Onmyoji, a nobleman in Heian-kyo

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What could she do?

Helping others is done on the premise that one's own interests are not harmed.

Isn't this the same principle true in both modern and ancient times?

Especially now that we are living in an era with a strict hierarchical system like ancient times, we cannot act recklessly.

Otherwise, it's truly game over.

That's basically it.

"Xiao Jing, from now on I'll be keeping an eye on you..."

Yang thought to himself.

She didn't think Hiratsuka Shizuka would be that confused, but she still wanted to be on the safe side.

Otherwise, if something happens, her reputation in Su Yi's eyes will drop.

She doesn't want them to be responsible for anything important in the future.

Yang Nai still wants to experience more of the world through her work.

And what about Hiratsuka Shizuka, whom Haruno has her eye on?

She was completely bewildered.

When she was told to start getting ready, her mind went completely blank.

Given that her identity is at most just a surname, she basically doesn't need to wear those bulky, pot-shaped outfits.

Just dress a little better than usual.

Ultimately, none of her relatives held official positions.

Despite being described as a noblewoman, she was actually a low-status woman who used the surname and the title of the military general Ping Weiheng to intimidate others.

"I guess I was just there to make up the numbers, and I should have been the maid in the past..."

"Hiratsuka Shizuka murmured."

She knew from the beginning that she was just there to make up the numbers.

At such an advanced age, writing letters could be considered a job application.

After all, in the Heian period, it was not an insult or a disgrace for women of noble lineage to serve as maids in the mansions of nobles; rather, it was a great honor.

Just like the women in the palace.

My status is too low to do it.

At the very least, Hiratsuka Shizuka knew that she had absolutely no right to step into the palace.

Even in the prestigious Prefectural Office of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, they were still somewhat unqualified.

She only benefited from her surname and bloodline.

“That’s not how it is,” the woman combing Hiratsuka Shizuka’s hair behind her said cheerfully. “You’re only a little older than that Kyosuke-sama’s first wife. The important thing is that Kyosuke-sama said that your father and mother can come along too!”

"what??"

Hiratsuka Shizuka jumped up, taken aback.

She knew that the legendary figure in Kyoto was only about twenty years old!

So how could someone have such a huge appetite?!

There must be a misunderstanding!

"Perhaps it's just politeness, very politeness—"

"No, your parents are already happily packing their bags."

"..."

Hiratsuka stood there dumbfounded, her mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a moment.

The woman dressing up Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't think that far ahead. She pressed Hiratsuka Shizuka down and continued to dress her up beautifully.

After Hiratsuka Shizuka finished dressing.

When the woman who dressed her left temporarily, she couldn't help but adopt a thoughtful posture.

"Marriage? Marriage? Marriage?"

"No, this must be just politeness, they actually took it seriously, hahaha..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka clutched her head, her mind a complete mess.

What should I do?

Suddenly, Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had been leaning back, lurched forward as if she had been hit by a right straight punch and suffered a major blow, causing her to stagger and lose her balance.

Then his knees trembled frequently, as if his legs were being attacked. The trembling extended upwards to his waist and shoulders, and eventually even affected his voice.

"Um..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka wiped away the tears from her eyes.

Could it be true?

This isn't some useless pretty boy; if he's really interested in her, he's hit the jackpot.

But does such a good thing really happen in the world?

It must be a dream, it must be a dream.

Hiratsuka Shizuka raised her hand to pinch his cheek, but suddenly stopped and pinched the flesh on his leg instead... She still had to see people later, and her face couldn't be hurt in the slightest.

Go for it, Shizuka!

Perhaps this isn't a dream, but reality?

One in ten thousand or one in a hundred million—don't they both contain infinite possibilities?

Hiratsuka Shizuka clasped her hands together and silently hoped for divine protection.

She had heard about Kyosuke from the Prosecutor's Office many times when she came here with her cousins, including Taira no Korehira. She thought he was a real man, and although he was a little young, she didn't need to worry about him too much.

Hiratsuka Shizuka muttered to herself, not thinking about anything else, until a pink-haired girl came running up crying, which finally brought her to her full senses...

229. Yui Yuigahama / Shizuka Hiratsuka's Method / The Alienation of the Moon God

"Teacher Jing—"

“Yui…”

Seeing her former student rushing towards her with tears in her eyes, Hiratsuka Shizuka immediately regained her composure.

Perhaps I'm just going to be a very ordinary female ward.

What good things are you thinking about?

They are most likely just being polite.

I've gone mad; I've started to fall into strange fantasies.

"Teacher Jing."

The pink-haired girl who walked over was Yui Yuigahama, and she looked terrified.

The pleading look in her eyes, like a puppy begging for mercy, made Hiratsuka Shizuka sigh.

"I have no choice but to leave, but I will see if the place I go to is hiring. If it is, we will still have a chance to meet in the future."

She wanted to offer comfort, but Shizuka Hiratsuka couldn't truly deceive her own heart.

She knew very well that in this era, telling the truth was more effective than lying for Yui Yuigahama.

"Woo~"

Yui Yuigahama stood helplessly in front of Shizuka Hiratsuka, her voice filled with loneliness.

Seeing that Yui Yuigahama was almost "dog-like," Shizuka could only pat the student's head.

She couldn't possibly lie.

Because "giving people hope and then letting them despair while they wait" is the most inappropriate thing to do.

In situations like these, speaking frankly is better than anything else.

Yui Yuigahama gradually regained her composure, but she still couldn't help looking at Shizuka Hiratsuka with tears in her eyes.

"Teacher Jing, thank you for taking care of me this past year..."

"Don't say it like it's goodbye forever. There's still a chance we'll meet again. But the chance of meeting someone who says the same thing to me is zero!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but sigh.

Having been a teacher for several years, she found that students who tearfully said things like "I'll come to see you again" or "See you at the next teacher-student reunion" at graduation usually disappeared without a trace from her world.

Sometimes, Shizuka Hiratsuka gets so nervous and worried that she wants to make a phone call or secretly check social media apps like SNS and LINE to see what's going on.

Then, sadly, I discovered that the diaries and photos shared by students who were either working or in college were filled with a strong sense of "modern life" (a Chinese internet slang term for being overly attached to a particular culture or lifestyle).

Some of them have even become fathers or mothers... Oh, I'm going to die!