三 Becoming a woman in the deep boudoir
Meng Jia Yi was brought back to life.
Her eyes wandered around the unfamiliar place with an expression of timidity and vigilance. Hands clenched on the soft material of the skirt she wore which she doesn't have on her small closet; she was numb to see a tall paper screen with the mountains and rivers painted on it. Wooden stools around a big sandalwood cabinet where a hazy mirror was settled; her feet were bounded in thick socks that warms her feet while she took a pearl ingrain with flat shoes.
She stood up and almost fell but stabilize herself, she turned around to see the canopy bed with carved designs swirling to every corner. Eyes squinted to see the figure that was reflected into the hazy copper mirror- it was a face that differs from her greatly.
No more the hollow cheeks and unhealthy shade of white that could almost rival a corpse. Hair that was black like the feather of a crow; healthy and thick with a silky texture embellished with a real-life imitation of a butterfly and with one step — the buyao would dangle on each side of her hair causing it to shale as if the wings of a butterfly would flutter to existence.
Her skin was flushed in a healthy color, with lotus arm roots that were seen to be nurtured for years. With a dot of cinnabar to the center of her forehead, her peach blossom eyes looked even more charming; hooking one's soul and being willing to be hooked. Her lips were like the petals of a flower and as it opened up, she speaks her first word.
"What the fuck?"
Her lashes fluttered as she blinks profusely from the disbelief of waking up with a beating heart and a new body. She has been reading transmigration novels- heck she has even written dozens of them. Now, who would explain why she has come to this strange place with a new identity and life?
Moreover is this dynasty a real one- wouldn't she mess up the world by coming here as someone from the future?
She was taken aback when she heard someone calling- it was a girl with such lively voice contrasting to her thunderous expression now.
"Miss? Have you woken up? This maid of yours have brought your cloak and umbrella"
Cloak? Umbrella? Seems like the original person she took over was about to leave but to where. Most of all who is she even?!
Her mind works faster; it functions through the pressure of time and unknown forces. Adapting is much better than feigning amnesia; it just doesn't work well with her and she is not a good liar. Furthermore judging from her new identity she came from an influential family based on the material of her dress and her room.
A girl from the boudoir won't know much for she would have to be practicing the four arts and being confined in her room for a lot of time. A girl with this identity wouldn't pose much danger, she would have to deal with this thing first before settling down.
"I understand" with a voice tinged with a gentleness she softly answered, for once she would adapt the personality of a woman in the deep boudoir.
Gentle and elegant like how water would flow, meek and timid due to being sheltered from the world. She will have to face this hurdle first before she would face her anxiety and fear of the unknown.
"Come in"
She didn't hear much of the steps but knew that the person was behind her, she turn around and saw a young girl not much older than her but barely called a woman. She doesn't know her age, might as well ask this girl in front of her.
"Arrange my hair and clothing"
"This maid obeys" The maid whom she assumed was her personal maid moved with adept steps, her hands were skillful and it seems like the original was a gentle person based on the maid's willingness and care present in her eyes.
Although the maid of the original doesn't look her in the eye she could still see the peace that was present in her brows. So she is a kind and empathic lady than for maids are just valuable goods that could be easily replaced based on this ancient world.
"Where are we going again?" She asked as she marvels at the precious gold hairpin that was inserted in her waterfall silk hair.
"First young miss and Second young miss have been invited to the palace to admire the peach blossom flowers that the Noble concubine has planted. Third young miss was also given the invitation letter" the maid peered at her as if expecting something- she could only assume to look conflicted and nervous which made the maid sigh in distress and continued. "Do not fret miss, XiXi will stay with you and won't leave your side for a second!"
"Um, I trust you XiXi" so that is her name, she must be close to the original to say this to her. There must also be an incident that made her state that she'll never leave her side once more.
It seems like what she has shown was the original's true feelings for this event. One has already known the real purpose of this event of admiring flowers. They are the flowers that are to be admired by the princes; like cattle to be taken and bred to continue the royal bloodline.
As an author herself, she knew that going into the palace is a suicide move. No matter how glorious the outside looks it swallows a life without spitting the person's bones. The hands of everyone are stained. No matter how one expressed themselves to be noble and preach to love and care for the people that were all spitting out lies; letting the public eat it and taking advantage of how they are illiterate to comprehend the politics and intrigues that those in the high offices do.
XiXi brought out a snow cloak fur and put it on her shoulders to prevent her from getting a cold. Another thing she learned besides knowing that she is the third daughter with two elder sisters on top of her; she was a weak willow that needed the care of a man.
The umbrella was taken care of by XiXi and as they leave, XiXi followed her from behind making her stop in her tracks after opening the door. She looked outside with a complicated gaze but hid it when she saw in the corner of her eyes the quizzical look of XiXi.
"I should give my greetings first to mother before we left" She doesn't know if the original still has her biological mother living or not. What's more, she doesn't know if she's a daughter of a concubine or the main room.
"Miss, Madam Sima doesn't like to see... her daughters running rampant and always looking for her" with XiXi's hesitant voice she has known her status already.
She's a daughter of a concubine with a Madam that hated her status.
Notes:
• Cinnabar is a powdered mineral that makes Vermilion, a brilliant red or scarlet pigment
• Buyao is a type of Chinese women's hair ornament. It is a type of Chinese hairpin in which the jewelry dangles when the wearer walks.
• The four arts (zither, Go, calligraphy, painting); the accomplishments of a well-educated person.***
Third chapter! Hope you like this chapter!I'm not sure what I would do when I transmigrate into another world or a parallel world at that but one thing is for sure I better get a grip of myself and follow the rules of the world. What our MC has done is to calm herself first and try to adapt to her new identity. She's following the original's character and would not make herself look strange because of her modern soul. It'll be like attracting officials to set fire on you or monks to cleanse your soul of evil. So what would you do? Comment down below!
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