Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 237 A Female-Dominated World (9)

“You’re the hardest person to ask out. My mother wanted to see you several times, but you kept turning her down. However, when I came, my mother said that His Majesty might be planning to see you.” Wenrou said with a gentle smile as she sat down to the side.

"His Majesty isn't just sitting around doing nothing, why would he bother with a mere scholar like me?" Wangyou wasn't worried at all.

"It's all because of the snow disaster."

"No rush, we'll talk about it later," Wangyou said calmly.

Despite her words, Wangyou still didn't really want to see the Empress beforehand. After Wenrou left, Wangyou spent some merit points to use her words of wisdom to make the Empress ignore her.

However, this led Wangyou to discover a good thing: her merits were increasing little by little every day, and more importantly, these merits carried the power of the nation's destiny. The nation's destiny carries the fortune of the entire country; the country is really amazing.

In this way, if she wants to send something back in the future, with the added benefit of the nation's fortune and merit, she won't have to spend too much merit. Now Wangyou is truly happy.

The happy result was that Wangyou ate an extra bowl of rice.

"Wangyou, I have something to tell you." The mother and daughter went to the study.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"You're almost sixteen, so it's time to start thinking about getting married."

"Mother, I'm only fourteen years old, what's the rush?"

“How can I not be worried? Other people your age are already married, or at least engaged. You don’t even have anyone. How can your mother not be worried?” Xie San Niang said with a laugh and a scolding.

"If I don't find one I like, I'll definitely tell you when I do. But Mom, I told you about this before, did someone contact you?"

“It’s almost Chinese New Year, and our family has suddenly received a lot of invitations. Your mother has also received quite a few. Those adults are implying that they want to marry their sons to you. So I’m thinking of getting engaged so that we won’t be constantly targeted by others!” Xie San Niang also had a headache. She was worried if her daughter was not good enough, and she was also worried if her daughter was too good enough.

"Mother, if anyone asks again, just say that I will decide my own marriage. If I can't find someone I like, I'll pay a fine for the rest of my life."

"Mother is worried that you will be taking the imperial examination next year. What if His Majesty bestows a marriage upon you? It's not easy to marry a prince!" Xie San Niang was worried about this. In the past, how many families that married princes had a good life?

"Mother, don't worry, I don't want it. No one can force me, not even His Majesty. But Mother, remember to take the guards I found for you with you when you go out in the future."

"Don't worry, Mother always takes it with her when she goes out."

"Fine, stay away from brothels, it's bad for your health. Don't accidentally drink too much and sell your daughter to me," Wangyou said irritably.

"I know, I know!" Xie San Niang blushed a little when her daughter pointed it out, but she kept those words to herself.

On New Year's Eve, Wangyou set off fireworks with her younger siblings, which made her admire the people there. They had actually modified fireworks to create gunpowder, which was why no one in the Tianfeng Dynasty dared to invade.

The family stayed up late around the stove to celebrate the New Year, set off fireworks, and ate dumplings.

The Xie family didn't have any relatives in Fengdu, so they didn't need to visit any relatives. But they didn't expect that someone would come to pay a New Year's visit on the first day of the Lunar New Year. It was Wenrou and Liu Xiang who came.

"Why are you two here? You shouldn't be here to offer New Year's greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year!" Wangyou wasn't really sure, because she didn't like interacting with people much and didn't know much about the New Year.

"Why not? I came here first thing this morning to see the New Year's gifts we prepared." The two of them smiled and took out their New Year's gifts.

Wenrou prepared a box of calligraphy brushes, all kinds, each one worth a fortune.

"I noticed you really like calligraphy brushes, so I bought a set. You like it, don't you?" she said with a gentle smile.

"I really like it, thank you." Wangyou does indeed like collecting pens. She may not necessarily use them, but she will buy any pens she likes.

"What I'm giving you is a stack of peach blossom paper. My second sister brought it back from Xiangbei. As soon as I saw it, I knew it would suit you perfectly," Liu Xiang said with a smile, opening the box as well.

Wangyou touched the soft paper and smelled the faint scent of peach blossoms on it. She couldn't help but take out a piece of paper and write a sentence: "The flowers are similar year after year, but the people are different year after year."

"Good paper." Wangyou was pleasantly surprised. This was the first time she had ever heard of peach blossom paper, but the texture of the paper was really good. It felt delicate and resilient to the touch, just like touching a flower petal.

Wangyou's gaze was on the paper, while Wenrou and Liu Xiang's gazes were on the words and sentences.

"It's a good poem, but I feel a bit melancholy about it!"

"Beautiful calligraphy! Wangyou, your calligraphy is completely different from your usual style. It's so beautiful! Can I have this piece? I'll have it framed." Liu Xiang looked at the calligraphy and was overjoyed.

"I want one too, 'Forget-Worry,' we can't favor one over the other." Wenrou knows her handwriting isn't good, but that doesn't mean she can't tell good from bad. She'll take it back to her mother; her mother will definitely be happy.

“I have both, but this paper and this poem won’t do. They’re too melancholic and not suitable for hanging at home. As for the paper, that’s all I have. Since Liu Xiang gave it to me, I can’t bear to give it to you,” Wangyou said seriously.

"Okay, okay, Xuan paper will do."

Wangyou put away the peach blossom paper, then took out some Xuan paper. "You guys decide on the content, or should I improvise?"

"Go ahead and use your own talent; we won't show off our limited literary skills," Liu Xiang said with a grin, already starting to grind the ink.

“Okay, what font do you want?” Wangyou asked.

"The kind you just wrote looks really cool."

“That’s running script!” Wangyou dipped her brush in ink and began to write: “Sit quietly and reflect on your own faults; refrain from gossiping about others.”

"This is a good saying. I'll hang it in my study so it can constantly remind me," Liu Xiang said happily as she looked at the saying.

"I'm glad you don't mind." After setting the calligraphy aside to let the ink dry, Wangyou thought for a moment, then picked up her brush and wrote the second couplet: "Use bronze as a mirror to straighten your clothes; use people as a mirror to know your gains and losses."

"Forget-Me-Not, this phrase is perfect for my mother; she'll definitely like it." Wenrou was extremely satisfied.

After the writing dried, Wangyou stamped it with her personal seal, then had it packed for the two of them, and the three of them had lunch together.

As the two were about to leave, Wangyou took the gifts she had prepared for them and said, "I've thought about it and it's not appropriate for me to visit your home for the New Year right now. You can just take the New Year gifts back with you."

Seeing Wangyou's serious expression, the two realized once again how much she disliked socializing, and it seemed that her mother at home would be disappointed again.

Wangyou prepared a set of chess pieces and a chessboard for Liu Xiang, carved from the finest jade. For Wenrou, she prepared a sword, as Wenrou was more suited to the path of a military officer than a civil official.

"Thank you, Forget-Me-Not!"

"Alright, it's getting late. I'll have someone take you home." After seeing the two off, Wangyou let out a soft sigh.

Fortunately, she had already made friends with two people at the Imperial College. If there were more people, it would have been really tiring to communicate with them.

No one came to visit in the following days, but there were quite a few invitations of all kinds, none of which were for important banquets, and all of them were declined.

In the blink of an eye, it's the Lantern Festival.