Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 335 - 200 Familiar Feeling_3

Chapter 335: Chapter 200 Familiar Feeling_3

Qian Hua and Su Dawu had also come; they rented many ox carts and donkey carts to load stuff.

Qian Yixiu bid farewell to Sir Liang and Madam Liang as she helped them onto the cart before expressing her thanks.

Madam Liang said, "Come visit our mansion often in the future, and if there’s anything amiss, seek out the steward of Liang Mansion. In Capital City, Liang Mansion still has some influence..."

Sir Liang added, "When you come to Liang Mansion, remember to bring that monkey and dog with you."

Uncle Liang left Liang Gao and a steward from Liang Mansion, Liang Fu, to help Qian Yixiu, then he and Young Master Song boarded a horse-drawn carriage. He also told Qian Yixiu, "Let Liang Fu watch over the Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop for these few days; if there’s anything, have him return to the mansion to find me. As a young girl from out of town, you should not wander around recklessly. Once I’m less busy, I will make time to visit the Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop to see you..."

As the carriages started to move, Uncle Liang still stuck his head out from the carriage window to admonish Qian Yixiu. Song Huaijin laughed and said, "Cousin Zhao doesn’t even seem this wary about his own sister, Jade."

Uncle Liang said, "She’s a country girl who followed us to Capital City; if something were to happen, how could we explain it to her family? Naturally, we must give a few extra admonitions."

Song Huaijin asked, "Is that all?"

Liang Jinzhao was stunned for a moment before he grasped his meaning and said discontentedly, "She’s just a child, shame on you for such thoughts."

Qian Yixiu was unaware that someone was overthinking things, as she was busy saying farewell to Bei Kong and Little Monk who had boarded the carriage. The Little Monk, reluctant to part ways, said, "Master Qian, once you’ve settled in, come to Baoguo Temple to see this poor monk; I will also visit the Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop when I have time."

Qian Yixiu and Qian Hua watched as the porters loaded all the boxes onto the ox carts and donkey carts; the one containing the embroidery screen was kept separate, guarded by Su Dawu, Liang Fu, and others as they returned to the Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop.

Qian Yixiu, the two maids, Lady Wei, Monkey Brother, and Benben boarded a horse carriage. This was a public carriage purchased by the Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop, with Qian Hua personally driving and Liang Gao seated beside him.

Along the way, Qian Hua gave a brief report on the preliminary work at Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop. Qian Yixiu was very pleased and praised him for it.

After more than half an hour on the road, they could see in the distance the towering walls of Capital City. Qian Yixiu was too excited, wondering if this Capital City was the Beijing of her past life. Ignoring Lady Wei’s admonitions, she opened the window curtain to look outside, sticking her head halfway out.

In front was the distant city wall, and to the left, faintly visible, was a large expanse of buildings, from where a faint echo of roaring voices could be heard.

Qian Hua pointed to the buildings and said, "That’s the Left Guard Army barracks of the Imperial Army, tasked with protecting Capital City."

Qian Yixiu clicked her tongue and said, "I’ve heard Young Master Liang’s father is the deputy commander of the Imperial Army, so he must be their leader, right?"

Liang Gao proudly replied, "Yes, the Left Guard Army is indeed under our lord’s command."

As they were talking, several tall horses galloped past them from behind. After they had all passed, one horse suddenly stopped, and the young man dressed in military attire on top turned around and said to Qian Yixiu with a cheeky grin, "Little girl, when you grow up, you’ll certainly be a rare beauty."

The riders of the other few horses also stopped, teasing him by saying, "Brother Li, it’s been a long time since you’ve been with a woman, seeing how you’re glowing green over a little girl now?"

Which prompted a burst of loud laughter from the soldiers.

The horse at the very front came circling back, chastising the man, "Are you tired of living and looking for death?"

The voice was as cool and refreshing as a mountain stream, devoid of the others’ vulgarity.

Qian Yixiu had already retreated inside the carriage and let down the curtain. But that voice, so long unheard of, was too familiar—it seemed to have appeared in her dreams just the night before.

She violently flung open the curtain; the riders were reining in their horses to turn back. One of them was so very familiar. Even if the moment was fleeting and he had turned away in half a second, that passing glimpse of his face was too similar to ’little daddy’.

Eleven years ago, in order to etch little daddy’s face, voice, and smile deep into her memory, she had floated before him more than once, scrutinizing him closely. It could be said that little daddy’s visage was engrained in her marrow; even unto death, she would not forget.

That person was too much like little daddy, even if he appeared stronger and more mature now, he still bore an eighty percent resemblance.

Could there really be someone in the world who looked so similar, even their voice? Qian Yixiu couldn’t help but feel tears welling up.

In that moment of turning around, Glimpse also caught sight of the young girl. A few paces into his gallop, he suddenly realized why the girl seemed so familiar.

He sharply tugged on the reins, and the horse he straddled reared up on its forelegs with a startled cry. As he turned back, he saw the girl in the carriage staring blankly at him; those watery almond-shaped eyes were so much like hers.

Those who had ridden ahead were laughing, "I say, General Qian, you scolded Brother Li, yet you look even more dazed than he does?"

Lady Wei, frightened, hurriedly let down the window curtain, scolding Qian Yixiu disapprovingly, "My girl, you’re grown up; you can’t expose yourself so casually. If you attract the soldiers’ attention, trouble will ensue."

Qian Yixiu listened as the hoofbeats of the horses faded, feeling like a kite with its string cut, drifting aimlessly...

Similar in appearance, similar in voice, both surnamed Qian...

PS: Qing Quan only later discovered that the thoughts shared in the acknowledgments might not be visible to those reading on phones. So I will mention it here: don’t worry, Qing Quan will control the word count and won’t overcharge. The ending is beautiful, the journey is twisted, and many things are helpless~~