"Drawing cards based on looks? They're targeting me specifically. This body is already over ninety years old.
Even if my looks were good when I was young.
Now, there's not much left to show for it!"
Although Ding Yun complained internally, her small hand involuntarily used her free draw for the year. Immediately, a golden light flashed in her mind.
A golden card suddenly appeared.
[Congratulations, you have drawn a Golden quality Weaver Girl card. This Weaver Girl card has fifty thousand years of senior experience as a weaving prodigy, with extremely rich work experience.]
After the explanation ended, the golden card revealed its true appearance. The front depicted a woman who looked nearly fifty, dignified, and was weaving cloth.
The back contained another detailed description.
[Weaver Girl Erniang, one of the top hundred most senior Weaver Girls in the Heavenly Court. Unlike ordinary Weaver Girls who can only weave clouds and mist into fabric, she can use auroras, rain mist, rainbows, sunlight, water, fire, and a series of semi-ethereal, ethereal, or purely ethereal/material things to weave into cloth.
Heavenly cloth has no holes, heavenly garments are seamless...]
Since she had drawn a character card, she might as well use it. Besides, Ding Yun had never worn a "heavenly garment" before. So, after reading the information on the back of the card, she directly clicked to use it. She did not fuse with the Weaver Girl or transform into her appearance, but chose to only acquire the corresponding skills.
This was because she had no intention of faking her death and escaping.
Naturally, she couldn't change her current appearance.
Subsequently, the golden card transformed into a stream of light and merged into Ding Yun's soul. It also made appropriate modifications to Ding Yun's body. At this moment, Ding Yun immediately felt she had the ability to fly and to gather clouds, mist, auroras, water, and fire, grinding them into threads to weave fabric. However, considering it was still the middle of the night, Ding Yun did not overdo it. She simply opened the window gently and began to try gathering moon essence to weave.
Then, for reasons unknown, the previously ethereal moon essence, with a casual wave of Ding Yun's hand, turned into streaks of moon-white glowing silk threads that gathered in her hand. She didn't need any professional tools or spinning equipment. In her hand, it slowly and automatically formed a piece of cloth.
At the same time, as long as Ding Yun didn't intend to stop.
This cloth would continue to grow in size.
Since she had nothing else to do, and there were no maids watching inside the house, Ding Yun continued to weave until she had a whole bolt of moon essence cloth before she stopped.
At this point, another explanation appeared.
[Moon Essence Cloth, a silk fabric condensed from the essence of the bright moon. It possesses characteristics of being as thin as wisps of smoke, as transparent as cicada wings, cool to the touch, and moisturizing for the skin. Animals that consume it can awaken their spirits and open their minds, and with frequent consumption, it can even induce transformation into demons.]
"It's truly magical. In the future, when I have free time, I can weave more cloth and store it in my soul space for my own use. This time, I really struck gold."
Looking at the moon essence cloth, which surpassed ordinary fabric in both texture and appearance, Ding Yun not only immediately fell in love with its look but also began to eagerly anticipate how magnificent and dazzling the fabrics woven from other materials would be, and how exquisite they would look when made into clothes.
However, she still considered the late hour.
So, after putting away the moon essence cloth.
She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
She slept until the next morning, near the end of the辰时, around eight or nine o'clock, before waking up.
By then, the maids outside had already woken up. However, because the original owner disliked being disturbed while sleeping, they dared not enter the room or make any noise outside, which allowed Ding Yun to sleep soundly until this time.
As she awoke, a routine followed.
When she pulled a rope by the bedside, a crisp bell sound immediately rang out from outside. Hearing the bell, the servants knew that the old madam, Princess Anrong, had awoken.
The maids who had been waiting to assist with her grooming and washing quickly brought a silver basin and a bronze mirror to help Ding Yun freshen up. Those responsible for meals also immediately placed the breakfast, which had been prepared and kept warm in the kitchen, into a food container.
They would generally arrive just as Ding Yun finished her ablutions.
The Princess was always under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Clan Court. The servants were also directly allocated from the palace by the Imperial Clan Court. The palace maids who entered the palace each year were not all kept within the Forbidden City. A significant portion of them, after receiving training, were assigned to the residences of various princesses and princes.
Sometimes, the residences of county princesses and princes also received allocations.
No matter how unaccomplished the original owner's descendants were, it did not negate the fact that she herself was the highest-ranking ancestor of the entire royal family. The current Emperor Longsheng's grandfather, Emperor Kande, had to respectfully address the original owner as "Grand Aunt."
In terms of seniority, she was already in the "Heavenly Ancestor" generation, only one generation below the founding Emperor Shenwu.
The Imperial Clan Court might dare to mistreat princesses who were not favored, were young, and had lower seniority. However, they absolutely dared not mistreat this ancestor like the original owner, given her seniority. Everyone who went to see her was a junior.
In a realm governed by filial piety, who would dare to mistreat her?
The maids, trained in palace etiquette, naturally did not lack skill in serving. Ding Yun enjoyed the pampering immensely. After eating a breakfast that rivaled imperial cuisine, she was greeted by a host of sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons paying their respects.
At a glance, she couldn't count them all.
Two sons and their wives, both in their seventies, along with the eldest daughter-in-law who had lost her husband a few years prior. Eight grandsons and seven granddaughters-in-law in their fifties. Nineteen great-grandsons and fourteen great-granddaughters-in-law, ranging from teenagers to their thirties. In addition, there was a large group of forty-three great-great-grandsons and great-great-granddaughters, with ages ranging from early twenties to newborns, and six great-great-granddaughters-in-law. Furthermore, there were four descendants from the great-great-grandson generation, two boys and two girls, one six years old, one five years old, and two infants less than a year old, still swaddled.
The scene of over a hundred descendants standing together to pay their respects was truly awe-inspiring. Only a few of the older sons and grandsons were permitted to enter the room for their audience; the others had to remain outside because the room could not accommodate them all.
Even though the original owner was quite favored when she married and the princess's manor was built quite large, with so many family members, and each family member also having their own retinue of servants and attendants,
the princess's manor still felt a bit small.
It wasn't exactly cramped, but it wasn't overly spacious either.
The great-great-grandchild generation couldn't even get a courtyard each, only managing to be assigned two or three rooms per family. The servants had it even worse, most having to share dormitory-style rooms, with three to five people per room. Only the original owner, as the ancestor, lived relatively spaciously, and the servants indirectly benefited, at least sharing a room two by two.
Looking at the vast crowd outside, Ding Yun, despite having some psychological preparation, couldn't help but swallow. She then waved her hand, "There's no need for such formality.
Go about your own business. Don't delay important matters!"