Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

The prince looked at Daiyu's shy face and found her even more adorable.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he would make Daiyu accept him and become his wife.

At this time, Xiao Luzi came over and said, "Your Highness, it's getting late. Let Miss Lin rest."

Xiao Luzi winked, and the prince smiled and told Daiyu: "Have a good rest, have a sweet dream, and see you tomorrow."

Daiyu nodded and bid farewell to the prince with a smile.

The prince and Xiao Luzi came to the west wing. The prince breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the chair.

Xiao Luzi poured the prince a cup of tea and said tactfully, "Prince, what are you going to do with this Miss Lin?"

The prince had no choice but to say, "Let Miss Lin recuperate for the time being and rest for a while before we talk."

"But we've been out for too long, the eldest lady will definitely ask about it." Xiao Luzi said as he took out the letter from the eldest lady.

He asked worriedly, "Your Highness, the eldest wife wrote to us a few days ago, asking us to return to Beijing.

My Lord, when will we go back?

"Miss Lin, how are you going to explain this to the First Lady?"

"Explain, explain to the eldest wife?

I am a prince, how can I give her an explanation?

Which royal family member doesn’t have three wives and four concubines?

Even if I marry her, this girl will be promoted from concubine, princess, concubine, and concubine.

But no matter who I marry, she is my legitimate wife." The prince said helplessly.

“That’s the truth, but the prince has been going to great lengths for Miss Lin recently.

"Since the prince likes Miss Lin, he must consider her reputation." Xiao Luzi said timidly.

The prince suddenly seemed to have thought of something, clapped his hands and said, "Yes, that's right. To avoid gossip, Xiaoluzi, you go and tell everyone to keep their mouths shut.

Regarding Miss Lin's matter, tell everyone but don't reveal it to anyone in the mansion. I have my own arrangements."

Prince Beijing is the thirteenth prince of the late emperor, known as the Thirteenth Master, also known as Master Rong.

His mother was a concubine and later became a dowager queen. She has been dead for several years.

The prince lived a carefree life, never participating in court struggles. He enjoyed traveling and sightseeing.

He married Tong Jia Bijun, the eldest daughter of Fuguogong Tong Jia.

Tong Jia was gentle and generous, well-educated and polite, and kind to her servants.

She won the support and respect of everyone in the mansion.

After Tong Jia gave birth to his second son, the prince took the initiative to ask the emperor for permission to make the first wife the legitimate wife.

The couple lived in harmony and treated each other as equals.

The prince once became a model of loving couples among royal family members.

The prince has not returned home recently, and Mrs. Tong has been tossing and turning all night, feeling uneasy.

The servant came to report that the prince would be returning home in a few days.

A long-lost smile appeared on Fu Jin's face.

"Hurry, Cailian, ask someone to bring some water over. I want to take a bath and change my clothes." Tong said with a smile.

Cailian smoothed the makeup on Fu Jin's face and began to put it on. Tong Shi waited anxiously for the prince to come, as if he could see her beautiful face.

Cai Lian smiled and said, "Fujin, you are so beautiful."

Mrs. Tong was wearing a purple Manchu dress today, with a peony pattern embroidered with Suzhou embroidery on it, and the edges of the peony flowers were embroidered with gold thread.

The neckline, cuffs and hem are trimmed with gold thread.

A blooming peony was inserted on her head, with layers of petals, gorgeous and fragrant.

She was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes.

The heels are three inches high, the uppers are inlaid with small emerald green jades, and the toes are embellished with a sparkling ruby. The whole pair of shoes looks gorgeous and elegant.

A rose hairpin inlaid with rubies was inserted in the hair behind the banner.

Her face was lightly made up, and her skin was whiter than snow and as smooth as a baby's.

Almond eyes, rosy cheeks, bright white teeth.

She is tall and slender, with a curvy figure, a thin waist and plump hips.

"Fujin, you are so beautiful!" Cai Lian said with a smile.

"Cai Lian, bring me my zither.

Spread my words, it’s late, everyone should go to bed early.

If you are not sleepy, you can stay with me." Fu Jin said softly.

Cailian smiled knowingly, took Fu Jin's zither, and told everyone in the mansion to rest in peace.

A bright moon slowly rose, the eldest lady adjusted her music, Cai Lian burned incense, and it seemed as if everything had stopped.

"The wind blows and the autumn water is cold, the beauty plays the zither and sings alone,

I wonder where my husband is? I lean on the railing alone until dawn.

My husband does not know what I am thinking of, the river is surging all night.

I wonder if the eternity of heaven and earth will end someday, and when will the mandarin ducks stop envying the immortals?

Sad and alone, I ask the moon, when will my husband return?

The eldest wife couldn't help but burst into tears before the song was over.

"It's been a long time since I last saw the prince..." She suddenly buried her head in the piano and cried softly.

Cai Lian quickly wiped her tears and comforted her: "Fujin, don't cry, the prince will be back in a few days."

After saying that, Cailian put away her zither, helped Fu Jin into the room, watched her fall asleep, and spent the whole night in silence.

It is said that Zijuan and Xueyan searched for several days and asked many people before finally arriving at Master Lefan's temple.

The temple was built outside the deserted city. There was no abbot inside, only a few monks meditating.

A young monk saw the two women arriving at the temple, exhausted and bewildered, and asked in confusion, "Two ladies, what brings you to our temple?"

Zijuan put her hands together and said respectfully, "Hello, young master, we are here to see Master Liaofan from your temple.

My master and he are old friends."

"Looking for our Master Le Fan?" The little monk looked back at the others and didn't dare to speak.

"Our Master Liao Fan has been traveling around the world for more than four months, and we don't know his itinerary.

Since your master is an old friend of Master, you can stay here for the time being." An elderly monk said to the two of them.

Zijuan and Xueyan looked at each other. They originally wanted to ask, "Has a girl ever come here?"

But the temple is so remote that it doesn't seem like there are any female relatives here.

The two of them didn't say anything.

Zijuan and Xueyan stayed behind, waiting for Master Luofan to discuss how to find Daiyu.

On the other hand, she was afraid that the people in the Jia family would know that Daiyu was not dead and that she could not be found. It would be bad if they came to them to ask for her.

At night, everyone in the temple went to bed, but Zijuan and Xueyan couldn't sleep.

Zijuan cried and said, “I bought a lot of cloth, thinking that I could make clothes for my daughter when she gets better.

The purple one is made into a short skirt, with a white gauze on the outside, and a moon-white blouse to match. The girl wears it when she plays the piano.

“And the pink one, made into a long skirt.

Our Suzhou embroidery is very famous. We have people embroider flower petals on them, threading them with gold thread, and the girls wear them while they write poetry." Xueyan couldn't help crying too.

Zijuan wiped Xueyan's tears and comforted her, "Xueyan, don't cry.

The girl must be alive and well, somewhere in the world, but we just haven't found her.

Now there are only two of us left. If we work hard together, we will definitely find a girl."

After saying that, the two of them lay down in each other's arms.

In the following days, Zijuan and Xueyan settled down in this temple.

They helped the masters cook and chop wood during the day, and at night they researched where Master Fan had gone and where they could find Lin Daiyu.

The days passed quietly, Zijuan and Xueyan still had no news of Lin Daiyu, and Master Lefan had not returned either.

They dreamed of Daiyu coming back soon.

And where is Daiyu? Where is Daiyu?

Daiyu doesn't even know that she is Daiyu.

From the day the prince brought her to that country cottage, she was no longer Lin Daiyu.

She is not the sickly Lin Daiyu who is well-dressed and well-fed.

She is alive, she is full of energy and healthy.