ExclusiveCao Cao and Cai Wenji: A Tale of Grace and Righteousness Across Chaotic Times --- #CaiWenji #CaoCao #WenjiReturnsToHan #Grace

Let's travel back in time over 1,080 years to the Three Kingdoms Period. The Chaotic Era stands with blood and immortal ties in the poetry. As the crimson sun sets, autumn seeds that spring out, singing they are the final songs of life. Inside a desolate heart, a dim oil lamp flickers. A woman, her face marked by the hardship of life, gracefully depicts the strain of the ancient scissor. The music flows like a gentle scream, lends the scars like a roaring bass. Every vibration tells the story of a past shattered by fate, yet healed together by her unbreakable spirit. Welcome to the Meilin Culture Talk, an executive channel on Ganjing World. I'm your host Meilin. Today we are going to talk about two historical legends, the profound grace and honor they shared, and the ultimate inspiration their story brings to our life today. This is the story of China's greatest female poet and musician Cai Wenji. Our story begins with an ancient sorcerer burned from the fire. Cai Wenji's father, Cai Yong, was a world-renowned scholar and master's musician of the late Han Dynasty. Legend has it that his reclusive piece of burning from the penis, the cooking, spilled and caught into the famous Jiaowei scissor. Thus, the scourge by the fire has produced the most beautiful melodies on earth. This instrument was the perfect medicine for Wenji's life. He had walked through the fire to achieve his own rebirth. When Wenji was only nine years old, he heard a skirt snapped while her father was playing in his ark. It was the second string, she said. Her father, thinking it was a lucky guess, snapped the fourth string on purpose. Wenji cracked it and definitely ate it again. Her extraordinary talent turned the Cai's estate into a gathering place for her ears of the greatest minds. It was during her teenage years that this permanent man entered her life. Cao Cao, as a frequent guest at her father's house, met Wenji when he was 22 years her senior. In her description of the dynasty, it was a beautiful but bittersweet timing, born too early, born too late. Wenji deeply admired Cao Cao's grand vision and his powerful, thoughtful poetry. Cao Cao, in turn, was captivated by her beauty, intelligence, and love for learning. A quiet drink, Wenji would always look at him with deep respect and functionally call him the Lloyd Cao. On one such evening, Cao Cao picked up a brush and wrote his famous lines. Sing before wine, for life is short. Like the morning theme, the days slip away. What can dissolve my grief? Only a cup of wine. Wenji gently struck the sculptures that tell genders and songs alone in harmony. A brief look between them connected their souls across lifetimes. However, the storms of war never leave room for romance. The brave talent Dong Zhuo seemed to control the government and force Wenji's father into the service. To make matters worse, Dong Zhuo lusted after Wenji's beauty and demanded to her as his concubine. Disappointed, her father sent a secret letter to Cao Cao. Begging him to find a husband for Wenji immediately. He even wrote if there is no time, the young students still were in letters. Wen Zhongdao will do. Holding the letter in his military tent, Cao Cao stood frozen for a long time. This man was full of the memories of Wenji playing her music and her gentle smell. A guard shouted, General, your horse is ready. Cao Cao gripped straight to the horse's assisted. When Wenji happily ran to show him a new song he had composed, Cao Cao was deeply moved, but his heart was torn. Wenji was in the primary of her youngs with his middle ages and living a dangerous life on the battlefield. How could he offer her stably? If he claimed her for himself out of love, he would only drag her into a deadly political struggle. Wen Zhongdao, coming from a prestigious family, was a safer choice. The next day, to protect the woman he loved, Cao Cao secretly ordered his troops to intercept and destroy Dong Zhuo's wedding party. He then funded Wenji's wedding to Wen Zhongdao, ensuring it was grand and honorable, and personally saw her off. With his deep and selfless grace, this was to allow someone not by possessing them but by ensuring their safety. If Wenji's true choice was just beginning, within a year, her husband died of the illness and no children. Her in-laws blamed her for his death, forcing her to return home. Soon after, the capital fell into a trough. His father was arrested and died in prison. Before Wenji could even mourn her losses, the southern Xiongnu nomads invaded China. They met Cao Cao when she was captured. However, his famous name, her talent, and her beauty saved her from the swat. It was taken across the border as a prince and given to the Xiongnu's chieftain, the left-wing king. Even a foreigner deserves these completely different costumes and language. Wenji wears the costumes by sorrow. Fortunately, the king deeply respected her talent. Over 