Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 405 - 227 Really is Fate_2

Chapter 405: Chapter 227 Really is Fate_2

On the first day of September, Qian Mandie gave birth to a son weighing five and a half pounds. The Yu family was very delighted, and Yu Delli went to inform the Qian’s first wife of the good news, then made a special trip to Guiyuan to invite Qian Sangui, requesting his family to attend the child’s third-day bathing feast.

In the afternoon, Qian Dagui and his wife supported Old man Qian and Old woman Qian as they arrived at Guiyuan. Qian Dagui and Lady Wang still wanted to ask Qian Sangui to give Qian Mandie face by visiting the Yu family. They knew that the person the Yu family most wanted to invite was Qian Sangui.

Qian Sangui couldn’t possibly go, but seeing Qian Dagui acting so humbly and Lady Wang’s tears about to spill out, he said helplessly, "My health really isn’t good. Ever since my last fit of anger damaged my health, I cannot bear long journeys. Slightly farther trips leave me with unbearable pain throughout my body. Let Qian Hua go on my behalf; the Yu family deals with many matters directly through Qian Hua."

That was the only option left. Qian Dagui and Lady Wang’s faces flushed with embarrassment, yet they still had to thank Qian Sangui for being considerate of Qian Mandie.

Qian’s third wife lived a seemingly peaceful life.

However, thousands of miles away, Qian Manjiang was like a rat running across the street, fleeing everywhere, encountering death countless times, and yet each time narrowly escaping it. He now had to be the target, distracting the Ye family while they chased to kill him. Perhaps there really was a connection; when Cheng Yue dreamt of him being hunted at that precise moment, he truly believed he was doomed. In the days that followed, the recollection of that close call still left him in cold sweats. At the same time, he was thankful to the heavens for giving him such a clever daughter and for his fate with her... It really was fate!

It was the second day of the Empress Dowager’s birthday celebration, around Cheng hour, and the sky was already bright. After running away for an entire night, he had finally shaken off the enemies hunting him, exhausted to his limits, and lay down to rest on a patch of grass in the Northern suburb of Capital City.

He had been chased from the military camp of the Imperial Army the previous night and had run all the way here.

The Third Prince and the Ye family were bitterly venomous against him, willing to risk exposing several other spies in the Imperial Army just to kill him. As soon as he fled the camp, he was greeted by a large troop specifically assembled to hunt him down. The camp was to the south, but his instincts drove him not to flee southward; instead, he rode his horse desperately northward, escaping for his life in panic.

Gazing at the rising sun, the splendid morning glow, the grass beneath him, and a few nameless wildflowers not far away, and then touching the small dagger and fan in his arms, he felt a pang of regret. He felt he had let his family down, especially Yueyue and Yixiu.

If he were to die, how would Yueyue survive? Would she stand by the small window day after day, watching the wildflowers on the barren land until her death?

And Yixiu, his only daughter, might she be lured into the Palace by the young master? Without a solid background, the life of a woman in the Palace was even more difficult and miserable.

Tears welled up in his eyes, the sunrise and the morning glow merging into a deep crimson. He turned his head to the side, blinked, and through the haze, he saw a leisurely cow and several peasants walking on the opposite bank of the river. Such a life must be comfortable too, right? A warm bed with a wife and children wasn’t bad either. Although not wealthy, being together as a happy family was wonderful. It was just that he would never be able to live such an idyllic life again in this lifetime.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt the ground beneath him tremble; danger was approaching. He quickly got up, intending to mount his horse, but his horse was struck down by an arrow. Another arrow whizzed past his ear, chopping off a lock of hair that hung beside it. Without a moment to think, he dived into the river, swimming towards the opposite bank.

He swam desperately, ran, hid, and fled—how long he ran and where he ended up even he did not know. He kept running until he had no strength left and night had fallen.

Hiding here and there, he found himself in a small woods and with his last bit of strength, he charged in and collapsed to the ground.

Hearing the shouts of his pursuers drawing near, he knew he was going to die; his parents would grieve again, and his Yueyue and Yixiu would suffer in this world...

Feeling unbearable agony, he suddenly heard voices not far off, distinct from the shouts of his pursuers. Clenching his teeth, he picked himself up and followed the sound to the other side of the woods, where several carriages were parked, one of which appeared to have broken down and was being repaired.

Under the moonlight, among the few people standing by the carriages, there was one man Qian Manjiang had seen before. Although it was dark and the lighting poor, that man was so distinctive that he recognized him at a glance even in the dim light. That man was Prince Consort Pan, whom one would never forget after laying eyes on him.

Qian Manjiang clutched his chest and stumbled over, saying, "Mr. Pan, I am Qian Yixiu’s father; she said you might be able to help me if I were in trouble."