"As long as it is wrapped in cloth, will it become so small?" Wen Min looked curious. She had never seen anyone of her age have such small feet.
No, under normal circumstances, she can't see other people's feet.
"If you want to wrap it, you have to ask my wet nurse to come over and do it for you."
Every time she looked at her three-inch feet before going to bed at night, Cui Yafeng suddenly felt a sense of addiction in her heart. This intoxication diluted the deep pain caused by her feet.
What a beautiful little foot. Other women should be allowed to have such beautiful little feet and experience her feelings. But after the feet were wrapped, her walking posture did look particularly good-looking, and she had a charming charm.
Cui Yafeng's face showed a smile as gentle as the spring breeze.
But for some reason, looking at her smile, a chill suddenly ran down Wen Min's back, and the hairs on his arms stood up - as if his intuition was reminding him that there was something very dangerous.
It shouldn't be.
Yafeng is her cousin, so he shouldn't harm her?
"Isn't it enough to wrap the little feet with cloth? Why do you need your nanny's help?"
Cui Yafeng said: "Because we are a little old, the younger the better, the better. It is best to start when we are four or five years old. We are a little old for foot binding. In fact, it is not suitable for foot binding. We need to use some external force. If it is not a wet nurse,
, I can’t wrap my feet so well either.”
When she said this, her tone was filled with unconscious pride.
"My nanny is currently at General Zhenwu's house, binding the feet of their little daughter. Miss Han also wants to have a pair of feet like mine."
It is said that after Han Qiaoqiao's feet were forcibly broken off and wrapped up, he developed a high fever that night.
Han Qiaoqiao's feet were too big. In order to make her feet look like three-inch golden lotus, the nanny had to cut off her feet. Fortunately, there was a nanny, otherwise she wouldn't be able to wrap them up. Cui Yafeng's response to Han Qiaoqiao's fever
Don’t worry, this is something every girl with bound feet will experience, just get used to it.
The wet nurse has to wait a few more days to make sure that the foot binding is no problem before returning to her.
Wen Min pursed her lips and said, "Let me take a look again."
She didn't know why, but she intuitively thought that the foot binding her cousin mentioned might be different from what she imagined, which gave her a creepy feeling, but she was too embarrassed to express her concerns in front of her.
Cui Yafeng looked at her and said, "If you want to try it one day, you can come to me."
Wen Min nodded, picked up a piece of white sugar cake, and ate it slowly. She didn't want to talk about this topic.
After eating two snacks and drinking a cup of hot tea, she stood up and said, "I'm going back first."
Cui Yafeng asked her, "My grandmother will have a flower viewing party at the end of the month. Will you come then?"
Wen Min subconsciously wanted to nod, but she swallowed her words before she could leave her mouth, "If I can leave the palace at that time."
She nodded slightly to Cui Yafeng, and immediately left with several eldest maids.
Geng Hai, who had already drank a cup of tea, couldn't wait to send the princess to Princess Wei.
After Wen Min left, Cui Yafeng went to greet her grandmother.
She mentioned the matter of persuading Wen Min to bind her feet.
Rong Ying looked at her, "Why did you think of letting her bind her feet?"
She dared to let General Zhenwu's youngest daughter's feet be bound. That was because General Zhenwu wanted to please her. As long as she showed her intention, the other party would take the initiative to facilitate the matter. But Wen Min was not like that... Wen Min was the emperor.
The only daughter, the emperor did not have many heirs, and even a daughter was extremely precious. If he knew that binding his feet would break his feet, the emperor would definitely not agree. From her point of view, the emperor dotes on his daughter too much. As a princess, she should also
Make some sacrifices.
Cui Yafeng pursed her lips and said, "It's for my granddaughter's own good. It's better to wrap her up sooner rather than later."
She paused for a moment and continued: "My granddaughter feels that if even the royal princess binds her feet, if the example is effective, more and more people will have their feet bound in the future. Only in this way can things be brought back to the right path."
Rong Ying thought for a moment... Yafeng's words were reasonable, but she was still too reckless.
"Unless Wen Min takes the initiative to ask us for help, we cannot take action against her."
Otherwise, the price would not be affordable for them. In the emperor's heart, her aunt was even worse than Su Yueling.
Rong Ying's hand on the handle of the chair tightened unconsciously - she needed a louder reputation to protect herself so that the emperor would not dare to insult her so wantonly.
…
Compared to the unfamiliar eldest princess, Wen Min seemed much more relaxed on Su Yueling's side.
She got permission from her father to stay outside the palace for a day or two this time. Her maid also brought several sets of clothes and jewelry that she usually wears.
She changed out of her original clothes and wore the fluffy skirt Su Yueling designed for her. Moreover, the skirt was embroidered with a fluffy decorative lace that she had never seen before, which made it look particularly cute.
"This is lace, doesn't it look cute?"
Su Yueling added a lace design to Daxia's skirt and a bustle, which made Wen Min look more adorable when she wore it. Moreover, Wen Min, like Bao Shu, has a little baby fat, which is very suitable for this style.
Although there were no outsiders in the room, Wen Min liked it but felt a little uncomfortable wearing it for the first time.
Su Yueling gave her a thumbs up, "You are now the second cutest in the world."
Wen Min's attention was immediately diverted by her, "Who is the cutest person?"
Su Yueling said of course: "Of course it's me!"
Is there anyone else besides her?
Wen Min was not surprised at all by this answer.
She looked at her skirt, and because of the bustle, she could see her feet. Wen Min didn't think her feet were big before, but compared to her cousin Bi Yafeng, she did seem a bit bigger.
She always felt that Cousin Yafeng should be hiding something from her, but she didn't know what the problem was.
Well, then just ask my cousin.
Cousin Yueling is smart and well-informed. She might know what bound feet are.
So she asked: "Sister-in-law, do you know how to bind your feet?"
Su Yueling frowned, "I've read in books that it's a vicious custom that destroys women's bodies, and it's not a good thing."
Huh?
Wen Min's eyes widened in shock, "Is this such a bad behavior?"
Su Yueling nodded heavily, "The person who invented bound feet can be said to be very unscrupulous." Su Yueling was very lucky. Although bound feet had appeared in this world before, it was only a flash in the pan. Nowadays, almost no one in Daxia knows how to bind bound feet.
At most, they are only found in individual brothels.
Wen Min couldn't help but murmured: "Cousin Yafeng still wants me to bind my feet..."
Even my cousin has her feet bound...
Su Yueling's ears immediately stood up, and her expression turned serious, "Who do you think asked you to bind your feet?"