Volume One, Chapter 2: Like a Piece of Wood

Isn’t the bright moon wronged?
Of course she is.
She pleaded with Xu Huayang on behalf of the entire Xiang household, undressing piece by piece before him like a woman without dignity.
She knew very well that if this matter became public, it would disgrace the Xiang family’s century-old reputation. She concealed it from everyone and lost her own purity in secret.
But then, how did the Xiang family treat her?
After her beloved third younger sister found out, she tore open her collar in front of all the elders, revealing the bite marks on her neck.
Her mother slapped her across the face on the spot.
Her grandfather and grandmother trembled with anger, and her father intended to punish her harshly.
Her fiancé, who had grown up with her, looked at her with nothing but disappointment.
Jiaoyue felt that day was the coldest of her life.
Even the harshest winter at the nunnery did not compare.
Yet Jiaoyue said nothing.
Her grandfather, an upright and dignified man, how could he accept a woman’s sacrifice to gain wealth and peace?
To him and the entire Xie family, it was a disgrace.
Except for a cousin who accidentally uncovered the truth, she told no one else.
She refused all marriage proposals and knelt in the ancestral hall, reflecting day and night.
She thought she would guard the ancestral hall for the rest of her life, but she had underestimated the weight of her guilt.

*

At the nunnery, Jiaoyue crouched by the stove; the water in the pot had not yet boiled, still mixed with ice cubes.
A richly dressed woman hurried in and slapped Jiaoyue across the face.
“What right do you have to put on airs before me?”
Jiaoyue’s face twisted from the blow, her stray hairs whipped by the sudden gust.
“Xie Jiaoyue, who do you think you are? Who do you still think you are?”
Madam Xie stared at her, “You’re no longer a noble lady of golden branches and jade leaves. You’re a shameless harlot, pregnant before marriage!”
Jiaoyue lifted her head, looking at the woman who spat the word ‘harlot’ repeatedly.
She recalled the woman holding her as a child, whispering gently in her ear:
“Jiaoyue, oh Jiaoyue, you are the bright and clear moon in the sky, descending into your mother’s womb to bring her blessings.”
Jiaoyue closed her eyes, swallowing the bitterness in her heart.
She stood up. “Madam, this is a place of purity and peace. Please show some respect.”
“Respect?”
Madam Xie looked at her as if hearing a joke, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she laughed bitterly.
“I taught you those two words since you were little, but did you ever learn them?”
“You stole a man and bore his illegitimate child, and you dared to slap me hard in the face!”

*

Madam Xie seemed to recall a painful memory, took a deep breath, and gripped Jiaoyue’s wrist tightly.
“You’re coming with me! Now, come back with me!”
Jiaoyue’s strength had long since given out; she could not break free.
She allowed Madam Xie to drag her toward the door.
The nuns in the courtyard watched her being taken away but not one spoke up for her.
Because the one who needed to plead was her own mother.
No mother in the world does not love her child.
But some love suffocates Jiaoyue like hatred.
The path down the mountain was icy and slippery.
Madam Xie, pulling Jiaoyue, slipped and almost slid down the slope with her.
A few maids hurried to steady Madam Xie.
But no one helped Jiaoyue.
Even Li Auntie, who often voiced her guilt toward Jiaoyue, merely stood on the steps watching her clumsily fall down the mountain path.
Jiaoyue endured the pain, thinking she truly had no right to be angry.
Nor the right to resist anyone.
If she had followed Li Auntie back from the start, she wouldn’t have suffered this hardship.
The frail girl struggled to rise alone from the slippery, cold, and hard snow, blood from her temple staining her eyes red.
She raised her sleeve and wiped the blood from her brow.
Enduring the sharp pain in her ankle and knee, she grasped… there was nothing around her to hold on to.
She could only support herself, trembling but standing upright like a slender bamboo, unyielding and resilient.
Looking at the blood on her sleeve, she thought, six months might be a long time—long enough to repay the kindness of her birth and upbringing.
Li Auntie came down with others and reached out to help her.
“Miss, are you alright?”
Jiaoyue silently looked at her.
Li Auntie had been closest just now and could have reached out to pull her up.
But she chose instead to take a few more steps to help her mother.
There were so many people around her mother, yet Li Auntie still chose her.
She knew choosing her mother was the right thing, but a feeling of abandonment spread inside her heart.
Jiaoyue shook her head silently.
“I’m fine.”
Her mother, supported by others, came down and stared at the blood on Jiaoyue’s forehead, stunned for a long moment.
Three years of resentment made her unable to soften her words to her daughter; she merely said:
“If you don’t wipe the blood off your forehead, you’re asking for people to mock you.”
The gaunt girl before her calmly lifted her sleeve and wiped the wound on her temple again and again.

*

Madam Xie did not know whether the rough sleeve stung the wound, but her heart seemed to shrink in pain for a moment.
“That’s enough! What a disgrace!”
Saying this, she hurried down the mountain supported by servants.
All the servants followed Madam Xie, leaving only Li Auntie and Jiaoyue behind.
Li Auntie said, “Let’s go, miss.”
“Let’s go.”
Jiaoyue looked at the path down the mountain—how much longer could she keep walking?
At the foot of the mountain, a girl in a red cloak with a plum blossom hairpin watched them descend, then hurried to Madam Xie.
“Mother, why have you taken so long?”
While speaking, her eyes constantly glanced at Jiaoyue.
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