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Chapter 110 The Wind of Reform Blows

In the early morning, the soft sunlight, like a veil, gently shimmers across the streets and alleys of the capital. Caressed by the sun, the ancient buildings seem to awaken dormant memories, exuding a charm etched by time. The bluestone pavement, like a winding dragon, carries the comings and goings of pedestrians, stretching into the distance. From the schools to the streets, the crowds bustle and the atmosphere is bustling.

The news of the women's reforms resounded like the first clap of thunder in spring, instantly shattering the tranquility of the capital. In the streets and alleys, people gathered in groups of three or five, whispering to each other and curiously discussing this sudden and novel event.

An old man, over fifty, with rigid and conservative ideas, dressed in a washed-out, slightly threadbare gown, stood with his hands behind his back, his brow furrowed so tightly that it looked as if he could pinch a fly. He stroked his beard vigorously, his face filled with irritation as he shouted, "The women in the harem are trying to reform? This is unheard of and absurd! These rules, passed down for thousands of years, are the iron laws set by our ancestors. How can we change them so easily? Women should stay home, take care of their husbands and children, and manage the household. Why are they messing around out there?" Every wrinkle on his weathered face was etched with a stubborn adherence to traditional ethics.

A conceited young scholar, wearing a beautifully embroidered brocade robe and holding a folding fan with a landscape pattern, shook his head repeatedly in disdain, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a disdainful sneer, and said sarcastically: "Women can also reform? It's really ridiculous! Since ancient times, women should strictly abide by the three obediences and four virtues, keep their duties in the boudoir, and never go out of the main door or the secondary door. Now you dare to show your face in public and try to reform. It's simply against ethics and indecent!" His self-righteous demeanor revealed a blind rejection of new ideas and a blind respect for traditional ethics.

Inside the academy, a scholarly, usually cautious gentleman, with a thin face and a deep gaze filled with worry, rested his hand on his chin and sighed anxiously, "This may be a bold attempt, but the power of tradition is like a towering tree, its roots deep and entwined, and it cannot be easily shaken. Who knows where this wind of reform will blow, and what changes it will bring. We should refrain from rash actions, lest we bring disaster upon ourselves." His worried eyes revealed not only a fear of the unknown, but also a deep concern for his own interests and future.

Meanwhile, in a secluded and magnificent mansion in the capital, several dignitaries were sitting together. The atmosphere inside was gloomy and depressing, like the calm before a storm.

"This woman's reformist spirit must not be allowed to spread. Otherwise, our status and interests will be undermined, and the consequences will be disastrous." A bloated official with a face full of flesh frowned, his expression solemn, and his voice low and cautious. "This matter is of no small importance. We must plan carefully and handle it with caution. We must not act rashly or rashly, lest we give those with ulterior motives a handle and give them excuses to criticize us, thus jeopardizing the foundation we have painstakingly built over the years."

"That's right, we have to find a way to stop this!" Another sharp-nosed, monkey-faced strategist, seemingly shrewd but actually scheming, his eyes darting rapidly around, a sinister and cunning expression on his face. He offered a sinister suggestion, "In my opinion, why don't we just say that this reform goes against heaven and will bring about natural and man-made disasters? This will instill fear in the ignorant people and deter them from pursuing reform."

A profit-seeking businessman, now scowling, his brow furrowed like a mountain ravine, complained anxiously, "If this reform allows all women to work, my female labor costs will inevitably increase significantly, and business will become increasingly difficult! What should I do?"

A teacher with open minds and a broad mind, dressed in a simple blue shirt and holding a yellowed book, spoke passionately, "This is the inevitable trend of progress. There are also many talented women among us. Why can't we give them the opportunity to realize their ambitions? We should strongly support them and follow the trend!"

A bold and daring woman from the market, hands on her hips, shouted at the top of her lungs, "I think this reform is very good. My daughter is clever and capable. Why shouldn't she have a chance to shine?"

At that moment, Imperial Concubine Su, dressed in a gorgeous palace dress and surrounded by numerous palace maids and attendants, appeared on the streets of the capital with great grace. The crowd around her instantly fell silent, and countless eyes turned to her.

Concubine Su cleared her throat, parted her rosy lips, and began a brief but powerful speech: "Fellow villagers, women's reform is not about breaking with tradition. Rather, it aims to seek equal opportunities, fully tap women's talents and wisdom, and contribute to the prosperity of our country. We sincerely hope that through unremitting efforts, every woman will have the opportunity to realize her own value and shine her own light in this vast world."

Her voice was clear and melodious, yet firm and powerful, like the sound of a large bell, echoing in the air for a long time. There was a brief silence in the crowd, followed by thunderous applause and cheers.

"Well said!" A middle-aged woman with a simple face and a straightforward personality, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes gleaming with hope as she shouted, "This should have happened long ago! My daughter is so smart, she deserves a chance to display her talents!"

"Support reform!" A young girl waved her fist vigorously, her face filled with infinite longing for the future. Her gaze was as firm as a torch as she shouted, "I want to be like a man and accomplish something earth-shattering!"

At this moment, the idea of ​​reform, like a seed of hope, began to take root in people's hearts. The wind of reform blew stronger and stronger, as if it would sweep across the entire capital and usher in a brand new era.