TCN: Mei Gongqing

Mei Gongqing 139-141

Chapter 139: Wang Hong Gives Her a Daoist Name

Chen Rong knew there wasn't any way to explain her ideas to people like Nurse Ping. She also didn't want to explain.

She slowly pushed her nurse away and walked inside.

Her servants were standing in a line in the courtyard. She couldn't tell whether they looked sad or whether they looked relieved.

Chen Rong's nunship posed no disadvantage to those who depended on her. Moreover, a nun ordained by the emperor did not have to worry about food or shelter. That much was certain. Her servants finally didn't have to suffer hunger and cold anymore.

She went to them and gently smiled. "Everyone, we're finally settling down."

She turned her smile to the cheerless Old Shang and Nurse Ping. "We'll move to Xishan as soon as His Majesty's decree arrives. If there's any preparation to be done, you can start now."

She gave some thought, then turned and said to her nurse, "Nurse, prepare a Daoist robe for me right away. I have to thank my former relatives as well as the friends who have helped me."

Nurse Ping took a while to stop her tears and nod.

Early next morning, Chen Rong combed her hair and coiled it into a bun. She next put on the light yellow Daoist robe that Nurse Ping had found even through her sobs.

The loose robe did little to hide her beautiful figure. The nurse looked up at her and again burst into tears.

Chen Rong ignored her.

She turned around to take a look in the mirror, frowning as she murmured, "Still tawdry looking."

She was indeed more suitable for vibrant colors. Even in a Daoist robe, she still looked rather beguiling, especially when the fluttering fabric outlined the contours of her figure.

But she wasn't too concerned. There was no shortage of beautiful women in Jiankang. She didn't count as anything.

Chen Rong retracted her gaze and then softly said to Nurse Ping, "What's the use of crying at this point? Do not cry anymore." She walked out as she spoke these words.

At the gate, Old Shang had prepared the carriage.

Chen Rong got onto the vehicle and bade, "Go to the clan."

"Aye."

The carriage slowly drove off.

At the time her carriage left the gate, a dozen heads poked out from the neighboring side doors. They were the smaller clans' servants who were now craning their necks and joining in curious gossips.

The carriage drove out of the alley and onto the larger street.

Now springtime, small green buds could be seen on the willow trees lining the roadsides. The people on the streets were also wearing thinner clothes.

Soon enough, Chen Rong's carriage turned into the street where the Chen House of Yingchuan was located. They say that birds of a feather flock together. Everyone who lived on this street was without exception an aristocrat. Inside the walled homes that spanned several hundred acres, the rows of buildings looked exceptionally time-worn.

As she watched the wealthy and prosperous neighborhood, Chen Rong wondered how much blood and tears had been shed in these vast estates.

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Old Shang brought the carriage to a stop when they arrived at the clan. Before he could make a sound, the side door opened where a guard nodded to him and said, "Is it Miss Rong? Come in, come in."