Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 246 - 167 Liancourt_1

Chapter 246: Chapter 167 Liancourt_1

Qian Manxia was inserting a door bolt while admiring the set of rouge, face powder, and fragrant cakes that Wan Dazhong had given her; these items were far superior to those sold in town. The beautiful and intricate packaging was something Qian Manxia had never seen before. Thinking of that dark, handsome face filled her heart with sweetness. Suddenly, the sobbing sounds of those three emerged. Frightened, she hurriedly ran out of the cottage.

Lady Wu had also come out. They knocked on the door of the left wing room and asked, "What’s wrong with you all? Has something happened?"

Qian Yixiu replied while crying, "Nothing happened, my brother and I just haven’t seen Mom in so long, we’re crying because we’re happy."

Lady Wu and her daughter couldn’t help but cry and laugh, muttering as they returned to their own room.

After Cheng Yueniang and the others finished crying, they went out to wash up before returning to sleep. Today, Qian Yeejin also played hooky, not returning to his room in the east wing and sleeping in the same bed with them.

Before falling asleep, the young mother tenderly touched her son’s forehead and her daughter’s little face, muttering, "Mom likes Xiu’er, likes Jinwa, likes Brother Jiang, Mom can’t be apart from you all, and you mustn’t leave Mom again..."

Her voice grew softer, gradually fading into slumber.

During the night, Qian Yixiu suffered from insomnia once more.

From the few words her mother occasionally said in her sleep, she guessed that her mother must have been desperate for the attention and affection of that "he," wishing for "him" to look at her instead of the pearl in his hand.

This "he" shouldn’t be her grandmother since her mother once mentioned in her sleep-talk that her grandmother had already passed away. Moreover, she seemed to hold deep affections for her grandmother.

Therefore, this "he" was very likely her father.

Thinking this, Qian Yixiu felt a surge of contempt for the man who should be called her grandfather, a man she had never met. Was his heart made of iron? Did he have myopia of a thousand degrees? To not love or cherish such a warm and gentle daughter was simply outrageous.

The way her young mother expressed love was so direct and passionate, not just because she was foolhearted, but also because she once yearned so desperately for love. She spoke slowly, but those cheesy words came out so naturally and fluently. Surely, she must have repeated those words in her heart thousands of times.

Poor little mother!

Qian Yixiu’s mind filled in the blanks, imagining how that "he" must have neglected her, causing her mother to end up foolhearted and destitute...

In the early morning, Qian Yixiu was woken up by the chirping of birds. Her little brother had already gone outside to practice martial arts, and her mother was sitting by the bed, looking at her daughter with eyes brimming with love. Her expression was normal, as if she had already forgotten about that pearl hairpin.

Of course, Qian Yixiu wouldn’t bring up those unpleasant memories on her own. She got out of bed, embraced Cheng Yue and said, "Good morning, Mother."

Zi Zhu had already arrived outside the young master’s room. Hearing her get up, she came in to serve.

Seeking her mother’s affection, Qian Yixiu put on the newly made apricot-colored clothes and light lotus-colored long skirt. She slipped on the apricot-colored shoes embroidered with roses, and also pinned the small silver fish hairpin she received from Shopkeeper Zhao into her hair. She didn’t dare wear the hairpins sent by Old Lady Song; that would have been too showy.

After applying the fragrance grease, Qian Yixiu approached Cheng Yue and asked, "Mother, does Xiu’er smell nice?"

The little mother was extremely pleased, touching her daughter’s face and saying, "Yes, very fragrant and so pretty, as my daughter should be."

Zi Zhu then quietly said to Qian Yixiu, "Your auntie is very beautiful, just like a fairy from the heavens. She also speaks so nicely."

She was also informed that in this household, there was no need to address the masters formally, nor to refer to oneself as a servant.

Upon hearing this, Qian Yixiu felt happier than if she’d been complimented herself. She smiled and said, "Of course, there’s no one more beautiful than my mother."

After breakfast, Qian Yeejin took the gifts for Mr. Zhang and the sweets for his classmates to the private school.

Qian Yixiu distributed the embroidery threads, plain silk, and hair ornaments she had bought to Grandma Wu, her mother, her aunt, and Qian Xiaoyu, all of whom were very happy.

Qian Sangui also specially bought more than ten meters of cloth and a silver hairpin for Lady Wu, which made her overjoyed. Qian Sangui then organized gifts for the main house, the second house, and some relatives and friends, which Huang Tie took to the village in a cart.

Qian Yixiu didn’t go along. She packed the gifts she had for Qian Mandie, Qian Yiduo, and others into a bundle and had Qian Manxia help take them over.

After distributing the gifts with her daughter, Cheng Yue took her by the hand with the embroidery threads to the workroom in the east wing.

The embroidery frame by the window was covered by a thin silk. The young mother walked over and lifted the covering. Even though only half of it was completed, the beautiful design amazed Qian Yixiu. The young mother watched quietly for a while then sat down in front of the embroidery frame to start working.