[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-876":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Rising Force in the Red Chamber",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2311674,4515,"Chapter 876: Spring Sorrow Presses the Embroidered Bed","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-876",876,"\u003Cp>The Earl’s Mansion, Jia Cong’s Courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fiery evening glow illuminated the courtyard, casting long shadows from the vermilion pillars along the veranda before the main hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunset light struck the lintel of the main hall, glinting golden, interwoven with the shadows of the pillars, creating a striking contrast of light and dark that evoked an unusual warmth and stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Guan’s voice was clean and clear, bright and crisp with a child’s timbre, brimming with playfulness and mischief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Lian and Ling Guan covered their mouths, stifling giggles; Jia Cong, being unscrupulous, even laughed out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Wen’s delicate face flushed red as she shouted with laughter: “You half-grown little maid, you pick fights with me every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I reckon you’re itching for a beating—I’ll help you peel off your skin all at once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Guan saw Qing Wen lunging at her, let out a loud shriek—but it carried no fear, only excitement and delight, and she darted away like a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Guan had trained in opera since childhood; after entering the Eastern Mansion, no one disciplined her due to her young age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She climbed and scrambled everywhere, never still for a moment; when it came to nimble feet, Qing Wen couldn’t match her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two chased each other along the veranda; Dou Guan ran a full lap, yet Qing Wen failed to catch her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Guan sprinted another lap, then darted back to the front of the main hall and instantly hid behind Jia Cong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cried out: “Third Master, Qing Wen sister wants to peel my skin and eat my flesh—please stop her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong spread his arms to block Qing Wen and smiled: “I’ll scold him later—let her off this once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Qing Wen had run too fast and couldn’t stop in time; she crashed headlong into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong was engulfed by her impact—her touch was strange, soft and plump, fragrant and smooth, undeniably pleasing; he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Guan peeked out from behind Jia Cong’s back, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, as if displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said: “Third Master, if you’re being chased, Qing Wen sister wants to beat me—why don’t you hug me instead? Why hug her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong instinctively let go; Qing Wen’s face turned pink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She laughed and scolded: “Look at this little brat—you’re not even as tall as the back of a chair, and you want the Third Master to hug you? Don’t you know shame?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Guan spoke brazenly, utterly unconcerned: “Wanting to be as tall as a chair back? Easy—I’ll grow that much if I eat another half-year’s worth of meals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Wen was about to retort, but Jia Cong smiled: “You’re holding a padded jacket—is it made for me? The stitching looks excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Wen, distracted, said: “I’ve been so flustered by this little brat I forgot the main thing—this jacket isn’t mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was made specially by Miss Lin, sent over by Zi Juan at noon. I thought it fit well, but Third Master, please try it on—it’s Miss Lin’s thoughtfulness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group entered the inner chamber; Dou Guan shut the door, Ling Guan added charcoal to the incense brazier and stoked the fire higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Lian helped Jia Cong remove his outer coat and inner padded robe; Qing Wen slipped the fur-lined padded jacket onto him—it fit perfectly, snug and true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the group chattered, a voice came from outside: “Qing Wen sister, is Third Master at home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong recognized it as Xiujú, Ying Chun’s maid; Qing Wen replied: “Third Master is in. Wait a moment—we’ll be out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group helped Jia Cong dress properly again; Dou Guan opened the main hall door. Jia Cong smiled: “Is Second Sister looking for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiujú said: “Today, Miaoyu has moved back to the Southern Slope Courtyard. Second Sister has prepared a vegetarian feast there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One, to welcome Miaoyu back; two, so the young ladies can gather. She sent me to invite you to join.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Earl’s Mansion, Ying Chun’s Courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daiyu, Tanchun, Baochai, Xiangyun, Xichun, and the other sisters were all present, dressed in brocade and silk, adorned with jeweled hairpins, the hall suffused with refined elegance and opulence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhi Shao sat on the left, conversing with Xing Xiuyan; they had lived together for years at P’anxiang Temple in Suzhou, their bond deeper than others’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Xiangyun listened nearby, her expression listless, her bright eyes shifting restlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes she glanced at Zhi Shao, sometimes at Xing Xiuyan, often lapsing into quiet daydreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tanchun was speaking with Baochai, their conversation drifting, both distracted; only Xichun focused intently on eating fruit, utterly carefree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaoyu conversed with Ying Chun, wearing a Miaochang headdress, a pale white long-sleeved robe, over which she wore a dark blue satin-lined long vest, with a light ink-white silk skirt tied at her waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her black hair, like ink-dyed silk, framed cheeks of jade-like radiance; her clear, bright eyes were calm and serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood in stark contrast to the Jia sisters’ refined wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Chun smiled: “Moving back here is a good thing—we sisters have more company now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll have more chess partners. After you finish your scripture recitation each day, come by often—we can chat and drink tea together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaoyu’s nature was usually cold, but due to her junior sister Zhi Shao, her demeanor had grown noticeably more open than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had visited the Jia mansion several times; perhaps out of affection for Zhi Shao, she treated Ying Chun and the other Jia sisters with polite, refined manners, shedding her former aloof eccentricity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the New Year, Ying Chun often visited the Southern Slope Courtyard; Miaoyu’s chess skill was high, making her a worthy opponent, and both delighted in their games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, Ying Chun entered Miaoyu’s meditation chamber and happened to see a prayer tablet for her brother, offered before the Guanyin statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Miaoyu said she owed Jia Cong a debt she could not repay, so she merely recited scriptures and prayed for him in her spare time,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Chun was deeply moved. Even with Miaoyu’s cold nature, she felt drawn to her and naturally wished she would stay often at the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaoyu said: “I owe my fortune to my junior sister—Yuzhang has been thoughtful in every way, bringing me and my master into the mansion. I’ve been a burden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Chun laughed: “Don’t speak so formally, Miaoyu. War is coming—the outskirts are already chaotic. You moving in here is true peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Jia Cong hasn’t had a year of peace at home—now he’s leaving for battle again. Who knows when he’ll return?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miaoyu, your lineage is profound—you understand auspiciousness and yin-yang. Is Jia Cong’s campaign going to be smooth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Chun was so anxious for her brother she forgot that divination required the subject himself to be present, casting the yarrow stalks or examining his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaoyu paid no mind, smiling: “Big Sister, rest easy—my master has examined Yuzhang’s destiny.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He said Yuzhang is a man of great fortune—his life will have trials, but misfortune will turn to good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A few days ago, my master was invited by Zhang Tianshi to exchange techniques at Luocang Mountain’s Xuantian Palace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On returning, my master mentioned Zhang Tianshi is an old acquaintance of Yuzhang—he first met him when Yuzhang was only ten.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Tianshi immediately declared Yuzhang’s destiny extraordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These past years, Yuzhang has prospered in all things, each step blooming like lotus flowers—clearly, Zhang Tianshi and my master were right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So this campaign will surely go smoothly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who knows? Perhaps Yuzhang’s glory will lift the entire family to even greater heights.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Chun only liked hearing good things about her brother; she smiled: “I don’t care about his achievements—just let him return home safe and sound.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaoyu saw Ying Chun’s calm, tender sisterly affection, and felt uneasy—she had spoken only blessings, omitting forbidden words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, when her master exchanged techniques with Zhang Tianshi, he had mentioned Yuzhang only briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her master was a true adept—she heard the music and understood the meaning, saw one leaf and knew autumn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Tianshi had said that when he first met Yuzhang, he saw his face and aura—unlike any ordinary person: sudden reversal from great misfortune to great fortune, life and death entangled, unclear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spirit and bone structure were priceless; death and fortune intertwined, a lineage of generals and ministers, generations blessed, an exceedingly rare destiny-breaking pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, her master had said Zhang Tianshi’s face-reading and her own innate divine numerology were in perfect agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her master had calculated that at age ten, Yuzhang was destined for a life-or-death crisis—he should have died, yet he survived against all odds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Tianshi first met Yuzhang precisely when he was ten, and declared his destiny strange: sudden reversal from great misfortune to great fortune, life’s aura dim and obscure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This matched exactly what her master had foreseen: a deathly crisis at ten, yet survival against all odds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuzhang met Zhang Tianshi at age ten—only after that did his fortune flourish, turning from misfortune to prosperity, becoming radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her master calculated that Yuzhang’s nature was unpredictable—easily winning today but losing tomorrow, fortune collapsing, calamity spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Tianshi, using face-reading and aura analysis, said Yuzhang was no ordinary man—a rare destiny-breaking pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her master said both methods of divination aligned perfectly—two paths, one destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any destiny-breaking pattern cannot be borne by ordinary people—it dooms one to constant upheaval, unpredictable fortune and misfortune: either a great sage or a great villain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaoyu thought of this, her spirit trembling, unable to calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong’s image rose in her mind—handsome, gentle, affectionate, loyal—how could he possibly be such a person?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>",1616,"2026-06-20T12:19:58.587Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","015b3a6cf85520dd9ce9f271f13fc93fe295a863ae86f3bfec089ff1c090b4a6","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-877","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-875",920,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-cover.jpg"]