Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 200 - 150 I’ll Just Marry Her_2

Chapter 200: Chapter 150 I’ll Just Marry Her_2

Cheng Yue looked at her and was finally somewhat satisfied, only to pull down the Silver Gong and say, "This bracelet is not pretty."

The silver bracelet was a gift from Qian Xiang, and although the aunt and the Li family were kind people, they valued things that were glittering and heavy, so their gifts never caught Cheng Yue’s eye.

The gold hairpin they gave before the New Year had not been worn by the little mother to this day. She would rather wear a wooden hairpin than put it on, complaining that the style was not pretty.

As dusk fell, Cheng Yue stood at the doorway, gazing out again. The little mother’s mood was not very good, so Qian Yixiu kept her company. The twilight of early summer was intoxicatingly beautiful, with a fiery glow spreading over half the sky, the clouds ablaze in spectacular splendor, pierced with streaks of gold.

In the glow of the sunset, over the barren fields, the two of them did not manage to bring the little father back home, but instead saw Qian Yeejin returning. The small figure caught sight of his mother and sister, excitedly shouted "Mother!" "Sister!" and ran through the flower path, rushing towards them.

Coming closer, the young boy stopped short as he saw that his mother’s eyes were red and swollen, and his sister’s face was full of helplessness. He quickly asked, "Mother, what’s wrong?"

Cheng Yue said sadly, "Mother is afraid..."

"Afraid of what? Did someone bully you again, Mother?" Qian Yeejin asked anxiously.

Cheng Yue shook her head and started to lament haltingly, "It’s not Mother, it’s Yixiu. Yixiu has no etiquette teaching Sister to instruct her in manners and how to deal with affairs... No fragrance grease to apply on her face, no pretty clothes, no personal maids to attend to her... She’s not refined at all, and even somewhat sloppy... Mother is so afraid, afraid that she won’t find a good husband... afraid that her husband won’t like her..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Yeejin relaxed, smiled and said, "Mother doesn’t need to worry. If Sister really can’t find a good husband, I’ll marry her as a last resort."

This remark startled Qian Yixiu, it was embarrassing enough to be deemed sloppy by Mother, and even her brother was making inappropriate jokes.

Cheng Yue wasn’t completely foolish and quickly shook her head, "Silly son, a brother can’t marry his sister."

Qian Yeejin was slightly discontented for a moment, then said, "Mother also doesn’t need to worry, Sister is so pretty and smart, she will find a good husband. Your son is also working hard to succeed, so in the future, I can support Sister. Once our family has money, I will buy her pretty clothes, good fragrance grease, and a personal maid to serve her, make her refined..." He didn’t dare to mention hiring an etiquette teaching Sister, as he vaguely knew that only aristocratic families and even imperial relatives were qualified to do so.

Hearing her son’s earnest assurance, Cheng Yue felt a little better.

For dinner, Qian Sangui’s couple didn’t come back, so the three and Qian Manxia had their meal and then sat in the courtyard, enjoying the cool evening air while waiting for news from the main house.

Qian Yixiu leaned in Cheng Yue’s embrace, letting her gaze at her with affection, letting her continuously and gently stroke her little face. The stimulated little mother had suddenly placed all her thoughts on her daughter, and although Qian Yixiu felt happy, it was still somewhat embarrassing. At over thirty years old, receiving such coddling love from a doting mother was awkward.

When it became thoroughly dark, and Qian Sangui and Lady Wu had not returned, Qian Yixiu persuaded Cheng Yue to rest.

Cheng Yue was reluctant to let go of her daughter’s hand, saying, "Mother loves Yixiu, can’t bear to be without Yixiu."

Qian Yixiu accompanied her to the small room to sleep.

While the little mother slept, Qian Yixiu lay awake, staring at the pitch-black ceiling. She had always suspected that her little mother’s origins were related to the Royal Family, and after hearing the hints in her mother’s words today, she felt even more certain of her previous suspicions.

These words of the little mother must not be heard by anyone else. In this rural area, it would be best for her to forget her past. The little mother was indeed raised to be delicate, even when wearing a dress as rough as a sack, she was clean like a lotus untouched by the world, beautiful, graceful, and untainted. But such a little mother could only be hidden away, deeply hidden. Only by living in her own world could she find happiness.

For herself, however, she could not be as her mother wished. Being too delicate would only restrict herself and be completely out of place in her environment. Being out of place would make life terribly difficult...

Suddenly, the sound of the courtyard door breaking the silence indicated the return of Qian Sangui and his wife. Qian Yixiu wanted to know how the issue with Qian Mandie was resolved, so she quietly got up, stepping over the sleeping little mother, and put on her clothes to go to the main room.

The somewhat pale-faced Qian Sangui was clearly tired. He was half-closing his eyes, leaning on the recliner, while Lady Wu and Qian Manxia talked about what had happened.