ushernet Chapter 456 Lin Yue's Dream
Chapter 456 Lin Yue's Dream
Li Yanran took a closer look and was overjoyed. It turned out that this woman was Lin Yue, the daughter of the magistrate of Xianyang. Although she and Lin Yue had never spoken, they had seen each other a few times from afar.
Lin Yue clearly recognized Li Yanran as well. When her gaze fell on Li Yanran, she paused slightly, seemingly surprised. However, this surprise was quickly masked by her smile. She smiled gently at Li Yanran and the others, and said softly, "The snow scenery is so beautiful today that I couldn't contain my joy and played a piece without thinking. I hope I haven't disturbed your enjoyment."
Li Yanran smiled slightly and replied softly, "Miss Li, you flatter me. Your music just now was so plaintive and poignant, and it complemented the falling snow perfectly, creating a beautiful picture, a true paradise on earth! We are truly honored to have the opportunity to hear such wonderful music."
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, praising Lin Yue's musical skills. Seeing this, Lin Yue finally felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. She had been worried that her casual playing at the academy would cause displeasure, but seeing that no one seemed to mind, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Today was the first day of school at Daqin Women's Academy, and with pure white snowflakes falling from the sky, Lin Yue was in high spirits and spontaneously played a piece. However, she forgot that this was not her home, but the academy. If her casual playing in the academy displeased anyone, she should indeed apologize.
Fortunately, Li Yanran and the others didn't blame her, which made Lin Yue feel very fortunate. Moreover, Lin Yue naturally recognized Li Yanran. She was the daughter of a former Minister of Justice, a woman of illustrious and noble birth. Now, she was also the fiancée of Prince Fusu, making her status even more prestigious. If such a person harbored any dislike towards her, then her life as the daughter of a mere magistrate of Xianyang would likely be miserable at the Great Qin Women's Academy.
Lin Yue warmly invited everyone to sit down. Li Yanran and the others exchanged smiles and then readily accepted and took their seats. The once somewhat deserted pavilion instantly became bustling with activity.
Li Yanran spoke first, smiling as she suggested, "Sister Lin Yue, you haven't finished playing that piece yet. Why don't you continue playing it for us now?"
Her suggestion was immediately met with enthusiastic responses from the others, who all nodded in agreement. Seeing their sincerity, Lin Yue no longer held back and readily agreed.
She walked gracefully to the piano, sat down elegantly, adjusted her posture, and then her slender fingers gently caressed the strings. In an instant, melodious music flowed from her fingertips like a clear spring.
Li Yanran had been a model of a well-bred young lady since childhood, proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. At this moment, listening to Lin Yue's zither playing, she couldn't help but nod in admiration. Lin Yue's zither skills were indeed exceptionally high; Li Yanran felt she couldn't compare.
Although Su Yao came from a merchant family, she had received careful upbringing from a young age. Despite having no interest in music, chess, calligraphy, or painting, she had studied them for a few years and had some basic skills. When she heard Lin Yue's music, she immediately recognized its quality—it was a level of playing that only someone who had studied music from a young age could achieve.
Liu Cui and Zhao Xiaoya, two girls born and raised in the countryside, had never had the chance to see anyone play the piano before. However, when they witnessed Lin Yue playing the piano today, they were completely captivated by her elegant posture and the beauty emanating from every movement.
Lin Yue's fingers danced across the strings, as if by magic, producing beautiful notes that flowed out like a gentle stream. The music was melodious and captivating, sometimes like a mountain spring, sometimes like birdsong in the forest, and sometimes like a gentle breeze rustling through rice paddies, enchanting the listener and leaving them mesmerized.
Before they knew it, not only Liu Cui and Zhao Xiaoya, but also the other two people present were immersed in the beautiful music. Their hearts seemed to be touched by the music, and their thoughts drifted along with it.
As the music ended, its lingering notes echoed. Lin Yue slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the four people before her. She saw a variety of emotions in their eyes: admiration, joy, and even a hint of worship. However, what comforted her was that she saw no jealousy, resentment, or disgust in their eyes.
Lin Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She knew these people were all worth befriending. Only kind-hearted people, free from jealousy, could truly appreciate the talents of others without harboring resentment or dissatisfaction.
The group sat together, their conversation starting with the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, gradually shifting to their studies and life at the academy. Lin Yue listened quietly, occasionally interjecting a word or two; the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.
When Zhao Xiaoya talked about her initial motivation for studying law, Lin Yue was shocked. Zhao Xiaoya said that she chose to study law in the hope of helping people protect themselves according to the law and no longer be oppressed.
Lin Yue stared wide-eyed at Zhao Xiaoya in disbelief. From childhood, all she'd heard was about the demands placed on her future husband—how much wealth he should have, what his social status should be, and so on. Even her father's affection for her amounted to nothing more than teaching her manners and etiquette at home, preparing her for married life.
Lin Yue's trip to the Qin Women's Academy was an arrangement her father had to make to support the King of Qin. She had never imagined that in many parts of Qin, people still lived in poverty, barely clothed and fed, while officials could so easily disregard human life.
All of this shocked and saddened Lin Yue, and her outlook on life seemed to be completely reshaped at that moment. She suddenly realized that the Great Qin Dynasty was not only full of dazzling women like Princess Jiayang, but also many women like Zhao Xiaoya, who were willing to strive and overcome difficulties even when they had nothing.
Lin Yue's gaze slowly swept across the faces of Li Yanran, Su Yao, Liu Cui, and Zhao Xiaoya. She saw a light in their eyes, a light of dedication and pursuit of their dreams.
Lin Yue couldn't help but ponder what her dream was, and what she could do for the Qin Dynasty.
These questions were like a fog, leaving her feeling lost and confused. Filled with questions, Lin Yue and the others left the pavilion and returned to their respective dormitories.
Night fell, and all was quiet except for the moonlight streaming through the window into the room. Lin Yue lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. A multitude of thoughts flashed through her mind, playing out like a movie before her eyes.
Suddenly, a scene flashed into her mind—when she was little, she stood by watching her father hold her older brother and teach him to read. Back then, her father hadn't become an official, and the family lived a simple and happy life. Lin Yue remembered that she always envied her brother for being able to study, while she could only listen from the sidelines.
This memory stirred something within Lin Yue; it was as if she had found a clue to her dream. She thought that perhaps her dream was to teach and nurture students, to become a female teacher, just like the female teachers in the academy.
This idea grew clearer and clearer in Lin Yue's mind; she felt that this was the goal she had always been pursuing. With this goal in mind, Lin Yue felt the fog in her heart gradually dissipate, and she finally found her direction in life.
Filled with anticipation and hope for the future, Lin Yue's mood gradually calmed down, and she soon drifted into a sweet dream.