Song Yi used to be the Imperial Preceptor of Qihuang Kingdom and he was once one of the most noble and valued old ministers in Beijing. However, because of his work, he always had little time to accompany his wife. So although he had never taken a concubine for all the years they had been married, when she died he could not help but repent.
The person who had walked by his side for all of his life left, which caused him to become tired and listless. At the same time, Beijing was becoming more and more chaotic, so he decided to return to his wife’s hometown with Pengmo.
Until now, he had always been unwilling to put down anything that his wife had left behind, just because of his own stubborn insistence. However, when he heard Su Tang’s words, he felt there was some sense in them, and his eyes turned red.
There had really been a time like that. When he was young he never paid much attention to his body and, in one winter, he had gone out wearing clothes that were too thin for the weather and, when he came home, his wife had grabbed him by the ear and ‘taught’ him for a long time. Then, after that, his wife always paid attention to what he wore every day. She never let him make the same mistake again.
Su Tang didn’t know that she had inadvertently touched on something that had really happened to Song Yi so she was ready to say a few more words, thinking that if she could secure this job making clothes for the old man, she would be able to learn more about him. Then, if he was really a knowledgeable person, she would think of a way to get him to accept Su Nuo as a student.
So how could she have known that, after hearing what she said, Song Yi suddenly covered his face and cried, “You’re right, she would teach me a lesson if she knew, she definitely would.”
Su Tang was startled when she saw the old man suddenly burst into tears, and she glanced nervously over at Pengmo who was standing next to her. Wondering, did she say the wrong thing?
But Song Yi quickly wiped his tears and looked at the strange girl standing in front of him. “So what happened with your father’s plans? What’s happened to you and your brother now? Obviously, you weren’t sacrificed to the River God, otherwise, how could you be standing here and being so sharp-tongued with me now?”
Su Tang was a little confused. How did they get to this topic? But anyway, since he asked, she would just respond to the best of her abilities, and then hopefully he would hire her for the job.
“In fact, we really were sacrificed to the River God. My stepmother pushed my brother into the Qing River, and my grandfather pushed me.”
Song Yi froze for a moment, because he had expected that there must have been some change in the situation since Su Tang was still alive, but surprisingly she was really sacrificed to the River God.
On the side, Pengmo was also shocked and exclaimed: “You were really sacrificed?”
He couldn’t help but feel that this was just too evil, how old was this Miss Tang, ah~, and her brother should be even younger. How ruthless! He was also born poor so he somewhat understood, but even if you sold your children as slaves, it at least left them a way to live. How could anyone sacrifice their own children like that?
“Yes, but it seems that my brother and I have an adverse fate, so the River God didn’t accept us. Because of that, we survived but, after hearing what happened, our family didn’t dare to support us anymore. However, it just so happened that someone else in our family had recently passed away while wishing that he could find a successor to carry on his household, so my brother and I were adopted into our present father’s household.”
“Now, we have been able to start living on our own. But if it weren’t for our father then we would never have gotten such a chance. That’s why I’ve resolved myself and I will work hard to make money so that I can afford to go and retrieve my brother’s family, who sadly died outside, so that my brother and I can show our filial piety to our father. It’s why I’m now working very hard to make money any way I can.”
After saying all that, Su Tang looked at Song Yi and asked, “So, Master Song, will you consider hiring me to make you some cotton-padded winter clothes so that I can make some money? I can do a good job, it’s just my skill in embroidery is a bit lacking.”
“However, I have some artistic talent and I can draw patterns. Whether you like flowers or reeds or gold or jewels, I can draw any of them for you and, if you don’t mind my skills, I can embroider them too, though the result might be a bit may abstract and not very realistic.”
“However, ever since I first saw you Master Song I always felt that you were a broad-minded man, so you certainly won’t have the same standards as those ordinary people, it should be okay for your clothes to have a little personality, right?”
*the ‘帝师’ (dishi) was basically the Emperor’s teacher.