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dd122004dd · 11 months ago

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The New Mistress Fuca: Part 4 Dinner and Diatribe

The first day of being the new Mistress Fuca moves swiftly, the day soon turning to night as the night brings forth unexpected company.

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey dudes, I'm back, yeah even I didn't think it'd happen, but yeah. Apologies for the extremely long wait. I don't know if there's anyone reading this anymore but I'll try to be more regular. Thanks for reading!

After parting from the little boy she turned to her husband, “He seems like a sweet boy.”

“Stay away from him, he doesn’t need to be distracted from his studies.” He stated harshly before stalking away.

Standing still, watching him walk away she merely tilted her head before straightening her spine before walking purposefully towards her quarters. ‘Fine, if he’s going to be so rude then I might as well ignore him.’

QingQing trailed behind her mistress in silence, wondering about the harsh exchange between the couple.

Once they reached her quarters, she ordered QingQing to fetch the ledgers that the Madam had sent her. Reading through the ledgers was a taxing task but once she completed going through the most recent ones, she told QingQing to gather the head-maids and the head-eunuchs.

The task was swiftly completed and a line of servants stood before her, heads bowed in respect.

“Good morning, everyone. You must be wondering why I have called you here.”

She was met with silence, before she continued, “I have been reading the household accounts and I must say, they’re extremely well-maintained. Which one of you wrote these accounts?”

“It was me, Young Mistress,” an old voice answered as one of the senior maids stepped forward.

“They’re very thorough, which I appreciate,” she said, motioning towards the maid who answered as QingQing delicately placed a piece of silver within the maid’s hands.

“Now, you must have heard that Madam Fuca has put me in-charge of the accounts for this month, so from now on you will report to me about any and all purchases made, even the smallest ones,” she said smiling, sipping on her tea before giving them more instructions and dismissing them.

Madam Fuca had been running the household with a lax hand, whereas Erqing though a tyrant, was adept at keeping the books in order, which made her work both easier and harder. The servants would now be cautious about what they did but on the other hand they’d be more honest in fear of being punished.

She sighed, leaning against her chair as she sipped her tea, planning what she’d do next.

The night came quickly as she found herself alone within their chambers. The room was cold and desolate, a pristine room with no inhabitants. She slowly entered the room, lighting the lamps as she smiled, settling before the small table in the center of the room, opening the dishes that QingQing had bought her from the kitchen.

A small feast of steamed tofu flavored with chicken broth, meat stewed with cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg and a blend of herbs along with steamed bamboo shoots and jasmine rice spread over the table.

The mouth-watering scents wafted around the room, making her eager to dig in. She took a few bites of the meat and rice, the flavors tingled against her tastebuds as she took another bite from her portion. Her attention was quickly drawn away from her food when she heard the familiar sound of the door sliding open. Her husband stood at the entrance, a calm look on his face as he took in her startled expression.

“You’re here,” he said.

“Well, where else would I be? This is my room, is it not?”

“Technically it’s my room, you’re just staying in it.”

“Technically, it’s my room, since I was here first.”

“That’s not how it works,” he said, frustrated at her childishness

“Well, that’s how it is. So, since this is MY room, what brings you here, to MY room.”

“Well, I had come to MY room to have dinner, but I suppose you’ve already started then,” he said, sitting down unceremoniously before her as he took one of the extra bowls as he started serving himself.

“Wha- that’s my food!” she shrieked indignantly as he smirked, piling more food into his bowl.

“Well, we’re married now, are you so cruel that you’d make your beloved husband starve?” he said mockingly.

She stared at him as he helped himself to her food, her irritation rising as he proceeded to fish out the best pieces of meat from the stew. As his spoon moved towards his bowl, she blocked his spoon with her own, preventing him from stealing away her meat.

“Beloved husband,” she said sweetly, “Isn’t it rude that you’re stealing my food and leaving me to starve? Are you so cruel that you’d let your dearest wife starve?” she finished, as she struggled to make him let go of his spoon, before eventually failing and letting him escape with his loot.

“Starve, dearest wife? I’d never let that happen. Consider it a small sacrifice for the privilege of dining with such delightful company,” he said, enjoying the meal he had claimed as his own.

“Oh, so you’re taxing me for the displeasure of your company? Fuca Fuheng, I didn’t think you’d stoop so low,” she said, gasping dramatically as she attempted to reclaim some of the fragrant meat from his bowl.

“I’m doing nothing of the sort! In fact, you’re the one so graciously hosting me, in MY room,” he said, grunting as he blocked her surprise attack.

