Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 148 - 132: Worshiping Little Daddy (4K votes for the month)_1

Chapter 148: Chapter 132: Worshiping Little Daddy (4K votes for the month)_1

Lady Wu wiped away her tears and said, "My son, I didn’t want him to die either, but he’s already gone. Since he’s dead, we can’t just let him drift outside indefinitely."

Jinwa, with red-rimmed eyes, said, "I know it’s like that. But my mother is sick and she’s fixated on this. Let’s talk to her properly first. If she really can’t accept it, then on the day of my father’s funeral, I’ll take my sister to pay our respects, is that okay?"

"That won’t do. We can’t just indulge her whims on such an important matter. She’s my son’s widow; she must go on that day," Qian Sangui said categorically. Because of his anxiety and anger, he began to cough again.

The attempts by Qian Sangui and his wife to persuade her were unsuccessful.

Feeling disheartened, the siblings returned to their room and saw their stepmother still sitting on the bed in a daze.

Yixiu approached her and said, "I just heard Grandpa say that Great-grandma and Great-grandpa scolded Grandma and Grandpa severely because Mother is reluctant to have a grave with clothes and hats built for my father."

Jinwa added, "If things turn bad, they might even beat Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa’s health is already poor, what will we do if he gets seriously hurt?" Having said that, she pouted her lips, revealing a rare look of grievance.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yue stared at them blankly, a layer of moisture welling up in her almond eyes as she tugged at the corners of her mouth, yet still saying nothing.

At night, Cheng Yue tossed and turned, unable to sleep, occasionally letting out sobs. Ever since Yixiu had come to this world, no, since Cheng Yue had come to this family, it was her first time losing sleep over a tough decision.

The younger siblings repeatedly talked to her nicely, but none of it soothed her.

The next morning, the siblings arrived at the main house with puffy eyes, while Cheng Yue arrived with swollen, peachy eyes.

Qian Sangui and the others looked at them in surprise.

Qian Sangui sighed and said, "I know my daughter-in-law still has hopes and wishes, but... ah, if Manjiang were alive, that would be the best, that’s everyone’s wish. But everyone says he is dead, killed in the north. We have to build him a grave with clothes and hats so that his soul can return home and rest in peace. Let him be worshipped by his wife, children, and family so that he knows we, the living, are still thinking of him..."

As her tears began to flow, Cheng Yue asked with a choked voice, "Father-in-law, if Yueyue doesn’t take Jinwa and Yixiu to pay our respects, will Grandpa and Grandma curse at you and Mother, and beat you, is that right?"

Qian Sangui paused, glanced at the siblings, then subconsciously nodded.

Cheng Yue continued, "Then Yueyue will take Jinwa and Yixiu to pay respects to the grave with clothes and hats. But we are not paying respects to Brother Jiang, because Brother Jiang isn’t inside that grave; Brother Jiang is still very much alive somewhere far away. If Yueyue goes, it’s because I don’t want father-in-law and mother to get scolded or beaten. You both are good people, kind to Yueyue, and have treated Yueyue well..."

Having finished speaking, she burst into sobs again. Her words moved everyone in the family to tears.

The family sighed in relief, for Cheng Yue had finally relented.

Even though Cheng Yue had given in, her mood did not improve. She became silent, not speaking nor embroidering, sometimes standing at the door gazing at the large desolate field in front of the courtyard, and at other times sitting on the bed, staring out at the sky through the small window.

Seeing their stepmother like this, Yixiu felt very sad too.

The stepmother had forgotten about the past, and all she could remember was probably what happened after she joined Qian’s third wife. In her heart, Qian Manjiang was her dearest person, her children were her most loved ones, Qian Sangui’s couple and Qian Xiaqian were the people she cared about the most; she could not bear to see any of them get hurt.

Now, however, she had to go against the conviction she had held for many years to prevent Qian Sangui’s couple from being scolded and beaten, to admit that the Brother Jiang she had always believed to be alive and would return one day was dead. She must have been deeply pained and distressed.

But there was no other choice, as the matter was serious. It was not only about the whole family, but also about the stepmother’s ability to establish a better standing in this family in the future, so she had to compromise.

On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, Cheng Yue, Qian Yeejin, and Yixiu, draped in hemp and dressed in mourning clothing, followed the Qian family to the large ancestral graves. There was a section that was the Qian family’s ancestral burial ground. On one side of that area, a new grave had been erected, with a tombstone in place.

The mother and her two children paid respects to the new grave, burned paper money, and the siblings wailed loudly, expressing their longing for their father. At first, Cheng Yue didn’t cry, but seeing her children crying so bitterly, she began to join in. The crowd behind them was also sobbing loudly, especially Lady Wu, who cried almost to the point of fainting, constantly needing support from others.