Chapter 1: The Matchmaking Meeting

Early spring, within the city of Lin’an.

The snow on the ground had yet to fully melt, but the streets were already bustling with a continuous flow of carriages and pedestrians, alive with excitement.

On Willow Street in the southern part of the city, in the back courtyard of the Sun residence.

Within an elegantly adorned lady’s chamber, a young maiden sat before her dressing table, applying the finest rouge in front of a bronze mirror.

A maid stood behind her, carefully arranging her lustrous hair.

The girl’s name was Sun Yan’er, the eldest daughter of the wealthy Sun family, a local merchant household. She spent her days indulging in literature and calligraphy, wandering with friends, and attending gatherings of poets and scholars.

Today was the day of her arranged meeting.

The groom’s family had once done a favor for her own family’s ancestors, so their grandfathers had arranged a marriage between their descendants.

Though reluctant at heart, Sun Yan’er could not defy her father’s command.

“You only need to meet him once, to fulfill your grandfather’s wish. If you don’t like him, just find an excuse not to marry. Your father won’t force you. After all, so many years have passed, and both elders have passed on; the bonds have grown faint…” her mother urged, coaxing her into reluctant agreement.

But in her heart, she had already resolved to be blunt with the suitor today, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

How could a well-read and refined daughter of a wealthy family stoop to marry a poor pharmacy apprentice, uneducated and uncultured?

“Miss, I heard the man is currently apprenticing under a doctor and comes from a poor family. He’s never been to school and often goes to brothels with the doctor,” the maid Xiao Cui said, her tone full of indignation.

If her mistress married into that family, she, as a maid, would surely have to accompany her.

It would be shameful to meet her maid friends and have to speak of such a match.

Sun Yan’er, still carefully shaping her eyebrows before the bronze mirror, frowned deeply at the news, her voice heavy with resentment. “The debt our ancestors owe is now mine to repay. Father only pushes me; why doesn’t he repay it himself?”

She set down her eyebrow pencil in frustration and sighed as she gazed at her own beautiful reflection.

After a moment, she rose and said, “Let’s go meet him. If he has any self-awareness, it will be best for us to part amicably. But if he tries to use that favor to entangle me, then don’t blame me for being harsh and ruthless.”

Xiao Cui quickly fetched her mistress’s cloak, pouting in agreement. “Exactly! Our miss is destined to marry a talented scholar! At least a scholar of refined learning! A poor apprentice pharmacist? He hasn’t the face for it! Hmph!”

With their own thoughts weighing on them, the mistress and maid stepped out.

…

In the southern city, at the Dream Immortal House.

Though only afternoon, this famed brothel was already filled with guests.

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