âMaster Wei can ask anything.â Hua Qiong began, sitting next to Feng Zhiweiâs bed and gently twiddling with her hair.
Feng Zhiwei eyed Hua Qiongâs belly speculatively.
Hua Qiongâs belly was not very large and she seemed somewhere between five to six months pregnant, but five to six months ago Yan Huaishi was in Dijing and has definitely not taken a trip to visit South Sea.
Hua Qiong looked down at her belly and smiled, replying: âYouâre correct, this child is not Huaishiâs.â
Feng Zhiwei coughed; even though she had guessed correctly, she was still astonished by the calm answer.
Hua Qiong immediately reached out to pat Feng Zhiweiâs back, and by the time Feng Zhiwei knew to be startled, Hua Qiong had already pulled her hand away.
She gently caressed her belly, her smile faint and her eyes sad. âI am a country girl; my father used to be county magistrate, but he resigned and returned home. He started a traditional school beside Huai Shiâs motherâs nunnery, and my father and I pitied her because she was always bullied, so we helped her occasionally. That was how Huaishi and I met when we were children.â
The story of the unwanted scion and the poor girl.
âBut it wasnât a story of childhood romance,â Hua Qiong continued. âHuaishi did not like me.â
Feng Zhiwei almost spat her tea onto her blanket.
âMadam Chen is a typical wealthy lady, very grateful and appreciative but not a great admirer of backwards country girls. Because of that, Yan Huaishi had no thoughts other than gratitude, though we got along well and others thought of us as a couple.â
Hua Qiong slowly ate the pomegranate, lightly continuing: âOn my fatherâs deathbed, he took my hand and warned me that the state of Qi was too powerful to ally, and that if I married Yan Huaishi I would suffer greatly. I listened and became the first female private school teacher and married a scholar who had failed the Imperial examination.â
âThe scholar had a weak body and fell sick soon after our marriage. I tended to him for over a year but he still passed, and I have been consigned to mourning widowhood.â
âThen this childâ¦â
âThe scholarâs.â Hua Xiong concluded. âPosthumous child.â
Feng Zhiwei let out a quiet breath. This woman had been so confident and brazen at the Ancestral Temple and no one would have guessed that Yan Changtian was not a Yan.
But if the child was not part of the familyâ¦
How remarkable. Carrying another familyâs child to demand entrance to South Seaâs wealthiest familyâs Ancestral Temple, even claiming the birthright of the Main Branchâs eldest grandson. With this false claim, she had saved two lives and shifted the future of the Yan Family and all of South Sea.
Feng Zhiwei had never admired a woman of her age before.
But there was still another question to ask.
âYan Huaishi had not visited South Sea, and the Yan Family surely knew this. Why did they not question you?â
âThey were unsettled by your siege and my brashness and forgot to match up the timing.â Hua Qiong replied, âAnd when news came of the Imperial Envoyâs intention to charge Yan Huaishi with leading the new Department of Maritime Affairs, I knew that the Yan Family would not let Yan Huaishi succeed and I began spreading rumors that Huaishi had snuck over to check on me.â
âWhy?â
âThe child only began showing after its fatherâs death.â Hua Qiong quietly caressed her belly, her face filled with motherly pride. âNo one knew the scholar had left me a child, and I knew that Yan Huaishiâs identity was his largest vulnerability. The Yan Family had never threatened Yan Huaishi because they had never taken him seriously, but once he began to achieve merits, the Yan Family would eventually banish him. In a family that values their ancestry and descent, there is no better shield than the Eldest Grandson of the Main Branch!â
Feng Zhiwei examined Hua Qiong with more and more surprise.
This woman was more intelligent that she had presumed, her insight deep and wide and her talent outstanding. Based on such an early announcement she had laid the grounds for a deeply influential decision.
Her bright smile was only the face over a careful and brave heart.
âYouâ¦â Feng Zhiwei began after a lengthy pause. âYou love him, donât you?â
Without a deeply cutting love, it was difficult to understand how she could go so far.
Hua Qiongâs smile dimmed, but she soon recovered and easily replied: âYes.â
Her reply was brisk, but the meaning behind this simple word made Feng Zhiwei ponder.
She knew the man she loved did not feel the same way.
She knew her mother-in-law would not accept her.
She understood that people would only mock her and think of her as a gold digger.
But she did not care for her reputation and risked her own life, lying to thousands to save the man that she loved.
Feng Zhiwei finally understood her courage and commitment.
She had thought the matter was the fulfillment of childhood sweethearts, so marriage had been a presumptive certainty.
But the truth was that she had no way of knowing what Yan Huaishi would reply to her proposal, and if he refused, only ruthless reprisal awaited. To cause a disturbance before the Ancestral Temple could only be courting death.
âIt is fortunate that this matter has resolved itself.â Feng Zhiwei smiled in relief. âYou will be the Yan Familyâs Madam and no one will dare look down on you.â
âNo.â
Feng Zhiweiâs lifted teacup slipped from her hand and almost fell to the ground, barely caught by Hua Qiong.
âDear girl, can you stop shocking me?â Feng Zhiwei smiled, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Hua Qiong set the tea cup down and grabbed Feng Zhiweiâs hand. âTake me away!â
Feng Zhiwei stared dazedly into the girlâs eyes and then stared down at her tightly clutched hand. If she were not certain that Hua Qiong loved another, she might have thought that she was turning into a second Shao Ning.
âMadam Yanâ¦â Feng Zhiwei eyed her hands meaningfully, gesturing to Hua Qiong.
But Hua Qiong refused to let go, her bright eyes glimmering as she gazed at Feng Zhiwei.
âYou know that I amâ¦â Feng Zhiwei began, her voice confused and trailing. Her mask was incredibly well crafted and she was very confident in her impersonation of a man, so how had this girl realized?
âThe way His Highness looks at you.â Hua Qiong smiled, âI know that look, and I understand.â
Feng Zhiwei fell silent. She had not thought that Ning Yi might give her away, and it was fortunate that sensitive, careful people like Hua Qiong were rare, and most of those people would not understand love the way Hua Qiong did.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om