Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 346 - 205: Longing for Your Return Every Year_1

Chapter 346: Chapter 205: Longing for Your Return Every Year_1

The entire embroidery was radiant and resplendent, a sight of pure beauty.

On the embroidery, to the far left was half a farmhouse, beside its door leaned the silhouette of a slender and graceful beauty. Even though she wore simple clothing and her face was unseen, one could guess how young and beautiful she must have been, how anxiously she awaited, longing for the return of someone from afar.

Outside the courtyard lay a carpet of flowers and grasses, with a narrow, winding path that extended from the front of the gate to a few houses in the village on the far right, where only a few walls and the corners of the houses were embroidered.

Above it all, a rising sun adorned the sky.

Dominating the majority of the scene were countless blossoms, thousands upon thousands, layered and lush, in shades of striking violet and delicate red, among which fluttered butterflies seemingly unable to leave the flower fields. Upon closer inspection, these flowers each bore a different pose and a unique brilliance. Some were in full bloom, some were budding, and others were densely packed.

Bathed in the sunlight, it seemed as though each color of flower bore a faint golden shimmer, exuding vibrant vitality.

Behind the beauty hung two strands of tree leaves. Upon careful examination, the leaves revealed a hidden secret. With the clever use of embroidery thread shades and contrasts created by the light, a few characters appeared within the leaves.

The several characters were, "Flowers bloom again on the path; year after year, I hope for your return."

Upon seeing this beautiful silhouette, people wished to turn it over to see her front. But when they did, it was still the beauty’s silhouette, the same outline exactly.

It was actually double-sided embroidery!

However, this side was not entirely the same as the other. The other side had a high-hanging sun, while this side was adorned by a bright moon. The flowers under the moonlight lost some of their brightness, but gained an added air of clarity. Dewdrops clung to the flowers, large and small, shimmering brilliantly under the moon’s glow.

The onlookers understood that one side depicted morning, and the other evening. The same scenery painted different pictures.

Prince Consort Pan and everyone who saw the embroidery screen were shocked. A full quarter of an hour later, they finally exhaled in admiration, lavishing praise.

My goodness, how beautiful!

So unexpected!

How could it be even more exquisite than a painting!

How could it be even more lifelike than a painting!

The scene beautiful, the woman beautiful, the flowers beautiful, the grass beautiful, the old courtyard beautiful, the rising sun beautiful, the bright moon beautiful, everything absolutely beautiful...

After the excitement, Prince Consort Pan pointed at the beauty and asked Yixiu, "Is she your mother?"

Yixiu, of course, wouldn’t admit she was her mother and deftly avoided the question with a shake of her head, "She represents all wives waiting for their husbands to return."

Prince Consort Pan nodded, "Well said. All wives waiting for the return of their husbands are like that." He then recited the two lines of poetry, "Flowers bloom again on the path, year after year, I hope for your return! Hmm, a good poem, although straightforward, it vividly expresses the wife’s longing for her husband."

Qian Yixiu, thinking of Qian Manjiang who had become an official, felt a sourness in her nose and murmured, "When my father left, he told my mother that once the flowers outside our courtyard had withered and bloomed, and bloomed and withered again several times over, he would then return home. So, after my father left, my mother would often gaze at the flowers outside the gate. When the last flower withered, my mother would feel happy, hopeful that those flowers would swiftly bloom again. When the first flower blossomed, my mother would again be joyful, eagerly awaiting the flowers to wither quickly. Yet, after many years of such longing, and so many cycles of blooming and withering, we never saw the return of my father. In fact, we had long erected a memorial tablet for him, and the grass on his grave has already grown over our knees. Except for my mother who staunchly believes my father is still alive, the rest of our family had given up hope..."

As she spoke these last words, her voice choked up, and she couldn’t help but sniffle, tightly pursing her lips to prevent herself from crying out loud.

Seeing her struggle to contain her emotions, Liang Jinzhao felt incredibly distressed and truly wished he could step forward and say loudly to her, "Little girl, if you want to cry, just cry, there’s no need to hold it in."

But he looked around at the sea of people that surrounded them, dark as a murder of crows, and chose to be sensible. He suppressed the urge and didn’t act foolishly.

At the top of the stairs stood another person who also chose to be sensible, but it seemed incredibly difficult for him to bear. His hands were clenched so tightly into fists that they were shaking. He seemed to have nearly crushed his own steel teeth in effort to suppress his cries and keep his words unspoken.

As it turned out, this pretty and well-behaved little girl was indeed his own biological daughter. His wife had been so hopelessly longing for his return...

Unable to hold back any longer, he pressed his clenched fist to his mouth, striving to keep his sobs silent. The moment tears fell, he quickly lowered his head and ran down the stairs, sprinting towards the place where the horses were parked. He needed to ask for Shangfeng’s permission; he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to acknowledge his daughter and he needed to return to see his wife and parents...

The pedestrians on the road all steered clear of his reckless charge, wondering what was wrong with the madman who was both crying and running.

There was another exceptionally excited person, Master Lu, whose excitement could be openly expressed. Whenever someone asked about the equally exquisite screen stand, he would excitedly explain in his imperfect official speech.

The remainder of the explanation was then given by Zi Zhu and Bai Zhu.

Qian Yixiu sat down to one side. The words she had spoken before weren’t just lip service; they stemmed from genuine emotions. Previously, due to preparations for the grand opening of Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop, she had been suppressing the thought that Qian Manjiang was still alive and had become an official, trying hard to control herself from thinking about him.

Having spoken so much just before, she had made herself sad yet oddly couldn’t reveal that her ’little uncle’ was still alive. She felt sad and also sorrow for her mother-in-law, for Grandfather Sangui, and Grandma Wu.

Among those who came to view the embroidery screen, besides Prince Consort Pan, the others were only allowed to stay on the second floor for half an hour and in front of the screen for a quarter of an hour. There was nothing that could be done; there were just too many people wanting to see the screen.

This was when the benefits of having "security" became apparent. These security personnel were from the Weiguo Duke Mansion, and in Capital City, Weiguo Duke Mansion was a force to be reckoned with. Thus, being politely "invited" downstairs by them, people would be angry but dare not speak out.

Those who came to support saw themselves being "invited" downstairs, and neither Liang Jinzhao nor Song Huaijin lifted a finger to help, much to their displeasure. They loudly complained, "How ungrateful! You call us here to support you, and now you won’t even speak up for us?"

Liang and Song could only apologize with a fist and palm salute, "Sorry, there are just too many people. Next time, brothers will host a meal to make amends."

As temporary "security" captains, they were busy maintaining order while keeping an eye on the screen.

Then there was Prince Consort Pan who "hogged" the embroidery screen and scrutinized every detail. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He felt that to truly experience such beautiful scenery, he must visit and explore these places in person; otherwise, he would never rest in peace even in death.

Only by noon did Prince Consort Pan, along with Liang Jinzhao, Song Huaijin, and Qian Yixiu, head to the Sanyuan restaurant for a meal, after the repeated urging of the servants.

Initially, Liang Jinzhao had wanted to have the meal brought up to them, but Qian Yixiu firmly disagreed. "Are you joking?" she thought. "The air here is filled with the fragrance of rouge, face powder, and perfumes. There’s no way we’re mixing other smells with it."