After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 128 Funeral

Chapter 128: Chapter 128 Funeral

Lady Zhao saw right through Fang Qin, heartless to the core, eating her meal without any sense of guilt even before her husband’s seventh-day mourning period had ended.

This woman was truly ruthless and unprincipled to the extreme.

It was only her own poor state of health that prevented her from having the energy to argue with such a gluttonous and fat woman, so she simply closed her eyes, too lazy to deal with the person before her.

Seeing Lady Zhao resting with closed eyes, ignoring her, Fang Qin’s anger flared up in an instant. She suddenly threw off the quilt, her voice tinged with anger, "You immortal crone, I’m talking to you, did you hear me or not!"

"If you don’t want to move, then give me money, I’ll buy whatever I want to eat myself."

Fang Qin’s mind was as clear as a mirror. She knew very well that Old Lady Zhou had some savings stashed away; otherwise, where would Jiang Youfu have gotten the silver to squander recklessly day in and day out, indulging in pleasure and amusement? Beyond the ill-gotten gains he had scraped together, who else but this seemingly simple yet scheming old woman was filling the endless pit of his expenditures?

Now that Jiang Youfu had left this world, naturally, the savings he had accumulated would be left to his own flesh and blood son, and once the son’s money was in Fang Qin’s hands, who would dare to meddle with how she wished to spend it?

"I have no spare cash in hand,"

said Lady Zhao casually, but her expression clearly stated: even if I did, you wouldn’t get a single piece from me.

Fang Qin saw through her demeanor and knew that plucking feathers from this skinflint would be no easy task, letting out a few cold laughs, her words tinged with chill, "Oh, is that so? You’d better think thrice before you act. It’s not a big deal if I starve, but if your precious grandson goes hungry... he’s the only one left to carry on the Jiang family’s lineage."

After speaking, she even pinched Dazhuang’s tender little leg hard, making Dazhuang "waah" out loud as he burst into tears, a piercing sound that evoked pity.

The moment Lady Zhao heard her beloved grandson’s cry, her heart felt as if it were being slashed by a thousand knives, the pain unbearable.

Now that Youfu was gone, all her hopes and expectations rested on this eldest grandson.

What agony would it be to see Dazhuang become emaciated and jaundiced with hunger due to the daughter-in-law’s insufficiency of milk?

Thinking this way, despite her great reluctance, Lady Zhao could only reluctantly pull out a heavy piece of broken silver from her bosom and hand it over to Fang Qin, her voice filled with helplessness, "Go buy some chicken and duck to make a nourishing soup for yourself, make sure my precious grandson doesn’t go hungry."

Fang Qin took the weighty silver, a smirk of triumph curling her lips.

She knew all too well that Lady Zhao would never ignore Dazhuang’s well-being.

As long as she remained Dazhuang’s mother, her position in this family was secure.

Now, without Jiang Youfu as a ticking time bomb, her days seemed as jubilant as a horse running swiftly in the spring breeze, utterly carefree.

Just as she was happily preparing to leave, she was called back by Lady Zhao.

"Wait a moment."

Fang Qin turned around, looking at her with confusion, unsure what else the old lady might command.

Lady Zhao continued, "After the soup is done,remember to bring a bowl to my room as well."

Fang Qin gave her a disdainful look, and though she was reluctant, she still agreed, "Understood."

After all, she would still depend on Lady Zhao’s silver in the days to come; such a small request she would certainly not neglect.

Lady Zhao had no desire to eat, but the tantalizing aroma from Su Yu’s cooking stubbornly aroused her cravings, causing her previously calm stomach to protest with growling discontent.

And at this moment, Jiang Xunzhong was nowhere to be found, leaving her not even a person to run errands and bring her food.

"Where has he run off to waste time..."

Lady Zhao muttered to herself, her tone mingling feelings of blame and helplessness.

Lady Zhao cursed under her breath, helplessly laid back on the bed, attempting to regain some vitality through rest, but the scheming plans of how to deal with Da Ya continued to grow like vines, twisting and extending, densely filling her heart.

At the same time, Jiang Xunzhong felt as if his heart was shrouded by thick dark clouds; the sudden death of Jiang Youfu weighed on him like autumn leaves caught in the wind, accumulating layer upon layer, becoming increasingly heavier.

The words of Fourth Lady echoed that day like an invisible curse in his mind, each reverberation striking his fragile nerves.

"If a person is weak, then the household cannot gather the auspicious energy, and their fortunes will suffer setbacks; how can one speak of smooth sailing?"

This simple sentence, like ice piercing through to the bone, made him shiver all over.

Each recollection of this series of sudden misfortunes sent a shiver up Jiang Xunzhong’s spine like a snake, cold sweat pouring down.

Could it be that the Jiang Family was truly facing an unpredictable calamity? The thought had barely surfaced before he suppressed it, daring not to dwell on it any longer, feeling an urgent need to take immediate action.

He remembered that Fourth Lady once hinted that the solution was related to him, yet she had not elaborated.

Thus, he resolved that this time he must get a clear answer from Fourth Lady, no matter what.

Jiang Xunzhong hurried down streets and alleys, his pace swift, heading straight for Fourth Lady’s home.

His hand gently knocked on the weathered wooden door, once and again, yet no one answered.

Just as he wondered if Fourth Lady might have gone out and was about to turn away, the door suddenly creaked open slowly, revealing Fourth Lady’s frail figure; she stood there, trembling slightly, looking exceedingly vulnerable.

Upon catching sight of Fourth Lady’s state, Jiang Xunzhong’s heart clenched.

Having not seen her for just a few days, Fourth Lady’s face appeared to have more wrinkles etched by time, her back more stooped, her whole being exuding an indescribable air of decay.

"Is there something you need?"

Fourth Lady’s voice was dry and weak, like a withered leaf quivering in the wind.

Jiang Xunzhong stood there momentarily, a mixture of emotions churning inside him.

How could Fourth Lady have aged so rapidly in just a few days? Could it be that she had solved some extremely difficult problem for someone else, at great cost?

But there seemed to be no particularly significant events in the surrounding villages; the biggest change had been merely the funeral at his home, the Jiang Family.

"What are you standing there for? If you have something to say, say it."

A barely detectable impatience laced Fourth Lady’s tone.

Jiang Xunzhong abruptly awoke from his contemplation, realizing he should not be too surprised.

Ever since Fourth Lady became the village’s spiritual woman, her body’s weakening had been almost a publicly acknowledged fact.

He took a deep breath and began, "Fourth Lady, you must have heard about the misfortune in my family. My three sons of the Jiang Family, if not injured, then estranged. I sincerely ask for your guidance, to tell me how to reverse this unending streak of bad luck."

Upon hearing this, a surge of uncontrollable anger welled up within Fourth Lady.

Her current condition was the result of previously tampering with fate without authorization, suffering the backlash as a consequence.