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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, âHe seems like a sweet boy.â
âStay away from him, he doesnât need to be distracted from his studies.â 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. âFine, if heâs going to be so rude then I might as well ignore him.â
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.
âGood morning, everyone. You must be wondering why I have called you here.â
She was met with silence, before she continued, âI have been reading the household accounts and I must say, theyâre extremely well-maintained. Which one of you wrote these accounts?â
âIt was me, Young Mistress,ïżœïżœïżœ an old voice answered as one of the senior maids stepped forward.
âTheyâre very thorough, which I appreciate,â she said, motioning towards the maid who answered as QingQing delicately placed a piece of silver within the maidâs hands.
âNow, 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,â 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 theyâd be more honest in fear of being punished.
She sighed, leaning against her chair as she sipped her tea, planning what sheâd do next.
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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.
âYouâre here,â he said.
âWell, where else would I be? This is my room, is it not?â
âTechnically itâs my room, youâre just staying in it.â
âTechnically, itâs my room, since I was here first.â
âThatâs not how it works,â he said, frustrated at her childishness
âWell, thatâs how it is. So, since this is MY room, what brings you here, to MY room.â
âWell, I had come to MY room to have dinner, but I suppose youâve already started then,â he said, sitting down unceremoniously before her as he took one of the extra bowls as he started serving himself.
âWha- thatâs my food!â she shrieked indignantly as he smirked, piling more food into his bowl.
âWell, weâre married now, are you so cruel that youâd make your beloved husband starve?â 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.
âBeloved husband,â she said sweetly, âIsnât it rude that youâre stealing my food and leaving me to starve? Are you so cruel that youâd let your dearest wife starve?â she finished, as she struggled to make him let go of his spoon, before eventually failing and letting him escape with his loot.
âStarve, dearest wife? Iâd never let that happen. Consider it a small sacrifice for the privilege of dining with such delightful company,â he said, enjoying the meal he had claimed as his own.
âOh, so youâre taxing me for the displeasure of your company? Fuca Fuheng, I didnât think youâd stoop so low,â she said, gasping dramatically as she attempted to reclaim some of the fragrant meat from his bowl.
âIâm doing nothing of the sort! In fact, youâre the one so graciously hosting me, in MY room,â he said, grunting as he blocked her surprise attack.
âOh really? Well then, shouldnât the host have the honor of enjoying her dinner without any theft involved?â she bit back playfully.
âBut my dearest wife, Iâm just helping you finish all this food, I wouldnât want any of it to go to waste,â he said, depositing another piece of meat into his bowl as he smirked at her.
âFine, fine, but if you choke on something, donât expect me to help you,â 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 heâd 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 nightâs rest.
He felt conflicted as he exited the room. For a brief moment heâd 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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The unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath [insp]
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"Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer."
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ćŻćŻÂ·ćźčéł Fuca Rongyin from 滶犧æ»ç„ The Story of Yanxi Palace (2018)
TV APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 â free choice: favourite chinese period drama character
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Dong Jie as Fuca Langhua Ruyiâs Royal Love in the Palace ćŠæżäŒ  Episode 37
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Your honor she didnât deserve what happened to her
I shall not rant today but soon
Xoxo
Empress đ€
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one of my absolute favorite things to do is to find macguffins ("thing" in literature that everyone wants and is relatively "insignificant") in stories. I tend to discard the "insignificant" part of the definition and the because it's relative and makes the game less fun. And also the "thing" part because that expands the definition and sometimes makes them wild and hilarious and sometimes they make you think really hard about a story. Er, spoilers for yanxi palace.
And I just realized...
Fuca Fuheng is a macguffin. Let's check.
Everyone wants? Check, Erqing and Consort Chun and Mingyu and the gazillion palace maids who all fawn over him.
Plot-relevant? Check, his existence and possession of wants that aren't what everyone else wants fuels Consort Chun's villain arc, he causes tension between Mingyu and Yingluo for a while, makes Erqing kinda a bitch.
Obviously he has a purpose in the plot other than "everyone wants him" but that's kind of his character during the first few episodes when he's introduced and it does change later but I just found the thought hilarious.
Can you tell I'm on a yanxi palace binge
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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
Authorâs Note: Thank you for everyoneâs patience and support on the previous chapters, I hope this lives up to your expectations.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
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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 mistressâ hair before helping her apply her makeup.
âWhatâs your name?â She asked.
âMistress, I am called QingQing,â the servant replied meekly, bowing her head.
