Chapter 15 Refusing Jia Mu’s Invitation
After the Scabby-Headed Monk left, Jia Min was heavy with thoughts.
A few days later, she took out a letter that Jia Mu had sent.
"Mother misses Daiyu and me, and is thinking of waiting a year or two until she is older to have us return to the capital to stay for some time."
Jia Min spoke softly, her words carrying a probing tone.
"Ruhai, have you not believed what the monk said?"
Jia Min had deep feelings for the Jia Household. Asking her never to return for life was impossible.
"The immortal master came specifically to our door. You heard everything he said."
Jia Min hesitated. "But..."
"Jia Min, it is better to believe it is true than not. If it is false, then so be it. But if what he said is true, can you bear the consequences?"
Jia Min turned her gaze to little Daiyu writing poetry outside, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Never mind. I will write a letter to refuse the family. Yu'er is the most important."
"If you miss home, I can send a boat to take you back for a short visit."
Jia Min lowered her eyes and shook her head.
"We will talk about it later."
She was still somewhat sad. But if she knew how the Jia Household people would devour our Lin family's only descendant after our deaths, and how carefully Daiyu would live in the Jia Household, she would likely be even more decisive than I was.
Soon after, Jia Min wrote a letter home.
The letter only claimed her body was unwell and she would return when she had time.
The words that the Lin family young miss could not see outside relatives were also, under my direction, accurately conveyed to the ears of the Jia Household people.
Jia Mu did not send any letters for a long time. She must have been angry.
I had no such trivial worries to attend to. To satisfy the Emperor, I even reduced my sleeping time.
Daiyu was growing day by day and her poems and verses became increasingly exquisite.
Even the teacher who instructed her praised her repeatedly, saying that probably no one else in this world was fit to be Daiyu's teacher.
"You say such things, it makes the student feel ashamed."
The eight-year-old little Daiyu had grown much. With her clever mind, she spoke and acted more steadily than in her younger years.
She even understood modesty.
But the next second, Daiyu smiled brightly and tugged at the teacher's sleeve.
"Since the student writes so well, can there be no class this afternoon?"
Well, it seemed her temperament had not changed.
"Alright, everything as you wish."