Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

Yan Nansheng quickly stepped forward and helped her up, "Sister Feifei, be careful."

Help her sit down on the stone bench next to her.

"Sister Feifei, what do you think about General Qin's proposal of marriage?"

"Sheng'er...I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he started crying.

She tried hard to suppress her urge to cry, but she couldn't suppress the grievance in her heart.

"Why...I am the victim..."

"But even I can't forgive myself for losing my innocence..."

Finally I couldn't help crying out loud.

Yan Nansheng's eyes were full of heartache.

Yan Nansheng patted her on the back and said earnestly, "Sister Feifei, the nightmare experience you had when you were young was definitely not your fault."

"The so-called victim-blame theory is simply nonsense and the cruelest secondary harm to the victim. I sneer at such absurd remarks."

Yan Nansheng looked determined and continued in a serious tone, "Sister Feifei, you have to know that the real fault lies with those who did evil, not you."

"You have been keeping this secret deep in your heart and bearing the pain alone. This is not a solution."

Yan Nansheng paused for a moment, held Jin Feifei's shoulders, and looked into her eyes seriously.

"I think General Qin is a man of good character, honest and kind. But human nature is hard to predict. You might as well be brave and tell him the truth to see if he can accept it."

"If he truly loves you, he will understand the hardships you have gone through and be willing to face the future with you."

"But if he can't accept it, then you can see clearly about this relationship and cut off this thread of love. Both parties don't have to be entangled with each other anymore."

"Hiding from the problem will never solve it, it will only make the trouble grow like weeds. It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one, and only by cutting the Gordian knot can you give yourself a relief."

"Of course. What if we all misjudge his character and he speaks rudely to you or spreads it?"

Yan Nansheng looked in the direction where General Qin left, his eyes gradually turning colder.

"Sister Feifei, believe me, I will make him pay for his words and actions!"

As Jin Feifei listened to Yan Nansheng's words, tears welled up in her eyes and her heart was full of struggle.

In fact, she was afraid in her heart, afraid that once she told the truth, she would lose this hard-earned relationship.

But she also understood that Yan Nansheng was right. If she continued to avoid it, she would only become more and more miserable.

"Sheng'er, I'm really scared." Jin Feifei's voice trembled and her body shook slightly.

"But, deep down, I don't want to hide it from him..."

Yan Nansheng patted her arm and gave her strength: "Sister Feifei, be brave. No matter what the result is, at least you have fought for yourself and you will not have any regrets."

"Moreover, someone who truly loves you will never leave you because of past misfortunes."

Jin Feifei bit her lip and took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind: "Sheng'er, just like you said, honesty is the best way. Cut the Gordian knot quickly and neither side will suffer from it anymore."

Yan Nansheng winked at Jin Feifei playfully, "Just think it through. Don't put yourself in a difficult position. Even if you lose him, there may be someone better waiting for you."

******

In the early autumn morning, the coolness flows gently through the streets like water.

On the day when the results of the provincial examination were announced, the entire city seemed to be cast under a spell and happily woke up from its slumber ahead of time.

It was still early and people were already setting up their stalls in the streets and alleys.

The breakfast stalls were steaming hot, and the plump white bodies of the buns, freshly out of the pot, exuded a mouth-watering aroma, as if proudly showing off their delicious thin skin and large fillings.

The fried cakes rolled happily in the oil pan, making a sizzling sound, and each one was fried until golden and crispy.

The stall owners were busy, with beads of sweat on their foreheads. They greeted passers-by warmly with simple smiles on their faces.

In the homes of those scholars, smoke could be seen rising from cooking fires before daybreak.

Deep in the courtyard, the lights are bright.

In the kitchen, my mother was cooking dishes carefully. The sound of cutting vegetables, "thump thump thump", was rhythmic, as if it was playing a prelude to the good news that was about to come.

My father was pacing back and forth, his expression showing both anticipation and nervousness. He looked towards the kitchen from time to time and occasionally sighed softly.

On the streets of the city, the stone pavement was wet with last night's dew, and it was shining slightly, like an ancient bronze mirror, reflecting the traces of time.

The leaves of the trees along the street have turned slightly yellow, some are curled, and some are falling in the wind, showing the beginning signs of autumn.

The early birds are singing on the branches. Their chirping is clear and melodious, and seems to add a bit of joy to this special day.

The breeze blows by, bringing a cool breeze and also stirring the hope and longing in people's hearts.

The morning light gradually spread, covering the ancient city with a layer of golden gauze. The light passed through the mottled leaves, casting tiny pieces of light and shadow on the ground.

Everything seems so peaceful and beautiful, but beneath this tranquility, countless expectations and dreams surge.

The autumn dew of Gui Po's new life is slight, but the light Luo has been thin and has not changed its clothes.

There were crowds of people at the entrance of the Imperial Examination Hall, and the noise was intertwined in the early autumn morning breeze.

Today is the day when the results of the provincial examination are announced. Many scholars have gathered here early, feeling nervous and excited.

The sun had just begun to shine, and it was still somewhat gentle, but it failed to dispel the anxiety in people's hearts.

Some of the scholars had solemn expressions, their lips tightly pursed, and their eyes fixed on the tightly closed gate of the Imperial Examination Hall, as if they wanted to use their eyes to penetrate the barrier that blocked their hope.

Others seemed calm, standing with their hands behind their backs, but their slightly trembling fingers betrayed their inner turmoil.

In the crowd, there was a young scholar in a blue shirt, his forehead covered with beads of sweat. He stared at the direction of the Imperial Examination Hall without blinking, and his lips had been bitten leaving deep marks.

His good friend beside him kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and from time to time he let out a long sigh, and then quickly held his breath, as if this could make time go slower.

The families of the scholars were even more nervous than the scholars themselves. An old man held his grandson's hand tightly, his palms full of sweat, his eyes full of concern and expectation.

He kept repeating, "Don't panic, kid. Don't panic."

A woman clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and prayed silently. Her furrowed brows revealed her inner anxiety.

There was also a middle-aged man who stood straight, looking at the Imperial Examination Hall with a firm gaze, but his clenched fists revealed his nervousness. His wife beside him kept pulling at his clothes, her eyes full of worry.

From time to time, people in the crowd would whisper, "I wonder when this list will be released."

"I hope my son can get into high school."

"The competition in this provincial examination is so fierce, I really don't know what the result will be."

Every word is like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples in people's hearts.

The early autumn breeze blew gently, bringing a slight coolness, but it could not cool the burning expectations in everyone's hearts.

The atmosphere at the entrance of the Imperial Examination Hall became increasingly solemn, and everyone was waiting for the moment that would decide their fate.