done… recalling the events of that night, Zhu Ming’an’s own breathing began to quicken.
Zhu Ming’an’s kisses were urgent, her lips and tongue wandering. Feeling the wet heat, Jin Mingyi arched her neck slightly. Zhu Ming’an looked up, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
Jin Mingyi rested her hands on Zhu Ming’an’s shoulders. After drinking that night, her senses had been severely dulled. Tonight, she hadn’t touched a drop of wine, yet she felt a different kind of sluggishness overtaking her, right up until the memory of that night repeated itself, and she felt that strange sensation once again.
A few moments later, a feeling of hollow weightlessness, an indescribably comfortable sensation, spread through her body, making Jin Mingyi gasp uncontrollably.
“Ming’an…” Jin Mingyi’s brow furrowed slightly. The sheer speed with which Zhu Ming’an was overwhelming her left her feeling a bit unaccustomed.
Zhu Ming’an lifted her head. Seeing that Jin Mingyi’s lips were slightly dry, she leaned down and captured them again in a deep, tangled kiss.
Feeling the fiery heat radiating from Zhu Ming’an, a sound escaped Jin Mingyi’s throat—a tone she had never heard herself make before. Startled by the sound, she hurriedly shoved at Zhu Ming’an, who had been doing exactly as she pleased atop her.
“W-what’s wrong?” Zhu Ming’an asked, showing no surprise at being pushed away, seemingly already accustomed to Jin Mingyi treating her this way.
It was just that… Jin Mingyi had clearly asked for this. Why push her away now?
Jin Mingyi raised a hand to wipe her mouth. She looked at Zhu Ming’an, her face burning fiercely red. Because she had sat up, she suddenly felt a chill against her chest. She hurriedly pulled the quilt up to cover herself, her hands scrambling to tie her sleepwear shut.
Zhu Ming’an licked her lips. Even though she had been shoved away, she harbored no resentment toward Jin Mingyi. Watching her panicked state, she slowly leaned in and said, “I-I was t-too rushed. S-sorry.”
Hearing her voice, Jin Mingyi looked up. Seeing Zhu Ming’an’s entirely submissive, apologetic expression, she realized she had overreacted.
“L-let’s just go to sleep.” Jin Mingyi hadn’t managed to break through her own internal barriers. She had only wanted to experience the sensation she had felt while drunk the other day, and she had indeed felt it again. But as for what was supposed to happen next, she had no memory of it, and so she didn’t dare attempt it lightly.
“G-good, good.” Zhu Ming’an nodded rapidly, woodenly.
Jin Mingyi had already secured her sleepwear, yet Zhu Ming’an saw her keeping a white-knuckled grip on the quilt. Trying to ease Jin Mingyi’s nerves, she offered, “I’ll g-go d-down and p-pour a c-cup of w-water.”
“En.” Jin Mingyi nodded.
Zhu Ming’an cast one last glance at Jin Mingyi before sliding off the bed. By the time she returned, Jin Mingyi was lying down. Zhu Ming’an climbed onto the bed with slow, careful movements, lifted the covers, and lay down. A short while later, she took the initiative to roll onto her side and pull Jin Mingyi into her arms.
At first, Jin Mingyi’s body was stiff, but it wasn’t long before she relaxed entirely. Taking advantage of the moment, Zhu Ming’an gently rolled her over so she was fully ensconced in her embrace.
The two were of a similar age, but Jin Mingyi was much more like a child. Zhu Ming’an felt that her own actions just now must have terrified her, and an unmistakable look of heartache appeared on her face.
Early the next morning, just after Lin Xizhao had fed Qu Zhimu her sugar pill and before they had even begun to eat breakfast, the two Jin family children arrived once again.
Lin Xizhao didn’t chase them away. She instructed the kitchen to prepare a few extra dishes the children favored, and had Qu Zhimu’s wet nurse feed the younger Jin boy, Jin Weizhen.
The older boy was perfectly capable of feeding himself, and the table remained quiet. Seeing the two older boys, Qu Zhimu grew curious and reached out to grab at them. When she snagged the sleeve of the eldest Jin boy, he merely turned to her with a smile and offered her a piece of the food he had just picked up.
