Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

As night fell quietly, the lights in Prince Jin's Mansion gradually lit up, like stars falling on the earth.

Xie Yuer was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe and walked gracefully through the corridor of the palace.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes.

After all, this impromptu performance was a huge responsibility for her.

From the tuning of musical instruments to the arrangement of programs, Xie Yuer personally took care of every detail, like a meticulous craftsman.

She knew clearly in her mind that this performance must not only satisfy the guests, but also present them with a magnificent, dreamy visual and auditory feast.

It must also conform to the strict etiquette standards of the palace, and cannot afford any mistakes.

The slightest mistake will be like a domino effect, triggering a series of unpredictable adverse consequences.

Finally, thanks to Xie Yuer's painstaking efforts, the banquet was held smoothly.

The guests' praise poured in like a tide, allowing the Prince Jin's Mansion, which had experienced many twists and turns, to temporarily restore its former glory.

After this incident, Xie Yuer deeply realized that life in this palace was bound by etiquette and rituals everywhere, just like living in an exquisite yet confined cage.

As the mistress of the palace, she must be responsible and wise.

Only then can one be like a steady helmsman, calmly deal with various emergencies in this complex environment like a maze, and maintain the dignity of the palace, just like guarding a priceless treasure.

After that, Xie Yuer paid more careful attention to the affairs of the palace.

That day, she came to the residence of the old steward Fu Bo and said sincerely, "Fu Bo, the affairs of this palace are complicated and intricate.

I'm really confused, and I hope Uncle Fu can give me some advice and pointers."

Uncle Fu smiled and nodded, then said slowly, “You are too polite, Princess.

The etiquette system and patriarchal rules in this palace are very particular.

Take daily interpersonal relationships for example. When meeting officials of different ranks, there are strict regulations on the posture of greeting and the degree of speech.

For example: If you meet an official of the third rank or above, you need to squat slightly when saluting.

Fold your hands in front of you, look respectful and focused, and speak in a humble yet generous tone.

If the official is below the fifth rank, he only needs to nod to salute.

There is no need to be too restrained in your words, but the dignity of the palace must still be maintained.

There are also major family events, from the layout of the venue to the arrangement of the process.

Every detail concerns the reputation of the palace and the royal heritage, and no carelessness is allowed.

Like the last sacrificial ceremony, from the selection of sacrifices to the time of the sacrifice.

There is a strict set of rules for the positions of the participants.

Any mistake would be disrespectful to our ancestors."

Xie Yuer listened carefully, nodded from time to time, and kept every word of Uncle Fu in mind.

Under Uncle Fu's careful guidance, Xie Yuer gradually became familiar with the various affairs of the palace.

She also grew up slowly in the process.

During the learning process, Xie Yuer gradually understood that in this palace where the patriarchal system is as strict as a fortress, any decision and behavior must comply with the rules.

Just like every move of a chess piece on the chessboard must follow the established rules.

She became more cautious in handling affairs, striving to balance the interests of all parties and ensure that they did not violate etiquette norms.

It's like carefully searching for the right path in an intricate maze.

Through continuous learning and practice, Xie Yuer gradually mastered management skills.

She became more calm and dignified in her dealings with things, naturally exuding the unique aura and majesty of the mistress of the palace, like a sonorous rose blooming in the palace.

As time went by, Zhu Gang even vaguely felt that Xie Yu'er had some of the style of Empress Ma. When Fang Shuxiu was placed in the Prince of Jin's mansion by Empress Ma, she won the respect and love of some servants with her intelligence and kindness when she first entered the mansion.

Fang Shuxiu's kindness is like the gentle breeze in spring, gently blowing on everyone around her.

However, she is too kind, almost weak.

Just like a weak grass, it is easy to bow its head in the wind and rain.

Faced with the difficulties posed by the concubines in the palace, Fang Shuxiu always endured it again and again, like a lamb that endured silently.

Once, a concubine of Zhang deliberately hid jewelry in Fang Shuxiu's room, and then came to her angrily and falsely accused her of theft.

In the strict hierarchical and patriarchal environment of the royal palace, stealing is a serious violation of moral norms.

It's like splashing a large pool of ink on a spotless white canvas.

Once confirmed, Fang Shuxiu will lose all face.

She will no longer have a place to stand in the palace, just like a bird driven out of its warm nest.

When Zhang's concubine accused her arrogantly, Fang Shuxiu felt very aggrieved.

Tears welled up in her eyes like a lake about to burst its dam.

Fang Shuxiu wanted to explain herself, but she held herself back.

It was as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling her throat.

At the same time, Fang Shuxiu was also worried that the matter would get out of hand, which would not only destroy the traditional atmosphere of peace and tranquility in the palace, but would also be like breaking the tranquility of a calm lake.

It may also lead to more serious consequences and affect the mission you are responsible for, just like a traveler who loses his way in the dark.

Fortunately, the maid Cuizhu saw this and couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

She mustered up her courage and gently encouraged Fang Shuxiu to defend herself.

"Ma'am, you can't just stand this!

It's obvious that Zhang deliberately framed you. If you don't defend yourself, you'll definitely be blamed!"

Fang Shuxiu was extremely conflicted: on the one hand, her kindness was ingrained in her bones, and refuting others was really against her nature, like breaking her most precious flower with her own hands.

On the other hand, she also understood that blindly tolerating would only make her never at peace in this palace with its strict hierarchy and numerous rules like thorns.

It's like being stuck in a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper.

After deciding to change, Fang Shuxiu was still struggling inside.

She knew very well that under the patriarchal system of the palace, her every word and action might be magnified and interpreted, as if she were under a magnifying glass.

Fang Shuxiu must find a way to maintain her own dignity while adhering to her good nature without violating the rules of the palace, just like finding a safe path through a bush.

She paid attention to the way others handled conflicts and saw that when faced with opposition, Xu Miaoyun argued based on etiquette and rules, like an unshakable mountain.

When handling affairs, Xie Yuer is bold and resolute without losing her sense of propriety, just like an elegant and decisive dancer.

She wondered to herself, how can she skillfully combine kindness and courage?

Without destroying the harmony of the palace, he dealt with the malicious intent tactfully, as if finding the right thread in the intricate silk thread.

One day, in the palace garden, the flowers were in full bloom, and the fragrance filled the air like a dream.

Xu Miaoyun was walking alone, she was wearing a light blue dress.

The hem of her skirt fluttered gently in the wind, like a blooming blue flower.

She frowned slightly, thinking about how to improve the recent management problems of the palace while following the patriarchal system.

At this moment, Xie Yuer came towards him. She was now used to handling various affairs as the mistress of the palace. (End of this chapter)