Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 364 - 212 Farewell_2

Chapter 364: Chapter 212 Farewell_2

Uncle Liang advised, "Grandma is also right—Zhaozhao’s illness has just recovered, and his body is still not robust enough. It wouldn’t be suitable for him to engage with women right away. He needs more time to recuperate... As for the sister-in-law, perhaps she truly did not mean any harm. Harmony within the family brings prosperity to everything..."

The couple went on and on inside the room, and the maidservant dared not enter, let alone risk displeasure for the sake of a village girl. Thus, not a single person went in to report.

Qian Yixiu waited outside the door for over half an hour. The sun was nearly at its zenith, and she saw no one come out to invite her in.

The gatekeeper, always eyeing for advantage, but having received benefits from Qian Yixiu, did not want to let her wait foolishly any longer. He said politely, "Miss Qian, please go back. Perhaps Grandma Liang is busy and has no time to see you today. You can come again another day."

Qian Yixiu looked at the sun overhead, knowing well that while the others lived among the clouds, she dwelt in the mud. Still, she felt both disappointed and distressed.

She looked again at the tall gate and high walls. That family belonged to the gentry, while hers was humble. Friends? Maybe that was just wishful thinking on her part. So, she said, "Let’s go back," and then turned to walk towards the carriage.

Suddenly, Monkey Brother and Benben ran towards the Jiaomen like mad, and the gatekeeper couldn’t stop them.

Laughter rang from within the high walls, followed by Uncle Liang’s voice, surprised and delighted, "You’re here? Where’s the little girl?"

His long legs carried him swiftly, and with Monkey Brother in his arms, he soon reached the Jiaomen. There he saw Qian Yixiu, eyes red and glaring fiercely at him. She ignored him completely and quickly climbed into the carriage.

He was baffled. After putting down Monkey Brother, he climbed into the carriage too and asked, "Young girl, why don’t you even come in when you are at your own home’s door?"

Qian Yixiu was not at all afraid of Uncle Liang. She unleashed the frustration she had pent up for half an hour upon him, sneering, "That’s a fine way to turn things around. It was clearly you who wouldn’t let me in, and now you say I didn’t enter when I reached the door. You belong to the gentry, we are ordinary folk. I’ve come to ingratiate myself but failed to even be noticed. I’ve waited like a fool at the door for over half an hour with no one to attend to me, leaving me no choice but to save face and head home."

Liang Jinzhao, quick on the uptake, realized what had happened. He asked, "You wanted to see my mother, right?" Seeing Qian Yixiu’s tacit consent, he laughed, "There you have it. My mother wasn’t angry with you. It’s not that she didn’t want to see you because you’re ordinary folk; she’s angry with me. Perhaps, the servants didn’t dare report to her because she was upset—who knows?"

Qian Yixiu, though still upset, allowed her curiosity to prevail. She inquired eagerly, "Why is your mother angry with you?"

Liang Jinzhao’s face instantly turned red, and he stumbled over his words, "It’s nothing much—just that my mother gave me a... um, a maid who doesn’t know her place, that sort of girl. I got angry and told her to leave, but she wouldn’t go. Then, in my anger, I... I kicked her, not realizing she was so fragile; a single kick broke her rib. It caused quite a commotion, someone brought it to my Grandma’s attention, and she scolded my mother..." He added sheepishly, "This is the first time I’ve ever hit a woman, I really lost my temper..."

Although Liang Jinzhao always called Qian Yixiu "young girl," for some reason, he felt compelled to vent to her whenever something troubled him.

Qian Yixiu, having read countless web novels about transmigration and intrigue in her past life, immediately understood what that maid was about. Ancient women, when ill or for no particular reason, loved to push other women into their sons’ rooms—apparently, Grandma Liang also enjoyed such irrational whims. With keen interest, she asked, "That maid, was she given to you by your mother as a concubine? Did you not..." Then, with bright, mischievous eyes, she looked at him.

In Auntie Xiu Xiu’s eyes, Uncle Liang was still considered a naive high school student, so she asked bluntly.

Uncle Liang hurriedly denied, "No, of course not!"

Then, thinking it over, his face turned as red as a boiled shrimp; his eyes widened with disbelief as he looked at Qian Yixiu, exclaiming, "Wha-what ’concubine’ are you talking about? How can a little girl like you dare to say such things? At your age, who taught you those words?"

Well, who would have thought? Uncle Liang was still a shy and pure-hearted boy. The disciples taught by the Old Monk were all good children.

Seeing how flustered he was, Qian Yixiu laughed and said, "There’s an old lady in our village who used to be a maid in a wealthy family. She loves to talk about the scandals of her old masters, and that’s where I heard it from."