“You eat it. Meimei is too small. She needs to eat things that are mashed up finer,” Lin Xizhao said with a gentle smile.
Jin Weifu nodded. He moved the food he had picked up and offered it to Lin Xizhao instead. “Eldest Aunt, you eat it.” He wanted to give it to her.
Lin Xizhao looked at him, her eyes lifting in a soft curve. Leaning forward, she took the food from his chopsticks and ate it. “Thank you. Aunt has to feed Meimei, so I’ll eat in a bit. You two eat first.”
“Alright,” Jin Weifu agreed with a nod.
The younger Jin boy was entirely focused on his food. But when he saw Lin Xizhao’s smile, he couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances at her, only returning to his senses when the wet nurse brought another spoonful of food to his mouth, lowering his head to eat once more.
While they were still eating, Zhao Jiayu, failing to find the two Jin boys in the front dining hall, used the excuse of checking on her daughter to come straight over to Lin Xizhao’s courtyard.
Seeing the two little cubs eating with such relish, she sat down and joined them. The two boys were quite well-behaved. They didn’t look much like the rest of the Jin family; they must have taken after their mother.
Zhao Jiayu placed some food into the older boy’s bowl and asked with a smile, “Did your grandmother tell you to come over today, too?”
The younger boy immediately nodded his head. After a moment’s hesitation, the older boy nodded as well. Yesterday, Zhao Jiayu had told them that as long as they didn’t lie, they were welcome to come over anytime. But if they were dishonest, she would chase them out with a big stick.
“What else did your grandmother say today?” Zhao Jiayu asked between bites.
“Grandmother asked if we wanted to take Eldest Aunt back to Lingyi,” Jin Weifu answered truthfully.
Hearing this, Zhao Jiayu immediately feigned displeasure. “Is your grandmother telling you to come snatch someone away?”
“No. She just wants Eldest Aunt to like us, and then Grandmother will tell Great-aunt to let us take Eldest Aunt away,” Jin Weifu stated bluntly.
Lin Xizhao didn’t show much of a reaction as she listened; she had figured this out long ago. She did like children, but she couldn’t simply leave with someone else just because of them. If she left, what would happen to the child she had raised from youth, Qu Sheng—her wife?
If it was a matter of liking a child, her favorite child was Qu Sheng, who had always been so endearing to her from the moment they were young.
“But have you two considered what will happen to Meimei if Eldest Aunt leaves? Meimei likes Eldest Aunt too. If she can’t find her, she’ll cry very sadly.”
“Then we just won’t let Eldest Aunt leave,” the younger Jin boy replied quickly.
Hearing this, Jin Weifu looked at Qu Zhimu in Lin Xizhao’s arms. His little brow twitched as he offered, “Then we’ll take Meimei with us.”
“That won’t do. Meimei is Auntie’s daughter. If my daughter leaves, I’ll have to go with her. And if I go, your Fourth Uncle will have to go too. Oh, and your other Aunt. In the end, our whole family will have to go,” Zhao Jiayu hushed her voice, deliberately trying to scare him.
“That works too.” Jin Weifu nodded, seeming quite welcoming of the idea that they should all move in.
Zhao Jiayu choked on her words for a second, and Lin Xizhao couldn’t help but laugh.
“Do you know exactly what your grandmother wants your Eldest Aunt to do at your house?” Zhao Jiayu quickly pivoted, changing the subject.
Questioned, Jin Weifu looked at Zhao Jiayu, then slowly shook his head.
“Then let me ask you: did your mother like your grandmother?”
Jin Weifu’s eyes lowered, and he shook his head again. The boys’ mother had once violently quarreled with Aunt Jin. Aunt Jin had then wept and wailed, complaining to her son as if she wanted to die, which had ultimately caused Jin Mingjun’s relationship with his wife to deteriorate entirely.
On the surface, the eldest Jin boy didn’t know anything. But in truth, someone from his maternal grandfather’s family had already made it clear to him long ago: his mother had fallen ill and died because she was driven to it by his grandmother.
When he was smaller, he hadn’t understood what death meant. But as he had grown a little older recently and witnessed the death of animals and plants, he had gradually come to understand that it was a separation from which one could never return.
