The Slender Waist-Chapter 749 - 536: Three Years Later_2

Feng Yun’s judgement of people was very accurate.

In Long Huan Pavilion, Jiang Yin’s eyes were sparkling.

People were coming and going in the pavilion, Book Boys and Book Girls were greeting them.

Those who wanted to borrow had to register, deposit a security, and then they could take the books.

Those who read there, were charged by the hour, and tea was extra.

However, the first three days after opening were free.

The two of them walked further inside, occasionally running into acquaintances.

Some were there to support Feng Yun, while others were just curious about the commotion...

The legendary family collection of five thousand volumes, how many were there really?

Of course, the books in Long Huan Pavilion far exceeded the five thousand volumes originally left by Feng Yun’s mother.

Feng Yun had been preparing this Scripture Pavilion for a full five years.

During these years, she spared no expense in collecting books from all over the world...

It could be said that the collection here rivalled even that of the Imperial Court.

Moreover, this was indeed a genuine public welfare enterprise.

A three-story four-sided Scripture Pavilion that gathered an all-encompassing range of books. One could borrow or read on-site, and those with the desire could even make copies.

What a magnificent feat?

Not to mention the reasonable prices, even before the opening of Long Huan Pavilion, it faced outright opposition from major noble families, even petitioning the Imperial Court to shut it down, it shows how much of a threat Feng Yun’s actions were to these noble families.

Books represent knowledge.

In this era, knowledge was monopolized by the noble families, making it difficult to disseminate among the common people.

Essentially, Changmen Long Huan Pavilion became the only route for ordinary people to access upper-class knowledge, also a shortcut for ordinary people to climb the social ladder and change their fate against the odds.

It enlightened the people and benefited their lives.

No one knew exactly what Feng Yun had sacrificed for Changmen Long Huan Pavilion...

In the midst of curious gazes as if on an adventure, Jiang Yin shared the same satisfaction as Feng Yun.

"Today, with free admittance, it’s likely that the threshold of the pavilion will wear out."

Feng Yun watched the bustling scene at the door, nodding, "Scholars always enjoy seeing others who love to read."

Jiang Yin chuckled lightly, suddenly stopped walking, and her expression changed.

In the Scripture Pavilion, there were courtyards with desks set up for men to read, drink tea, and practice writing.

There were also special small curtains and reading rooms designated for women.

Aside from the rouge and face powder shops designed specifically for women, such special chambers are unique in the entirety of Dajin and the world.

However, the discussion from one of the women’s reading rooms was rather unpleasant.

"Today, when I left home, my mother-in-law gave me a severe scolding."

"Scold you for what?"

"Alas! She said that Long Huan Pavilion is a place of filth, teaching women to behave badly..."

"Your mother-in-law probably doesn’t know who established Long Huan Pavilion?"

"Exactly because she knows, she says it brings misfortune..."

"..."

The woman’s voice lowered.

"Since getting married, my mother-in-law scrutinizes my belly daily, wishing she could pluck a little person from inside..."

"What does that have to do with Long Huan Pavilion?"

"The Princess can’t have children! My mother-in-law says, you should associate with those blessed with many children. Since the Princess can’t have children, it’s a big taboo. Despite her current prominence, without a son, there’s no luck, however much money you earn, what’s the use? Sooner or later she’ll be despised by the king..."

"Yes, who is the king? The king of Dajin. The only king. How can the king have no son?"

Feng Yun’s expression was emotionless.

Jiang Yin felt a chill in her heart.

Suddenly, she grabbed Feng Yun’s arm, "It’s a happy occasion for the opening, my lady, shall we go upstairs and have a look?"

Feng Yun didn’t respond.

She turned her head and called Ge Guang, who was closely following behind.

"Go check which family’s daughter-in-law that is, record her in the Forbidden List, tell her to go home and focus on having children, no need to come here again."

Because it was dealing with books, unavoidably there were people who did not cherish or even damaged books.

Therefore, earlier than the catalog of Long Huan Pavilion, there appeared a long "Forbidden List" prominently hung at the entrance.

