Chapter 3: A Place Full of Lies

This daughter was born to his wife at an advanced age. Everyone in the family doted on her, and while she was a bit spoiled, she wasn't the type to be unreasonable.

Back then, their eldest son had already gone through matchmaking and the wedding date was about to be set. When his wife fainted while busy preparing for the wedding, the old doctor took one look and realized she was pregnant again. It was the eldest daughter-in-law who helped take care of her during her confinement.

The newborn Youyou was chubby and absolutely beautiful.

He must have been obsessed.

Nowadays, spreading feudal superstitions is strictly forbidden.

The Fang family courtyard.

"Youyou, get up and eat your steamed egg. Mother added a drop of sesame oil; it’s so fragrant."

Fang Youyou looked at this elderly mother. Her face was full of wrinkles, but one could vaguely tell that she must have been very beautiful when she was young.

"You are my mother? Then what is my name?"

Mother Fang was about to feed her daughter with a spoon when she saw her take the bowl herself and start eating.

"Youyou, your name is Fang Youyou. You’re a big girl of fifteen. In two years, you can start matchmaking. I’ll have your little aunt find you a worker so you can eat government-supplied grain."

Fang Youyou?

How did she get here?

Fang Youyou usually didn't concern herself with big or small matters, and rarely did anything cause her expression to change.

She began her education at two and started martial arts at three. While other young ladies were practicing embroidery, she was practicing horse stance, boxing, horseback riding, and marksmanship.

"Mother..."

It was just a form of address, and besides, the woman before her truly loved her.

She had once lived in a place full of lies; she could feel the sincerity of the person before her.

"Hmm." Mother Fang broke into a wide smile, making the wrinkles on her face deepen. A beauty in her twilight years—she wasn't very beautiful now, but her smile was beautiful, and her eyes were beautiful. These were the traces left by time.

"You eat too..."

Mother Fang waved her hand. "Mother isn't hungry, not hungry at all."

Fang Youyou didn't like being particularly close to people.

Because of this, in the military camp, there were few deputy generals or others who were close to her, and she only corresponded with her own mother through letters over the years.

Seeing that her daughter had finished the egg custard, Mother Fang tucked her in again. "Sleep a little longer. If you need anything, just call out. Mother will be outside."

The gentleness was so overwhelming that it made her lose herself. For a moment, Fang Youyou actually dared to hope that if this were a dream, could it last a little longer?

"Where is Youyou?"

"She just ate the egg custard. I told her to lie back down," Mother Fang said in a low voice, afraid of worrying about her daughter.

Captain Fang let out a long sigh. "It’s just the autumn harvest, and there’s plenty of work for the brigade. Keep a close eye on Youyou these next two days."

There was still work in the fields—harvesting sweet potatoes and planting wheat.

Over at the educated youth dormitory, more educated youths were asking for leave.

"As if I needed you to tell me."

A segment of textual memory that did not belong to her surfaced in Fang Youyou's mind.

Yes, textual memory.

Fang Youyou, fifteen years of age, the only daughter in the family, deeply loved, but died prematurely at sixteen. Her parents were devastated after her passing and died one after another within five years.

This left Chen Yunyou, who had just become Fang Youyou, feeling a bit dazed. Even when charging into battle and being surrounded by enemy troops, she had never shown such panic on her face.

Fang Youyou did not like lying in bed; even when injured, she rarely stayed on a couch.

She rose from the bed and put on her cloth shoes. Her head felt a bit dizzy, but she didn't stop her footsteps as she opened the door, the entire courtyard coming into view.

"Youyou, why did you get up?"

Fang Youyou looked at Mother Fang, who was holding clothes she was mending. "I don't like lying down."

Also, she wanted to practice martial arts.

Practicing had become a habit, just as eating and sleeping had become habits. If she didn't practice for a day, she felt a bit restless.

"But your body hasn't recovered yet."

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