"Your days are the twenty-second of the late month, right?" Zhu Pingniang said, blinking at Miss Lu: "The twenty-second is the day for calculating the monthly salary, I’ve never seen you take a break because of nstrual blood."
Late month twenty-second?
When Yun Qian heard this term, she instinctively glanced at the blushing Miss Lu.
She rembered this date; Miss Lu had confided in her that she wanted to have her nstruation days separate from those of Mada Xu to avoid interrupting her service.
So, in the future, when she had her nstruation, she would try to avoid this day.
However, Yun Qian had a question at the ti. If won couldn’t be in their full state during nstruation days, wouldn’t it be better to have n, who wouldn’t have nstruation, serve as maids instead?
Well, she wasn’t talking about those in the Celestial Family’s palace; Miss Yun didn’t understand all this, she was referring to her own husband or forr butler.
Always being taken care of by her husband, she didn’t really need any maids... But that wasn’t important, so Yun Qian yawned and continued to watch Miss Lu with interest.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Miss Lu blushed when Zhu Pingniang directly revealed her most secret days to Wen Li: "Ms. Zhu, you’re idle, aren’t you? Why rember my days for no reason?"
"It’s not like I intentionally rember. Every month, you only have those two days." Zhu Pingniang shrugged; when close, it’s impossible not to rember such things.
"Fine, anyway, you’re just taking advantage because you don’t have nstruation... I really can’t do anything about you." Miss Lu sighed.
"I indeed stopped having that long ago." Zhu Pingniang nodded.
According to Zhu Tongjun’s past personality, she would indeed stop nstruation early when she reached a certain realm in cultivation. When nstruation hardly affected her anymore, Zhu Tongjun would decisively cut off the Red Dragon...
So, for Miss Lu, the complex attitude towards nstruation was rely a cultivation tool for Zhu Pingniang, and she wasn’t qualified to comnt on it.
"Then why?" Zhu Pingniang seriously looked at Miss Lu: "You, the girls... Since none of you feel bad about it and are used to resting a few days each month... It seems there aren’t that many girls dissatisfied with this."
"...That’s right." Miss Lu twisted her hands together, then looked up with a deep sense of helplessness: "Because after all these years, we’re accustod to it."
"...Accustod..."
Zhu Pingniang was startled and then understood.
Because they’re accustod to it, as the head of the family, standing on behalf of the girls, Miss Lu felt such poor emotions.
Clearly, nstrual blood brought irreparable harm from all aspects to won in the mortal world, yet every girl had already grown accustod to integrating it into their lives...
That kind of helplessness is sothing every ’Mother’ or ’Sister’ can understand.
That’s why Miss Lu was angry.
"I get it... But you, this Ni Zi." Zhu Pingniang gently held Miss Lu’s cheeks as if kneading dough, and she humd: "In the end, it’s the fault of this era’s Literary Commander deeming won’s nstrual blood unclean and knocking its status to the ground... The nstrual blood itself isn’t wrong."
From the current rules of the Heavenly Dao, solitary Yin does not sustain life, and solitary Yang does not grow. The Yin and Yang balance, ’everything cycles... nstrual blood, which can symbolize reproduction, life cycles, is inherently right.
"I don’t care, I don’t understand those things." Miss Lu snorted, then realized Zhu Pingniang was encouraging her and softened her tone: "Ms. Zhu, I don’t really have strong opinions on this matter, but I want to remind you... Later if you intend to bring the girls from the building into cultivation... There will be plenty of trouble."
How to tell those suffering girls that nstrual blood is actually a blessing...?
Zhu Pingniang had nothing to say; she pressed her fingers lightly against her brow, feeling a faint headache.
She indeed got reminded by Miss Lu.
If even Miss Lu feels this way, how could the remaining girls accept nstrual blood?
It’s not that easy.
But if they can’t accept it, then the monthly Spirit Road becos harmful, because Muyu Peak doesn’t comply with ordinary cultivation that just requires having a Spirit Road?
What they’re cultivating are Six Arts for Won, focusing on the heart.
"So, it’s as long as making these girls feel having nstrual blood is a good thing, isn’t it?" Zhu Pingniang suddenly brightened, her gaze falling on soone.
"That’s easy to say, but how will you do that..." Miss Lu said, following Zhu Pingniang’s gaze, suddenly freezing.
She saw Zhu Pingniang staring at Yun Qian.
In that instant, she understood Zhu Pingniang’s intention.
Miss Lu was speechless.
This is about... Utilizing Miss Yun?
Indeed, Yun Qian desires nstrual blood urgently because she wants a child...
Zhu Pingniang’s idea was straightforward: make those girls think even Yun Qian eagerly wants it, so it can’t be sothing bad — it sounds childish, but rember, Yun Qian is Xu Chang’an’s wife.
This idea would be more useful than imagined.
"Ms. Zhu, don’t ss around." Miss Lu’s eyelids twitched slightly.
"Don’t look at like that, I haven’t said anything..." Zhu Pingniang said with a smile, clearly finding a solution, her mood brightened.
Only Yun Qian tilted her head, seemingly not understanding what they were cryptically discussing.
Wen Li didn’t quite understand either, but she didn’t expect to comprehend the conversation between Zhu Pingniang and Miss Lu; these two won aren’t normal in so way.
"Sister, you... should know what you’re doing, just don’t anger the young master." Miss Lu had no choice, then said: "Then the matter of nstrual blood... let’s leave it at that."
Since Yun Qian had been brought into it, what else could she say?
"Leave it at that? How can it end here?" Zhu Pingniang grunted; knowing Miss Lu’s dissatisfaction ant she would try to ease her inner resistance as much as possible, and speaking of the choices... what a lovely pear... no, example.
"Ah Li, you have your nstrual blood every month, right?" Zhu Pingniang asked Wen Li.
Wen Li nodded.
Even Junior Sister Yun had asked her this.
Her nstrual blood was indeed normal and had been normal for a long ti, but she was puzzled by Zhu Pingniang’s sowhat uncertain ’tone’ when asking her.
It seed having nstrual blood was quite inconceivable on her part?
Tsk.
Zhu Pingniang lowered her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
She really didn’t know Wen Li well.
Wen Li was too much like a man, so when Zhu Pingniang asked, she really hesitated, fearing Wen Li might have severed the Spirit Road.
It’s good that it’s not.
Almost made a mistake...
"Well, it’s good that you have it." Zhu Pingniang coughed twice, feeling slightly awkward as she looked at Miss Lu: "See, even a girl with a temperant like Ah Li’s has it, no reluctance. What do you have to be dissatisfied about?"
"Alright." Miss Lu noticed Zhu Pingniang’s embarrassnt.
Compared to earlier, the topic now was more normal; whether common girls or those from the Immortal Sect, if they’re close, they can’t avoid this topic—it truly feels like family talk.
"I..." Li Zhibai crossed her arms over her abdon, contemplating, recalling: "Too much ti has passed. Let think... In the Twelfth Year of Xuming... Was I thirteen or fourteen... It was thirteen."
As mories of that era gradually filled her mind, Li Zhibai rembered she had her first nstruation at thirteen. Being from a scholarly family, she didn’t understand it, and secretly went to the dical hall to ask, which caused quite an amusing scene.
"Thirteen years old." Yun Qian looked at Li Zhibai: "I missed mine."
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