Once recorded in this list, one was permanently banned from entry, not just from Long Huan Pavilion but also from conducting business with Changmen in other sectors...

Wanting to do business with Changmen was practically impossible.

Inside, the young bride chattered animatedly, unaware of whom she had offended, but Jiang Yin was on edge...

Feng Yun has been married for many years but still has no children.

Thus, any talk related to offspring has become a forbidden topic in Changmen.

...although Feng Yun never explicitly forbids it.

But inside and outside Changmen, various voices are unavoidable.

Not to mention Pei Jue’s current status, not the Emperor, yet greater than the Emperor, it’s impossible not to leave a successor.

As for Feng Yun herself, with her significant family and business, if there is no child to inherit, wouldn’t it all end up benefiting outsiders?

Jiang Yin walked heavily, frequently examining Feng Yun’s expressions.

"To encounter a blabbermouth on the opening day is indeed unlucky. My lady, do not take it to heart..."

Feng Yun turned around, a trace of a smile appearing in her eyes.

"You think I would care?"

Jiang Yin choked.

If she didn’t care, why remember the name?

She dared not speak.

But Feng Yun seemed to see through her, speaking indifferently, "You also said, today is the opening day, such an ominous person, better not to keep around."

Jiang Yin made a slight noise, quietly observing her brow and eyes.

"My lady... are you truly not upset?"

Feng Yun looked back at her, "Do you get upset when others say you’re an old maid who can’t get married?"

Jiang Yin was startled.

This...

Actually, it really does upset her.

"It’s nothing."

She lowered her gaze, her eyes dimming significantly.

"I don’t want to get married."

It’s not that she doesn’t want to marry, she just doesn’t want to marry just anyone.

Feng Yun looked at the bustling Scripture Pavilion, smiling faintly, "I don’t have children, but Changmen has added quite a few members in recent years."

Wen Hui and He Chuandong already have two sons.

Guan Wei married Hou Zhun in the Third Year of Tianshou and gave birth to a precious daughter just a year old.

Chai Ying married a merchant from Mingquan, another Chai, and had two daughters. Her Chai treats the daughters like treasures, and the couple is very affectionate.

Nan Kui has been close with the second son of the Governor of Xinyi County for two years, without the approval of his family. Seeing her age, she wanted a child, so she decided to be unrestrained and pursue a child without fuss...

There are also Xing Bing and the Xu Clan, who have added two siblings for Xing Dalang...

Ge Guang and Ge Yi are also married, each having their own children.

These children were all sent back to Changmen by their parents for upbringing. For this, Feng Yun even built a special nursery in the manor...

"Look at me, are people getting headaches from kids around me all day looking like someone lacking children?"

Jiang Yin was amused by her.

"In the future, I should learn more from my lady."

"If you really want to learn from me, then be more carefree." Feng Yun glanced at her, "Instead of pining for that man, better to sincerely find a good husband to marry, have many children and grandchildren, and infuriate him..."

Jiang Yin smiled through tears, lifting her skirt to step onto the wooden stairs.

Behind her, a teasing voice suddenly called out.

"Feng Shi Er, whom are you planning to infuriate?"

The familiar voice, clear and pleasing, as if naturally carrying a sly charm.

Jiang Yin’s ears tingled.

She stood rigidly, at a loss.

Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives?

Feng Yun gave her a glance, then turned back to look.

At the foot of the steps, a young man in white approached with an aura of books, his robes lightly fluttering, his newly made mask on his face blooming like a silver lotus by his eyes.

Their eyes met across the space, with flames leaping in his eyes, his slightly upturned lips coldly smiling.

"What, don’t you recognize him?"

"Thank you, Princely Heir, for your presence." Feng Yun smiled lightly, turning to Jiang Yin: "Lead the Princely Heir to the elegant attic on the third floor, good tea awaits."

Jiang Yin’s heartbeat quickened, she lowered her eyes and replied, "Yes."

"Feng Shi Er." Chunyu Yan slightly narrowed his eyes, hooking the corner of his lips loosely, lazily smiling, "Is this how you treat a great benefactor who donated two thousand volumes to the Long Huan Pavilion?"