âHello QingQing. Do you know where my husband went so early in the morning?â
âMistress, he is in his study,â QingQing replied.
âOh? Well then, I suppose I should wish my husband a good morning, shouldnât I?â She said, rising from her seat. âTake me to his study, will you?â
âYes mistress,â QingQing replied dutifully while grasping her arm and slowly leading the new Young Mistress of the Fuca clan to her husbandâs study.
The polished columns glistened in the soft light as the pair made their way towards the young masterâs 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, âGood morning, husband!â
After a few moments of hesitance he responded, âGood morning.â
âWe have to go greet your mother together today, or did you forget?â
âI did not forget,â he said simply before rising from his desk and walking past her, leading the way to the Matronâs courtyard.
âWhat happened to, âyou donât even have to see meâ?â he asked rhetorically as they reached the Matronâs courtyard.
âItâs only applicable when we donât have obligations to be seen together.â 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.
âDelicious,â she breathed reverently, âWhat did you put in this tea? Iâve never tasted it before.â
âMadam 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?â
âYouâre so thoughtful! Iâm so happy my son was blessed with such a caring wife. I love this tea, perhaps you can make it for me again?â
âIf you like it so much, Iâd gladly make it for you every day, Madam Fuca.â 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.
âPlease, donât call me âMadam Fucaâ itâs so formal, weâre family now, please call me mother.â
âOkay, mother,â 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.
âOh, my dear. I forgot to tell you. Now that youâve married into our household, I expect you to help me in household affairs. Iâm getting old and I want to teach you how to manage our house as soon as possible.â
Before she was able to respond her husband interrupted, protesting, âMother. 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. Donât you think so, wife?â
âHusband,â she said with a pleased smile, âas 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 Motherâs guidance, of course. Do you object, husband?â she said with a wide grin, knowing she backed him into a corner.
âIn that case. I do not have a reason to object.â 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.
âWonderful! 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?â
âYes, mother. Thank you for trusting me with this. I will not let you down.â She promised.
âI know you wonât. Iâm getting a little tired now, its time for me to go get some rest. You may both leave,â She said, rising to her feet.
As she turned to walk away, she left them with a last request, âOh, 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.â
Fuheng saw his wife looking at him expectantly, sighing he mumbled, âFollow me.â
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 itâs 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.
âServes him right for doubting my capabilities.â 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.
âFather!â
Fuheng looked down at the smiling boy with his arms around his waist. He smiled softly at the child before kneeling before him.
âAnâer, you know better than to run wild in the garden,â he admonished.
âFather, I missed you. I havenât seen you in a few days and when I saw you today, I couldnât control myself. Iâm sorry, father.â
At the boyâs confession, Fuheng seemed to melt before promising to spend more time with the boy.
Satisfied with his fatherâs 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, âFather, who is she?â
Fuheng followed his gaze, landing on his new wife. âAnâer that is my new wife. She will be your mother from now on.â
âBut my mother is Hitara Erqing, she died. How can this woman be my mother?â he asked with child-like curiosity.
Fuheng opened his mouth to explain when he was interrupted by his wife, â(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.â
Nodding his head in understanding he asked, âWill I have to call you âmotherâ?â
âNo dear, you can call me âAuntyâ if you want to, okay?â
âOkay aunty!â
âGood boy.â She said, patting his head.
Fuheng watched the interaction with rapt attention, this woman seemed to overturn his expectations of her. Didnât all women want to be called âmotherâ by their children, adopted or not?
âPerhaps she wants to keep (S/N) at a distance so that when the time comes itâd be easier for her children to stand out.â
He decided that this was the only possible reason behind her actions and resolved to keep his son away from his new wife.
âAn, you should go get ready for your lessons. Your tutor will be arriving soon,â Fuheng said, leaving no room for argument before turning to his servant and motioning him to escort the young boy away.
âIt was lovely meeting you, An!â she said, a large smile on her face as she waved to the departing child.
âNice meeting you too, pretty aunty!â He exclaimed before following his escort.
Part 4
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Fuco Ueda 1979 - ???? a Japanese painter whoâs art can be described as dreamlike and surreal.
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Story of Yanxi Palace - Episode 24
"Your Majesty, I don't have the right to interfere about how you'll deal with Prince He of the First Rank. But Wei Yingluo is my servant. She's my trusted aide. If she did something wrong, I surely will severely punish her. But if anyone bullies her, I will also not sit by and watch."
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