Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 471 - 252 Moon_3

Chapter 471: Chapter 252 Moon_3

There was one jarring noise, the smacking sound of Old man Qian and Old woman Qian’s mouths.

Smack, smack, and smack...

Prince Consort Pan lost his appetite entirely, and after only a few bites of his meal, he put down his chopsticks and told Qian Sangui and the others to take their time, he had finished.

He then stood up and went over to the small bed to play with Jingjing and Ming Wa. Seeing that Cheng Yue had also stopped eating and was watching him coldly, he hurriedly said, "Don’t worry, I’m just playing with them, I won’t take them away."

Hearing this, Cheng Yue bowed her head and began to eat her meal gracefully.

Prince Consort Pan watched his daughter eat leisurely amidst such noise, seeming to treat being scolded by the matriarch as a regular occurrence. His heart was filled with both sourness and anger.

His daughter, beautiful and lovely as the moon, how noble and delicate she was back then. Even the Empress Dowager bestowed her the title of Princess Zhenyue, which is another way to appreciate the precious moon. She used the finest things, lived in the finest places, and had as many as a hundred people serving her. Even the daughters of the emperor were no better off.

Today, however, he could only watch helplessly as she was bullied to this extent by two coarse and ignorant people!

"Ah, ah..." Jingjing’s calling voice awakened Grandpa Pan from his indignation, and he quickly softened his gaze, smiling again and playing with the two children.

Old man Qian and Old woman Qian didn’t get their fill at the meal either. Seeing that the noble had become angry, they thought he was upset with Cheng Yue and couldn’t help but shoot her a few glares. Seeing that he had put aside his bowl and chopsticks, they too didn’t dare to eat much longer and put down their chopsticks as well.

Although Qian Yixiu couldn’t say she was very fond of Old man Qian and Old woman Qian, seeing Master Sangui’s heartache made her unhappy as well. Qian Yeejin was also displeased and kept comforting Old woman Qian with his eyes.

The family hurriedly finished their meal, and Cheng Yue led the children back to Wangjiang Building, with Prince Consort Pan following behind them.

Qian Yixiu fell a few steps behind, waiting for Grandpa Pan to catch up before whispering, "I heard from Great-Grandma that when my mother was pregnant with me and my brother, the family was so poor they couldn’t even afford an egg, and she was as thin as a stack of bones. Great-Grandma would save her own eggs and secretly bring them to my mother to eat. When she was finally hopeful of getting a little spending money from her children, she would quickly go to the neighbor’s to buy a few eggs to give to my mother. After I was born along with my brother, my great-grandfather and great-grandma even gave all the little money they had saved for their old age to my mother to help nourish her body. Although their manners are rough and their speech unfiltered, with no education, they are good parents who have always been doing their utmost to help their children and grandchildren."

Grandpa Pan listened and sighed deeply, then said, "Yixiu, I know you are a perceptive child, and I understand what you are saying. Rest assured, I am not one to forget favors. The kindness your grandparents showed your mother, I will never forget in my lifetime. But should your great-grandparents be allowed to rely on their seniority to bully Yueyue, just because they once gave her something to eat?"

Qian Yixiu said, "The way they act is not good, and I have also been angry about this before. But they are my grandfather’s parents, and if you embarrass them, my grandfather feels hurt too. If you do not consider them, shouldn’t you at least consider my grandfather’s feelings? Let’s do this, if you really can’t stand them, then don’t come over when they come to our house for a meal. Actually, they don’t always treat my mother like this."

"Just because I don’t see it, does it mean it never happened?" Prince Consort Pan retorted.

Qian Yixiu said, "It’s common for there to be arguments in a rural household. That is still better than those aristocratic families who, on the surface, seem harmonious and close, yet secretly stab each other in the back. Or use silent treatment—oh, that’s indifference, contempt, neglect, estrangement, and apathy, refusing to speak, slowly eating away at their passion for life and their affection for family, and even causing them to lose hope in life. Such harm is greater, more painful, and this too is a form of violence, one that’s even more terrifying than physical abuse. I’ve heard that this is common in many big families."

Prince Consort Pan stopped in his tracks, staring dazedly at Cheng Yue’s figure ahead.

"Daddy, I want to be the pearl in your hand," that child-like voice echoed again in Prince Consort Pan’s ears.

"Husband, could you talk to me for a bit? Even a few harsh words would be better than this silence..." The voice was older, gentle, humble, and carried a plea.

Qian Yixiu watched Grandpa Pan stand there in a daze, her words clearly touching a deep part of his soul. She did not wait for him, but quickened her steps to catch up with her young mother.

That evening, Prince Consort Pan did not come for dinner, and the whole family breathed a sigh of relief.

Qian Yeejin solemnly said, "Confucius said, ’When the paths do not align, do not seek to make plans together.’ That’s the truth."

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