12 years, his patience owned her heart and he had two sons together. For 12 long years, whenever she saw the veiled flying in the south, Wenji would visit her homeland and play her zither. She realized he was dying in that desert. He had no idea that back in China, Cao Cao would have known the unity, the north, and the persistent, absolute power would look up at the moon on lonely nights and whisper, Wenji, are you well? The play in the year 208 A.D., H. Cao Cao made his historic decision. Declaring like the greatest soldier, the Cao Yong, gave birth to how his legend perceived through his daughter. Cao Cao sent inwards carrying immense wealth, 1,000 pounds of the golden and priceless jade to Xiongnu to buy Wenji's freedom. This event is celebrated in history as Wenji returned to Han. When it was unveiled, Wenji was torn between the throne and honor. She was overjoyed to return home, but the king would only let her live alone. Her two young sons had to stay behind. It was a heartbreaking separation. On one heart stood her culture's duty to reconduct over 4,000 volumes of lost ancient Chinese texts left by her father. On the other hand stood her blaming children. Ultimately, it was her duty to history. When she finally returned to the capital, exhausted and weary, and met Cao Cao once again, born with no gray heart. Words filled them, only tears flowed. Knowing he could not offer her standard marriage due to his political standing, Cao Cao arranged her to marry Dong Si, a young officer who appropriated music. In the beginning, Dong Si was called to her older, twice-married life, but fate would twist once more. The following year, Dong Si committed a capital office and face execution. To save her husband in the dead of the winter, a dashboard and barefoot wenjins rushed into Cao Cao's screened banquet hall. Kneeling before the powerful court officers, he pleaded for her husband's life. Words were so accurate, so full of grace and dignity, and his entire room was moved to tears. Looking at the woman who had suffered so much, it kept his noble spirit. Cao Cao felt a deep ache in his heart. He tested her, saying, but the execution order has already been sent out. What can I do? Wenjin looked up. Her answer stated, Your accident has the servants of the first house in the confluence of the brave soldiers. Would you hold back a single horse to save a dying life? Cao Cao sent in the orders a pardon. Moved by her incredible courage, Dong Si finally saw the greatness of his wife's heart. From that day then, the couple lives in perfect harmony, eventually leaving the politics behind to live a peaceful life in the country yard. The final chapter of the history was almost like a mess. Years later, during the loved spring afternoon, a familiar, thoughtful zither melody echoed near a mountain stream. Cao Cao, who happened to be the hunting, nearby recognized the tone's intensity. His heart raced. He ran towards a hobbled cottage, sounded, Wenjin? Is that you? But when he pushed open the wooden door, the cottage was empty. The evening sun sunned our desk. Where a piece of the sock leaves the price ring. It was her timeless masterpiece, The Eighteen Lambs on a Hu Jia. Cao Cao stood there in silence. He suddenly understood that the soul he had spent a lifetime protecting had finally risen above the human suffering and finally is the true home. As we close the story, I wonder if you can also feel the emotional connection stretching across the thousand years. If we look at history through the tense of the recasting, we saw beautiful truths, the grace and honor we created in life do not vanish when our bodies died. They return to us in higher forms. One, the evolution of Cao Cao's history. Cao Cao was the first and the last politician, but he kept the softest, pursuant part of his soul for Cai Wenjin. His love transcends the precession. If we saw his words alive today, he might not be a military ruler, but he was the courageous defender of justice, someone who stands against the tyranny to protect the incompetent and the weak. Second, the transformation of Cai Wenjin. Cai Wenjin endured the unimaginable pain and he never became bitter. He turned her suffering into the moral music and used his memory to restore China's lost culture's treasures. Today, a solid case would be the passionate gardens, the tradition cultures sharing ancient wisdom and the faith with the good words. The fact that we're sitting here today listening to the one thousand years older Caesar is especially connecting in himself. In our modern life, we will face our own truth. When you choose the kindness over personal gain, when you choose to speak to the truth in the world full of illusions, you are harmonizing with the noble spirit of Cao Cao and Cai Wenjin. Thank you for watching. I look forward to reading your thoughts in the comments. Please share the video with a friend because on the Journal to Defending Truth and Tradition, we are never alone. I'm Meilin. Take care and see you in our next program. Bye.