Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 470 - 252 Moon_2

Chapter 470: Chapter 252 Moon_2

Qian Yijin’s face turned red as she chided, "Sister, as a maiden, it’s improper to talk so loosely. It’s unpleasant to hear. Remember, some things should not be said carelessly. Just because brother doesn’t laugh at you, doesn’t mean others won’t ridicule you."

Hearing this, Cheng Yue also nodded vigorously, adding, "Yixiu must heed Jinwa’s words, otherwise it won’t be easy to marry off."

From the courtyard, Old man Qian’s booming voice interrupted Qian Yixiu’s reverie. Old man Qian and Old woman Qian had arrived; they hadn’t been home for a meal in several days.

As soon as the old couple sat down, Old man Qian started to complain, "Because of Duo Duo’s marriage arrangement, both the eldest son’s wife and the Wife of Manchuan have been wearing long faces all these days. Seeing them takes away our appetite; today, we came here to eat our fill without any reservations."

Qian Sangui instructed the servants to add two more sets of tableware, reserving the main table for Old man Qian while directing Old woman Qian to another table, explaining, "Mother will eat at that table today. Mr. Pan is particular." He subtly reminded his parents to mind their manners during the meal, as Mr. Pan was a man of letters who valued propriety.

Upon hearing that he would be dining with a person of high status, Old man Qian was overjoyed, saying, "Father knows, father has dined with the gentry in the county town before, and knows not to carelessly sort through the dishes, speak too much, or smack his lips during the meal."

At precisely noon, Mr. Pan arrived on time. He was wearing a ginger-yellow patterned brocade long gown inside, with a grey fox fur-trimmed cotton cloak over it, and an Eight-treasure Pearl Crown on his head.

His arrival immediately made Old man Qian, Old woman Qian, Lady Wu, and a few attending Servants feel nervous. They had only ever glimpsed him from afar and had never had close contact with him. His extraordinary bearing was like the lofty moon, his aloof demeanor like the chill of the outside wind. Even though his face mustered a few strands of a smile, everyone still felt he was distant and icy. Only Cheng Yueniang and a few others did not have this feeling.

As Qian Sangui asked the Prince Consort Pan to take a seat, the Prince Consort Pan gestured with his hand for Old man Qian to sit at the head. Old man Qian was so frightened that he didn’t dare to sit, his cheeks trembling nonstop. It was only when Qian Yijin came over, steadying him into his seat and patting his back, that he began to relax.

When the Servants began serving the dishes, Qian Yijin also came to massage Old woman Qian’s back, whispering gently into her ear, "Great-grandma, don’t be afraid, Mr. Pan is very kind."

Ever since finding out Mr. Pan was her grandfather and seeing his extreme kindness and patience towards her mother and younger siblings, Qian Yijin had, in her heart, forgiven the grandfather who had once saddened her mother. She felt that to err is human; to forgive, divine. She did all she could to assist her grandfather, hoping that the father and daughter might recognize each other and reunite sooner rather than later.

In this lull, Cheng Yue, who rarely spoke up, said, "Yueyue likes Yixiu, Jinwa, Ming Wa, Jingjing, Brother Jiang from afar, as well as father-in-law, mother-in-law, and little auntie. There are some people Yueyue doesn’t like at all."

Her words strongly expressed her dislike for Prince Consort Pan, but the way she phrased it inadvertently lumped Old man Qian and Old woman Qian in as well.

Prince Consort Pan, sitting directly opposite Cheng Yue, was now less than five steps away from her. Although he maintained a composed facade, his heart was already restless with excitement. From a distant blurry shadow that he could barely discern the features of, the gap was gradually closing. As they drew nearer, her features took on a bashful clarity. It had been such a long time, heaven knows how eager he had felt.

Now he could finally see his daughter clearly, as if he could touch her by simply reaching out. Moreover, he could hear Yueyue’s voice again. Although it was voicing dissatisfaction with him, Prince Consort Pan was still extremely delighted.

Old woman Qian, on the other hand, was not happy. Offending herself and her husband was one thing, but antagonizing this dignitary could spell disaster for her son’s entire family. Angrily twisting her mouth, she scolded, "You fool, if you don’t know how to talk, then don’t talk." She even thought ahead, figuring that painting Cheng Yue as a fool might prevent the dignitary from taking offense.

Old man Qian also rushed to explain on behalf of Cheng Yue, saying, "Prince Consort Pan, please don’t take offense. My granddaughter-in-law is a bit muddled, and her words may offend. Please don’t take it to heart."

Prince Consort Pan’s fists clenched and then relaxed, relaxed then clenched again. He glanced at Qian Sangui and then let go, his voice cold, "On the contrary, I find her quite delightful. Her love for her husband and children, her love for her family, is a sign of her utmost sincerity and kindness."

Old man Qian was taken aback and gave a flustered chuckle, "Yes, yes, yes."

The meal had started on the wrong foot. The mood for conversation had dissipated, and everyone bowed their heads to their own plates, while only the little siblings in the pen babbled incessantly, speaking in a language no one understood.