“Oh really? Well then, shouldn’t the host have the honor of enjoying her dinner without any theft involved?” she bit back playfully.

“But my dearest wife, I’m just helping you finish all this food, I wouldn’t want any of it to go to waste,” he said, depositing another piece of meat into his bowl as he smirked at her.

“Fine, fine, but if you choke on something, don’t expect me to help you,” she said, spooning the rest of the meat into her bowl before he could get his sticky hands on it.

She continued eating as they fell into a comfortable silence with the rhythmic clinking of spoons against bowls the only sound in the room.

After they finished the meal, he stated that he’d be sleeping in his study, before going towards the sleeping area and picking up a bedroll he kept.

The cold line that had blurred for a moment was drawn again as he packed his belongings for the night and swiftly wished his wife a good night’s rest.

He felt conflicted as he exited the room. For a brief moment he’d felt surprisingly comfortable with her, but he knew better than to trust a few moments with a stranger. Memories of his misplaced trust in Erqing lingered in his thoughts as strengthened his resolve to be cautious.

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dd122004dd · 1 year ago

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The New Mistress Fuca: Part 3 Meeting Madam Fuca

With the agreement set in place, the couple faces their first challenge, pretending to be happy in front of Mrs Fuca. Will she be able to win the approval of Madam Fuca or will she remain in the shadow of Hitara Erqing?

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Thank you for everyone’s patience and support on the previous chapters, I hope this lives up to your expectations.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Waking up the next day was a strenuous task. Her body resisted being pulled from the soft fabrics of the bed but alas the day had begun, leaving her with no choice but to awaken. Sitting up she looked around the room but found no trace of her husband or the mattress he slept on the night prior. He must have awoken before the sun could touch the horizon.

Her maid swiftly bathed her before helping her dress in a beautiful red robe with beautiful floral embroidery on it. Assmebling her hair into an updo worthy of her new status, she placed hairpins and jewels in the young mistress’ hair before helping her apply her makeup.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Mistress, I am called QingQing,” the servant replied meekly, bowing her head.

“Hello QingQing. Do you know where my husband went so early in the morning?”

“Mistress, he is in his study,” QingQing replied.

“Oh? Well then, I suppose I should wish my husband a good morning, shouldn’t I?” She said, rising from her seat. “Take me to his study, will you?”

“Yes mistress,” QingQing replied dutifully while grasping her arm and slowly leading the new Young Mistress of the Fuca clan to her husband’s study.

The polished columns glistened in the soft light as the pair made their way towards the young master’s study. It had a rather beautiful exterior with gently sloping roofs. She opened the door before entering, after being allowed entry.

The sight of her new husband at his desk greeted her. He seemed engrossed in the report before him. After clearing her throat, she finally caught his attention. He questioningly looked up at her.

Smiling at the man she said, “Good morning, husband!”

After a few moments of hesitance he responded, “Good morning.”

“We have to go greet your mother together today, or did you forget?”

“I did not forget,” he said simply before rising from his desk and walking past her, leading the way to the Matron’s courtyard.

“What happened to, ‘you don’t even have to see me’?” he asked rhetorically as they reached the Matron’s courtyard.

“It’s only applicable when we don’t have obligations to be seen together.” She huffed, rolling her eyes at the man, before the pair entered. The matron sat on a beautifully carved wooden chair in the center of the room with ornate seats along the aisle.

The smell of incense wafted through the room as the matron sated sightlessly at the pair, listening to their footsteps as they drew closer and bowed before her.

She smiled, telling them to rise before letting them be seated.

Her new daughter-in-law served the woman tea with elegant hands and a charming smile on her face.

The matron drank the tea, feeling a wave of calm wash over her as the flavors burst on her tongue.

“Delicious,” she breathed reverently, “What did you put in this tea? I’ve never tasted it before.”

“Madam Fuca, I added lemongrass and a bit of ginger, to help warm your body and improve your appetite. I also added a little honey to sweeten the flavor. Do you like it Madam Fuca?”

“You’re so thoughtful! I’m so happy my son was blessed with such a caring wife. I love this tea, perhaps you can make it for me again?”

“If you like it so much, I’d gladly make it for you every day, Madam Fuca.” She replied with a smile on her face. Her husband stared at her with narrowed eyes, making note to keep an eye on her actions in the future.

“Please, don’t call me ‘Madam Fuca’ it’s so formal, we’re family now, please call me mother.”

“Okay, mother,” she said, slightly giggling.

The matron then turned to her maid, beaconing her to bring forward the gift she had prepared for her new daughter in law. On the ornate tray sat a beautiful bracelet of white jade, a golden carnelian hair pin with lilies and lotuses delicately entwined within the design and a pair of gold earrings along with a bracelet engraved with Mandarin ducks, a symbol of love and a lifelong mate.

