Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade

Cheng Yue asked, "Mother saw a man wearing the Eight-treasure Pearl Crown coming to our house, who is he?"

Qian Yixiu replied indifferently, "He is Prince Consort Pan, how about it, quite handsome, isn’t he?"

Cheng Yue stared at Qian Yixiu blankly, feeling as if a thread of clarity amidst her chaotic thoughts was about to burst forth but couldn’t break through. The more she thought, the more her head hurt. She couldn’t bear it any longer and, holding her head, said, "Oh, my head, my head really hurts."

Qian Yixiu was frightened and quickly helped her lie down on the bed. Seeing that she gradually fell asleep, she then relaxed.

Little Mom hasn’t been sick for a long time, what’s wrong now?

Qian Yixiu watched over little Mom’s pale face, who seemed to have worries even in her sleep, with her eyebrows lightly furrowed.

As Qian Yixiu watched, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed her mind, and the doubts deep in her heart slowly surfaced. No wonder she always felt a sense of familiarity in Prince Consort Pan’s brows and eyes; only now did she realize that he must resemble little Mom and herself a great deal.

And there’s Ming Wa with her little cleft chin... Prince Consort Pan doesn’t have a long beard, and it’s trimmed very stylishly. The short mustache above his upper lip is quite dense, and the beard around his mouth and on his chin is shaved very short, revealing a square and slightly upturned chin with a dimple.

Qian Yixiu got up and went to the sides of the two little beds, covering everything below Jingjing’s mouth with her hand, observing her eyebrows, eyes, and nose. Then, she covered everything above Ming Wa’s nose, examining his mouth and chin.

The upper half of Jingjing looked extremely like Pretty Boy Pan, and the lower half of Ming Wa also closely resembled Pretty Boy Pan.

There’s also little Mom’s profound artistic skills, her cold, detached temperament...

When Qian Yixiu was in Capital City, Uncle Liang had told her some things about Prince Consort Pan. He was the cherished maternal grandson of the Empress Dowager, the younger brother to the Emperor born from the Elder Princess Zi Yang. It seemed that the Elder Princess passed away early, and he had a difficult temper, stubborn and contrary, with a strained relationship with the Emperor and Empress Dowager, always living in frustration.

Qian Yixiu knew only that much, as for the rest, such as how many daughters he had or what happened to any missing daughter, she had no idea.

Thinking further, little Mom never mentioned her father, only her mother a few times; despite being few, one could sense that her mother’s status was extremely noble. Little Mom once cried bitterly because she didn’t raise her daughter elegantly, and even said sorry to her mother and words like that. This made it seem like little Mom must be the biological daughter of the Elder Princess Zi Yang. The daughter of the most revered Elder Princess in the Great Qian Kingdom not being raised elegantly was certainly a cause for sorrow.

Turning back to the bedside, Qian Yixiu took out the necklace from Cheng Yue’s collar. With one hand blocking the light and the other rotating the crescent pendant, a silhouette of a phoenix poised to take flight faintly appeared.

At this point, Qian Yixiu was ninety percent certain that little Mom was the daughter of Prince Consort Pan and the Elder Princess Zi Yang.

With this guess, Qian Yixiu’s heart couldn’t stop racing. She herself was the precious great-granddaughter of the Empress Dowager, Pretty Man Pan’s granddaughter!

Thinking again about how Prince Consort Pan was also her adoptive father’s life-saving benefactor, she marveled at how mysterious the encounters in this world were, indescribable and inexplicable.

Qian Yixiu sat beside Cheng Yue thinking for an entire afternoon, and when the twins woke up crying, she didn’t bother much, only asking the Wet Nurse to take them for a walk under the trees outside.

She sat until the sun set in the west, finally figuring out everything and deciding how to handle the situation.

Prince Consort Pan and Duke Liang would at most stay at her home for a month. During this month, she must prevent little Mom from meeting with Prince Consort Pan. Until she figured out why little Mom ended up in such a situation, she was determined not to let them recognize each other.

Qian Yixiu wasn’t interested in any royal or noble identity. The heartlessness of The Royal Family was an eternal truth. As long as her adoptive father returned safely and firmly clung to Prince Ning’s coattails, their own simple life was very comfortable; they didn’t need to gild the lily by grasping at higher branches.

Having figured it out, she got ready to go downstairs and check on the twins, but little Mom also woke up.

"Where are Ming Wa and Jingjing?" Cheng Yue asked.

Seeing her looking normal and not sick, Qian Yixiu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "They are playing downstairs." Then she added, "Mother, if you want to take a walk, just stroll around the backyard. Don’t go to Hexi Garden anymore."

Cheng Yue nodded as if remembering something, then said, "Yixiu, you are a grown girl now. In the future, don’t have too much contact with men who are too handsome. Extremely handsome men are all pretty boys, not good."