“Jiayu,” Lin Xizhao called out, worried that Zhao Jiayu’s unrestrained words might frighten the child, and hurriedly moved to stop her.
“It’s fine.” Zhao Jiayu looked over, tilting her chin slightly to signal Lin Xizhao to trust her.
Jin Weifu kept his eyes on Zhao Jiayu, waiting for her next words.
“Your grandmother wants to take your Eldest Aunt back so she can be a mother to you. Can you bear to see your Eldest Aunt end up just like your mother did?”
Shock flooded Jin Weifu’s eyes, and he instantly whipped his head around to look at Lin Xizhao.
Hearing Zhao Jiayu’s question, Lin Xizhao looked at the boy with deep concern.
The worry in Jin Weifu’s eyes quickly overtook the shock, and Lin Xizhao saw a profound reluctance in his gaze.
He had seen his mother when she was frail and dying. How could he ever bear to see Lin Xizhao become like that?
“Eldest Aunt, please don’t like me and Didi,” Jin Weifu said, tears welling in his eyes.
Lin Xizhao was momentarily stunned by his words. Zhao Jiayu blinked, truly entirely surprised. She hadn’t expected that after only a few meetings, this child would be so protective of Lin Xizhao. For a moment, she didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Don’t worry. As long as Eldest Aunt doesn’t go to your house, she’ll be perfectly fine. It has nothing to do with whether she likes you or not.”
Jin Weifu looked at Zhao Jiayu and slowly lowered his head. A moment later, he raised it again to look at his younger brother. “Didi, let’s go.”
The younger boy hadn’t even finished eating. Hearing his older brother tell him to leave, he found it completely baffling and shook his head. “I don’t want to. I want to play with Meimei later.”
Looking at Jin Weifu’s utterly serious expression, a trace of heartache appeared in Lin Xizhao’s eyes. “Eldest Aunt won’t be in any danger. Just eat your food in peace. Eldest Aunt will walk you back when you’re done.”
Lin Xizhao tried to soothe the child, but the older boy sat on pins and needles. The moment he saw his younger brother finish eating, he grabbed him and pulled him away, refusing to let Lin Xizhao see them out.
At the Northern Frontier, amidst the freezing winter days, Lin Xizhao’s letters were a bonfire that warmed the heart. Qu Sheng held the letter, reading it over and over again inside the room. This time, the pages were filled with nothing but how much she missed her.
After finishing the letter, Qu Sheng caressed the pages again and again until a commotion sounded outside.
“General, everything outside has been prepared. Exactly as you ordered, we’ve brought one thousand heavy infantry and one thousand cavalry.”
Qu Sheng nodded. Tucking the letter safely against her chest, she said, “We depart in a quarter of an hour5. Inform Assistant Commander Qian.”
“Yes,” the soldier outside saluted and left.
Qu Sheng lowered her eyes in thought for a few moments, glancing down at where the letter rested, before she went to change her armor. It was time to go and bring Qu Ting back.
The author has something to say:
Qu Ting: “Ultimately, my feelings were misplaced. Sister, there needs to be a limit to your lust. I’m still in someone else’s hands here.”
Qu Sheng: “…”
Lin Xizhao: “…”
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Footnotes
- An idiom (líhuā dàiyǔ) literally meaning 'a pear blossom bathed in spring rain,' used to describe the beautiful and pitiful appearance of a young woman or child weeping.
- A traditional Chinese idiom (huángshǔláng gěi jī bàinián) meaning 'the weasel pays respects to the hen.' It describes someone who acts friendly or offers gifts but is secretly harboring malicious intentions.
- Two related Chinese idioms: 'kǒumì fùjiàn' (honey in the mouth, sword in the belly) and 'liǎngmiàn sāndāo' (two faces, three knives). Both describe someone who is outwardly sweet and agreeable but inwardly treacherous and backstabbing.
- Yuanxiao Festival (Yuánxiāo Jié), also known as the Lantern Festival, marks the fifteenth and final day of the traditional Lunar New Year celebrations.
- A quarter of an hour (yí kè zhōng) is roughly 15 minutes.
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