Ye Li let her mind drift to the Zhanyan Pearl, the most coveted of the three prizes she had won at the Hundred Flowers Festival. It was said that whoever wore Zhanyan Pearl would keep their youth forever. For most women, that promise outshone any jewel, any bolt of silk, any treasure in the known world. But Ye Li, whose mind carried far more years than her fifteen-year-old body, found it a rather indifferent gift. She was young. She would be young for a good while yet. If she reached fifty with the face of a woman of twenty, she was not at all sure she would be grateful for it. Besides, she had her doubts about the pearl's reputation to begin with. Princess Zhaoyang, its original owner, had indeed looked somewhat younger than her years, but she was hardly the picture of immortal bloom. Still. Just because she had no use for it did not mean anyone else had the right to take it from her. "Father, forgive me," Ye Li said, her voice even. "The Zhanyan Pearl is no long...
The Ye Family's Reckoning "What did you say? Ye Li took the top oiran title?" The words came out sharp, nothing like the soft, measured voice Ye Ying was known for. In the flower hall of her courtyard, a servant girl knelt on the floor and answered without lifting her head. "Miss, that is what is being said outside. The Third Lady has returned home, and the Qin family, the Xu family, Huaguo Gongfu, Yangwei General's Residence, the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Residence have all sent gifts to congratulate her on winning the championship." Ye Ying's hand swept across the side table. Everything on it crashed to the floor. The girl at the front of the group was struck by something but swallowed her pain and pressed her forehead lower. "Miss, please calm yourself." "Calm down." Ye Ying repeated it like the words were foreign to her. "How did that girl become the flower leader? How?" She ha...