Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 453 - 246: Something’s Wrong with the Brain_1

Chapter 453: Chapter 246: Something’s Wrong with the Brain_1

Prince Consort Pan, although he hadn’t seen the beautiful woman clearly, felt that the crisp voice was extremely familiar, like the voice that had long since left yet lingered in his dreams. Even though the tone was different, this voice was brimming with joy, while the original was like the cold moonlight on a winter’s night. But it was strikingly similar.

"Daddy, Yueyue misses mommy, misses her so much..."

"Daddy, Yueyue wants to be the pearl in your hand..."

"Daddy, Yueyue is not fun to play with, brother has to go to school, and you are not at home all the time..."

"Daddy, Yueyue wants to go with you to Daci Temple to offer incense and be a vegetarian for mommy..."

The childishness in that voice gradually dissipated, yet it grew colder and colder.

He sighed deeply and suddenly lost the desire to go outside for a walk. Turning to Old Duke Liang, he said, "Sir Liang, please make yourself at home. I’m feeling a bit off today and would like to rest in my room."

Upon hearing this, Old Duke Liang went out with White Wolf and Dashan, who had been waiting in the outer courtyard, alongside Liang Shi. Monkey Brother and Monkey Sister did not go out with them and had already clung to Little Monk to head to the Wangjiang Building.

Prince Consort Pan looked up at the carved window lattice, partially obscured by the lush branches. Suddenly, laughter and conversation between Hongji and the young woman floated in through the small window.

Yes, that was the voice, crisp and tender...

Prince Consort Pan thought carefully, connecting many questions that had arisen over the past few days into a chain, and the answer seemed on the verge of revelation. Having stayed here for a month, he always felt some doubts and confusion. Old Duke Liang mentioned returning to the Capital City a few days ago, but he was unwilling to go back until he could unravel the puzzles in his heart.

The children, except for the eldest son Qian Yeejin, all bore a resemblance to Yueyue, to himself, especially the two girls. He had met the children’s father, and they did not resemble him much.

This young woman’s daughter was also called Yueyue, something he had heard from Qian Manjiang before.

Then there was the embroidery "Hope," not to mention the brilliant technique, but the free and beautiful brushwork and the ingenious composition were identical to Yueyue’s works back at home.

Upon seeing the embroidery and Jingjing, he felt an involuntary sense of closeness and familiarity.

Now, again, he heard a voice that greatly resembled Yueyue’s.

How could there be so many coincidences?

His Yueyue, his Yueyue...

Thinking of this, Pan Zi’an’s heart raced, and he quickly returned to Linxiang Courtyard.

"Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi," he called out loudly as soon as he entered the courtyard.

Wu Zhi hurriedly ran out from the rear wing room, following his master into the east wing. Wu Zhi was somewhat puzzled; aside from the period when Princess Zhenyue met with trouble, his master had never been so distraught.

Prince Consort Pan murmured a few instructions into his ear. Wu Zhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and took several ingots of silver, leaving through the back door of the Hexi Garden.

Guards and boy servants generally used this door to come and go. To get to the front courtyard, one had to pass through the flower walk in front of the inner courtyard, which was only taken by the master and women.

Wu Zhi left through the back door. Outside the few row houses behind him were also some children and women playing and chatting, but he did not stop. He knew that asking the Qian family’s servants or workers for information wouldn’t yield much.

He rounded the back wall of Guiyuan, crossed the wasteland, and headed toward the village.

At the village entrance, he saw an old woman with a limp scolding a little girl, next to them lay a small wooden bucket and a few pieces of clothing. The little girl didn’t dare to cry, only pleading softly.

An even older woman was loudly berating from her doorstep, "...accumulate some virtue, Ah Cao is so pitiful as it is, doing so much work at such a young age, and you still beat her for what?"

Wu Zhi approached and offered an ingot of silver to the scolding woman, saying, "Auntie, I’d like to ask you about something."

The one beating was none other than Lady Tang.

Her current life was filled with frustration. Having lost wealth and power, her son disobedient, and even her man somewhat disdainful of her. With nowhere to vent, she couldn’t bear to hit, nor dared to hit, her two little grandsons.

She would often come to the village entrance to check on her daughter’s household, and seeing that homely girl made her irritable. Thinking of how sprightly her own Mother Duo was, how could she have borne such an unsightly girl? Not to mention her lack of sweet talk, never greeting anyone when she saw them.

As she was pinching Li Ahcao’s behind, she noticed a shiny piece of silver flickering before her eyes, and heard a man’s voice. She let go of Li Ahcao and stood up, smiling, "If it’s something about Huaxi Village, there’s nothing I don’t know."