Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Mother

Liu Yi looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man wearing a scholar's cap, a plain robe, and a faded ochre belt. What a refined and scholarly man! Liu Yi frowned slightly, but it was a pity that he reeked of alcohol, which ruined most of his scholarly air.

"Miss, it's late. Why are you still out? The autumn wind can easily chill you. You should go back to your room soon." Zhu He was drunk and swaying from side to side.

Liu Yi took a few steps back without making a sound, distancing herself from Zhu He. If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she wouldn't have believed that such a wonderful line of poetry had come from the mouth of this drunken scholar.

"This is the women's room, young master, you've come to the wrong place," Liu Yi replied indifferently.

"Hiccup, I'm sorry, I was rude." Zhu He hiccuped, cupped his hands in apology to Liu Yi, his eyes slightly red, his hair and cheeks probably damp from the drizzle earlier.

Only after Zhu He had walked away did Liu Yi notice a piece of paper lying on the ground.

"This young master..." Looking up, Zhu He had already walked away in the rain, his thin figure gradually becoming blurred.

She picked up the slightly damp paper from the ground. The writing on it was messy, but she could still make out the words, "I searched my meager belongings for clothes, and pulled out my gold hairpin to buy wine for him."

Liu Yi, having been well-versed in poetry and literature since childhood, naturally understood this poem, written by the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen. It tells the story of a woman who cared deeply for a poor scholar. When he had no clothes, she rummaged through her chests and cupboards to find something for him to wear; when he had no wine, she took off her own gold hairpin to buy him wine. It embodies the spirit of fearlessness in the face of poverty, and the devotion to her beloved.

Liu Yi continued reading, "Since you married Li Lang, no one has stood for me at dusk." After reading this poem, Liu Yi understood perfectly. Mutual affection could not withstand the hardships of reality, and it was no wonder that the scholar sought solace in wine.

She sighed deeply, took the scriptures, and went back to her room. That evening, when it was time to go to bed, Liu Yi didn't know why, but she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The three lines of poetry kept swirling in her mind, like a mantra.

The next day, Liu Yi sat on the edge of the bed with dark circles under her eyes. The maidservant was startled when she came in.

"Miss, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Hmm, it's alright. Go get me a hot towel so I can put it on my eyes," Liu Yi said weakly.

After she finished washing and dressing, she went to the temple to copy scriptures for her grandmother. The sound of the temple bells gradually calmed Liu Yi's heart.

When the maid came to urge her to have lunch, Liu Yi suddenly realized that the morning had passed so quickly.

Looking at the vegetarian dishes before her, she thought of her grandmother's illness again, wondering if it could be cured. Her grandmother had always favored her, even though she was a concubine's daughter. She was the only daughter in the entire household, with four older brothers. Needless to say, her grandmother called her her darling every day, and she was also the apple of her mother's eye.

"Miss, do you still want the papers on your table? They look messy!" the maid asked Liu Yi.

With something on her mind, Liu Yi casually said, "You can pack it up now!"

"it is good."

"Don't touch it!!" It took Liu Yi a while to realize that the piece of paper the maid was talking about was the same piece of paper she had picked up last night.

"I've already kneaded it into a ball." The maid didn't expect her mistress to suddenly change her mind again.

Liu Yi quickly put down her chopsticks, picked up the crumpled paper, carefully unfolded it, examined it closely, and breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a little wrinkled, it was thankfully undamaged. She pressed the paper into the book, hoping to reduce the creases.