The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

After dinner, the little fairy went back to her home to have a good talk with her mother.

The afterglow of the setting sun gently shines on the bluestone slabs of the courtyard, giving this ancient courtyard a faint golden glow.

The old locust tree in the courtyard swayed gently in the wind, as if welcoming the fairy who had returned after a long absence. The couple wore exquisite ancient costumes. The man wore a light and elegant robe with delicate bamboo leaf patterns embroidered on the lapels, which made him look gentle and refined. The woman wore an embroidered cheongsam with lifelike peony flowers blooming on it, which set off her gentle smile and added a touch of the charm of a classical beauty.

They sat on the carved wooden chairs, their eyes full of doting and expectation, as if they wanted to transform all the longing for not seeing each other for all these years into the gentle gaze at this moment.

The little fairy, a beauty who seems to have walked out of a painting, is wearing a light gauze skirt, the hem of her skirt swaying gently in the wind, like the gentlest breeze in a summer morning, with a hint of fairy spirit and agility.

A simple jade hairpin was inserted in her bun, making her look more elegant and refined, which perfectly matched the quaint courtyard.

"My little girl, you've traveled so far, you must be tired, right?" The father spoke softly, his tone full of heartache.

He stood up, walked gently to his daughter, and reached out his hand to brush the dust from her hair, but was afraid of disturbing this beauty. In the end, he just patted her shoulder gently and motioned for her to sit down and rest.

The mother was more delicate. She put down the teacup in her hand, stood up and walked to the table, picked up a piece of freshly baked osmanthus cake from the exquisite porcelain plate, and handed it to the little fairy.

"This is your favorite. Try it and see if it still tastes like what you had when you were a child." The pastry exuded a faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, as if it could instantly evoke the deepest memories and warmth in people's hearts.

The fairy took the cake and took a bite. It was sweet and soft, and a warm feeling instantly flowed through her body.

She looked up at her parents, tears glistening in her eyes, tears of happiness.

"I don't have any objection." There was a hint of maturity in her words, which made people sigh at the passing of time. The little girl has grown into a woman who can stand on her own.

Upon hearing this, the couple smiled at each other, their eyes filled with relief and pride.

They know that their daughter has grown up and has her own ideas and opinions, which is what they most want to see.

So, the father slowly said: "We naturally respect your decision, but we just hope that you can find someone who can weather the ups and downs with you and stay with you." There was both expectation and reluctance in his tone. After all, in the eyes of parents, children are always treasures that need to be cared for.

The mother expressed her feelings more directly: "My little girl, no matter where you go, remember that this is always your home. No matter what you need, we are willing to give you everything we have." Her words were like the spring sun, warm and firm, filling the little fairy's heart with strength and courage.

As night fell, lanterns were lit in the courtyard. The dim light illuminated the figures of the family of three, making them look particularly warm and harmonious.

The night has quietly fallen. The moonlight shines through the window lattices, sprinkling mottled light into the study room of the quadrangle courtyard, covering this quiet space with a layer of silver gauze.

The couple sat opposite each other, the flickering candlelight on the desk illuminated the solemn expressions on their faces, in stark contrast to the laughter and joy they had shown when they welcomed their daughter's return.

There was an indescribable heaviness in the air. The news that the Zhang family agreed to cancel the engagement was like a huge rock pressing on the couple's hearts.

They know very well that in this era where equal status is emphasized and family interests are paramount, marriage is often not just a matter between two people, but also an alliance and compromise between two families.

However, they care more about their daughter's happiness and her true thoughts and feelings.

"I think my daughter seems to have a good impression of the boy from the Zhang family." The woman broke the silence, with a hint of worry in her voice, but also revealed respect for her daughter's feelings.

The middle-aged man frowned upon hearing this, and his hands unconsciously rubbed the four treasures of the study on the table, as if looking for some kind of answer. "Indeed, the boy's achievements have made great progress in recent years, both in terms of knowledge and martial arts. But the grudges and hatreds between families are not so easy to resolve." His words revealed the helplessness and struggle of a parent.

"We can't just look at the surface." The woman added, "I heard that his martial arts skills have improved very quickly. There must be extraordinary circumstances or hard work behind this. More importantly, we have to see whether he is sincere to our daughter and whether he can give her a stable and happy future."

The couple fell into deep thought, their eyes sometimes meeting, sometimes they were lost in their own thoughts.

They knew that this decision not only concerned their daughter's life-long affairs, but also the reputation and future of the entire family.

"How about this, we might as well observe for a while." The middle-aged man finally spoke, with a hint of determination in his tone, "We can get to know the boy better in private, and see his character, talents, and his attitude towards my daughter. At the same time, we can also listen to my daughter's own thoughts. After all, this is a major event in her life, and we have to respect her choice."

The woman nodded, a trace of relief flashing in her eyes. "You are right, we can't rush things. As long as my daughter is happy, everything else is secondary."

The woman sighed softly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, as if she was talking to herself, or discussing with the middle-aged man beside her: "Could this kid be the grandson of that old fox? Otherwise, why would the Zhang family spare no effort to pour all their resources into him?"

There was some speculation and confusion in her tone, and she was obviously quite surprised by the Zhang family's move.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man's face became more solemn. He snorted coldly, his tone was firm and unquestionable: "We shouldn't interfere too much in these power games within the family. But since it involves my daughter's happiness, it's another matter. Status has always been an important part of marriage that cannot be ignored. If that guy is really the grandson of the old fox, we can't let my daughter wrong herself and become a concubine or a concubine."

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced in the study. Every step seemed so powerful. "I think it's time to meet that old fox in person. We must make it clear that my daughter's marriage must not only be between two people who love each other, but also between people of equal social status and with legitimate reasons. We don't ask the Zhang family to give us much wealth and glory, but at least we must ensure that my daughter has the status and respect she deserves in the Zhang family."

The woman looked at her husband's resolute back, a hint of tenderness and admiration flashing in her eyes.

She knew that although her husband was not good at speaking, when it came to the happiness and safety of his family, he would always stand up without hesitation and become their strongest support.

"Master, you are right." The woman agreed softly, "Let's get ready and visit the Zhang family tomorrow."