Bu Lianshi, clad in a simple but elegant red robe, stands in the kitchen, the knife in her hand working rapidly while she dices vegetables. Chop-chop-chop. Chop away all the stress of her work and life-- of managing the harem, of ensuring her husband doesn’t get himself too drunk and rowdy again, of checking up on daughters.
Her brow furrows slightly, her beautiful features screwing up as she thinks of the complications Sun Shangxiang is facing. The Wu-Shu alliance was shattered by the death of Guan Yu-- the princess has been doing her best to repair the relations, putting her in a precarious spot. And Lianshi worries for her, of course. Chop-chop-chop. Despite it all, she can’t help the fond smile on her face, her thoughts swirling with fond memories of her sister-in-law. I am so proud of you, my lady.
With a sigh, she sweeps the chopped vegetables into a stew pot, alongside some roasting bones so she can make broth. She dearly loves her husband, her family, her life, but sometimes the responsibilities weigh upon her-- though of course, she never complains. Lianshi’s gray eyes shift as she goes about her cooking task, allowing the repetitive motions to melt away the concern in her heart, just for a little while. Everyone is working so hard. We must be sure to do our part. She thinks to herself.