Qian Yixiu saw her mother’s serious expression and couldn’t help but laugh, saying, "Mom, Dad is also very handsome."

Cheng Yue said, "Brother Jiang is just a little bit handsome, not extremely handsome. What mom is talking about are those extremely, extremely handsome men. Those kinds of men are no good, cold-hearted and unfeeling."

Qian Yixiu somewhat understood; she didn’t know how Pretty Boy Pan had hurt her aunt and her own grandmother’s hearts. Even though her aunt might be confused, subconsciously, she still held this belief.

Qian Yixiu nodded with a smile, saying, "Okay, got it, Yixiu understands now."

Sister-in-law Huang and Chen Yu came in, carrying basins to help Cheng Yue and her daughter wash their faces before they all went downstairs.

Qian Yixiu and Cheng Yue had dinner at the Wangjiang Building, while Qian Yijin, as the eldest grandson of the family, dined with the two distinguished guests in the Linxiang Courtyard.

After dinner, with the twilight sky awash with colors and a gentle breeze blowing, it was the perfect time for the mixed-sex twins to take a walk by the lake. But after waiting for quite a while, their mother and elder sister still hadn’t taken them out, which made Jingjing start to pout and cry, and Ming Wa also began to feel uncomfortable.

Qian Yixiu reluctantly got up and said, "Alright, your sister will take you out for a walk."

Qian Yixiu, accompanied by Zi Zhu, Monkey Brother, and Monkey Sister, with two wet nurses each pushing a stroller, headed towards Hexi Garden.

As they passed through the Moon Gate, they saw Qian Yijin walking with Old Duke Liang, Prince Consort Pan, White Wolf, and Dashan by the lake.

From a distance, seeing Pretty Boy Pan in his flowing robes, looking as handsome as a jade tree in the wind, it seemed rather comical to associate such an image with the term ’grandfather.’

Qian Yijin saw them and waved with a smile as Monkey Brother and Monkey Sister cheerfully ran towards the lake.

By the time they reached the lakeside, Qian Yijin proudly and formally introduced them to Old Duke Liang and Prince Consort Pan, "This is my brother Ming Wa, and this is my sister Jingjing. Just like me and sister Yixiu, they are mixed-sex twins too."

The two had already heard that Qian Manjiang’s wife had given birth to two pairs of mixed-sex twins, and they were both amazed. Duke Liang bent down to look at Ming Wa, while Prince Consort Pan leaned down to look at Jingjing.

Jingjing suddenly broke into a wide grin, giggling at him. Her crescent-moon-shaped eyes and the small dimples by her lips glowed brilliantly as she smiled. From her little mouth popped a tiny bubble which, caught in the twilight glow, sparkled momentarily before disappearing.

Prince Consort Pan was extremely surprised; he had seen such a radiant smile before! How many years ago was that? Oh, it was in the Zi Yang Pavilion, a very long time ago. Just like today, with the sky filled with twilight hues, he had been feeling downhearted when he suddenly saw a small face that resembled his own smiling sweetly at him, her giggle sounding like music to the ears. In an instant, his gloominess was blown away on the wind, and a warmth surged through him...

He lifted the little girl in his arms and whispered, "Yueyue, little Yueyue, Daddy’s little Yueyue, where have you been all these years..."

"Mr. Pan, Brother Pan, what’s wrong? Wake up, it’s time to wake up..." Old Duke Liang was calling to Prince Consort Pan from the side and even shook his hand in front of Prince Consort Pan’s eyes.

Only then did Prince Consort Pan come back to reality from his distant memories. Realizing he was holding the little girl who had just smiled sweetly at him, he was a bit perplexed. But he steadied himself, looked around, and saw his astonished younger siblings, as well as monkeys, wolves, dogs, and the lake full of lotus leaves and blossoms...

That’s right, this isn’t in the Zi Yang Pavilion; this is on the shores of the West Lake in Guiyuan. The little one in his arms wasn’t Yueyue; she was a little girl named Jingjing. Yet, they looked so alike...

Aware of his lapse, Prince Consort Pan, feeling embarrassed, gently placed Jingjing back into the stroller and continued to gaze at her attentively.

Suddenly, a strong and forceful stream of water shot out, passing between Qian Yixiu and Qian Yijin, and sprayed straight at Prince Consort Pan’s handsome face...

Ming Wa shivered before letting out a comfortable sigh. After finishing, he felt so relieved, not realizing the trouble he had caused.

Normally, Pretty Man Pan would have dodged quickly. But today, with his mind muddled, his reaction was particularly slow, and he ended up catching a full face of urine, with it streaming down his cheeks and neck.

Qian Yixiu and the rest didn’t react at first, but by the time they did, the little one had finished peeing and was still huffing and puffing with satisfaction.

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