Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 153 - 133 Suspected Background_3

Chapter 153: Chapter 133 Suspected Background_3

Although it was already dark outside, the big red lanterns illuminated the courtyard and the area beyond the gate with a bright luminescence.

Qian Sangui, listening to the lively noises outside and watching the red glow of the lanterns cast upon the window paper, couldn’t help but feel a whirlwind of emotions. In the past New Year’s Eves, the more boisterous the village was, the more his own home seemed silent and gloomy, with the long night stretching out. The people in his family felt even sadder and found it harder to get through. But this year, now that his family had money and was prosperous... if only his son were still alive, how wonderful it would be!

Lady Wu perhaps thought the same as she wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her garment.

Qian Yixiu still wanted to join Qian Yeejin and the others in their frolic, but knowing that her mother went to bed early and would not be able to sleep without her company, she played for a while then returned to her own small room.

Cheng Yue was indeed leaning against the bed, waiting for her. Seeing Yixiu return, she finally lay down to sleep, feeling reassured.

The noise from outside kept Qian Yixiu awake for a long time. She thought back to the New Year’s Eve of her previous life when she wouldn’t go to bed this early, either playing mahjong or watching the Spring Festival Gala...

Suddenly, she heard her mother’s soft crying.

Qian Yixiu turned to comfort her but saw her mother crying with her eyes closed. It turned out she was crying in her dream, surely missing her father again?

She heard her mother murmur softly, "Mother, it’s New Year’s again... Are you well in heaven... Yueyue misses you, brother misses you too... Mother, mother, I miss you so much... miss you..."

This was the first time Cheng Yue had called for her mother. Although some words weren’t clear, Qian Yixiu understood several key points.

Yixiu had long since dared not to inquire about her mother’s past, but now that she was rare speaking of it, even if in her sleep, Yixiu was very interested. She eagerly leaned in closer to her mother’s lips, hoping she would say more. However, apart from calling out "Mother" a few more times, her mother said nothing more.

Qian Yixiu looked up at her mother whose face was now streaked with tears. The lanterns outside shone through the paper window, casting a hazy glow in the room and making her mother’s pale face appear reddish, even the teardrops glistening with a red sheen. Yixiu took a handkerchief and gently wiped away her mother’s tears.

From these few sentences, it was certain that her mother’s mother had died, and she also had a brother. Perhaps being motherless was the reason she was so wronged by others.

Poor little mother, orphaned at a young age and suffering so much harm, she then lost her husband when she was still so young. It’s no wonder her mind was not clear, her love for her relatives so tenacious; it was probably because she longed for love so much.

And it turned out that her mother’s real name was indeed Yueyue.

No wonder, when her father called out Yueyue’s name, her smile was so sweet, as if she’d seen a long-lost relative and let go of all the reservations in her heart. It turned out her father had inadvertently called out her intimate name.

Qian Yixiu remembered that her father had derived the name from the crescent-shaped pendant on her mother’s necklace. She sat up and pulled the necklace out from under her mother’s robe. She rubbed the pendant with her fingers; it was smooth like jade, clearly made of very fine wood. She had played with it before and knew it must be made of good wood. But now, she had a strong feeling that this wasn’t just a piece of good wood, it must in fact be the finest quality of wood.

She stared at the pendant intently, the mistiness in her eyes making the orange pendant shine with a red glow, and the "Yue" character engraved in seal script seemed to be gilded, gleaming with golden light. Turning it over, the buds on the other side that showed no oddity in daylight now bore the image of a golden phoenix, shimmering and appearing and disappearing with the light.

A cold sweat broke out on Yixiu as she realized that in ancient times, ordinary households and even aristocratic families did not have the right to wear a phoenix necklace. Thus, there was a possibility regarding her mother’s identity—she might be from the royal family.

Cheng Yue shifted in her sleep, probably feeling uncomfortable with the necklace string against her neck. Yixiu gently tucked the necklace back into her robe and lay down as well.

Yixiu couldn’t sleep, shocked by the significant discovery. With her eyes closed, she listened to the noise outside, to Yijin and Monkey Brother coming in to sleep, until their snores began.

Yixiu continued to analyze: her mother surely wasn’t a lady consort or anything like that; she was too young when she arrived, probably not yet married. She also couldn’t be a princess, a princess leaving the palace would create a big stir, and besides, when royals fought each other, weren’t they fond of using poison or drowning and the like? Therefore, the most likely possibility was that her mother was a descendant of a prince or princess...

No matter whose descendant she was, did it not mean that Yixiu herself carried royal blood?

This realization gave Yixiu a momentary thrill. Who would have thought, who would have thought that in her previous life, she was the daughter of a peasant, called a "Country bumpkin" by city folk, and in this life, she was also a descendant of peasants, derided as a "Peasant," yet it turns out she carried the most noble blood of the royal family within her.