Smiling graciously, she thanked the matron.

“Oh, my dear. I forgot to tell you. Now that you’ve married into our household, I expect you to help me in household affairs. I’m getting old and I want to teach you how to manage our house as soon as possible.”

Before she was able to respond her husband interrupted, protesting, “Mother. My wife is still young, perhaps it might be better if she just watches for a few years before she starts helping in the household affairs? It would help her learn better. Don’t you think so, wife?”

“Husband,” she said with a pleased smile, “as wise as your suggestion is, I have been helping my mother run our household in preparation, so as to not further burden my in-laws by my lack of knowledge. I think I shall be able to help manage the household affairs, under Mother’s guidance, of course. Do you object, husband?” she said with a wide grin, knowing she backed him into a corner.

“In that case. I do not have a reason to object.” He said through gritted teeth, annoyed at his wife getting her way. He decided in that moment to not let her gain power over the mansion as quickly as his previous wife did.

“Wonderful! In that case, the head-maid Fei will deliver the ledgers to you and if you are able to handle the accounts this month without any mistakes, I will give you more responsibilities. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes, mother. Thank you for trusting me with this. I will not let you down.” She promised.

“I know you won’t. I’m getting a little tired now, its time for me to go get some rest. You may both leave,” She said, rising to her feet.

As she turned to walk away, she left them with a last request, “Oh, and Fuheng? Take your new wife for a tour through the mansion. Also show her the gardens. I hear the flowers are beautiful, this time of the year.”

Fuheng saw his wife looking at him expectantly, sighing he mumbled, “Follow me.”

He led his wife through the mansion with swift, precise steps, showing her the various places within the mansion with a disinterested monotonous tone as she took in the manor, making note to check out certain places that intrigued her. The painfully awkward tour concluded with a tour of the garden where Fuheng stiffly walked beside his wife, wishing for her to speed up as she stopped by each and every flower, asking about it’s name and purpose. When she knew the name of a particular flower she shared what she had read about it, be it sickeningly sweet poetry or its medicinal use.

While Fuheng was suffering through the tour, his wife was taking particular delight in his suffering as she purposely stopped at every flower in the garden, elongating the tour as much as possible and taking slow steps. When she saw him tapping his feet in impatience she slowed down even further, wracking her brains for all the possible plant-related knowledge she had ever learned.

‘Serves him right for doubting my capabilities.’ She thought internally as he sighed for the hundredth time, tapping his sword impatiently.

Just as she was about to point towards another flower a tiny body crashed into Fuheng.

“Father!”

Fuheng looked down at the smiling boy with his arms around his waist. He smiled softly at the child before kneeling before him.

“An’er, you know better than to run wild in the garden,” he admonished.

“Father, I missed you. I haven’t seen you in a few days and when I saw you today, I couldn’t control myself. I’m sorry, father.”

At the boy’s confession, Fuheng seemed to melt before promising to spend more time with the boy.

Satisfied with his father’s promise, he noticed the beautiful woman staring at him with wide eyes. Turning his attention to his father he pointed at the woman and asked, “Father, who is she?”

Fuheng followed his gaze, landing on his new wife. “An’er that is my new wife. She will be your mother from now on.”

“But my mother is Hitara Erqing, she died. How can this woman be my mother?” he asked with child-like curiosity.

Fuheng opened his mouth to explain when he was interrupted by his wife, “(S/N), I am not your birth mother, Hitara Erqing because she will always be your mother and she is always watching you and taking care of you, but because she is not here, I will take care of you as she would want me to.”

Nodding his head in understanding he asked, “Will I have to call you ‘mother’?”

“No dear, you can call me ‘Aunty’ if you want to, okay?”

“Okay aunty!”

“Good boy.” She said, patting his head.

Fuheng watched the interaction with rapt attention, this woman seemed to overturn his expectations of her. Didn’t all women want to be called ‘mother’ by their children, adopted or not?

‘Perhaps she wants to keep (S/N) at a distance so that when the time comes it’d be easier for her children to stand out.’

He decided that this was the only possible reason behind her actions and resolved to keep his son away from his new wife.

“An, you should go get ready for your lessons. Your tutor will be arriving soon,” Fuheng said, leaving no room for argument before turning to his servant and motioning him to escort the young boy away.

“It was lovely meeting you, An!” she said, a large smile on her face as she waved to the departing child.

“Nice meeting you too, pretty aunty!” He exclaimed before following his escort.

Part 4

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