Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 593 - 301 Seeing a Doctor_1

Chapter 593: Chapter 301 Seeing a Doctor_1

In ancient times before the Song Dynasty, there were no such things as toy dolls; small clay figurines and the like were considered inauspicious. However, the Great Qian Kingdom, somewhat resembling the Ming Dynasty, didn’t fuss over such matters. Not only were there small clay figures and wooden dolls, but there were also cloth dolls, especially the smuggled Japanese dolls, which were very popular. As a result, carving a wooden doll as a gift also became a hobby for many young people.

Qian Yixiu opened the purse and indeed it contained a varnished little wooden doll. She had thought it would be carved in her likeness, but to her surprise, it depicted Uncle Liang himself. The small doll wore a troubled expression and even held its hands together in a fist, as if to apologize.

The carving was lifelike, yet somewhat exaggerated, prompting Zi Zhu to burst into giggles.

Qian Yixiu didn’t keep much from Zi Zhu and wasn’t afraid of her teasing. She then took out the letter from the purse and unfolded it. The letter contained a poem, with only one word altered, replacing "lord" with "you":

Where mountains crumble, rivers run dry, thunder roars in winter, snow falls in summer, heaven and earth unite, only then shall I dare to part from you!

The handwriting was strong and vigorous.

Before he broke off the engagement, Uncle Liang’s letters to her were gentle and courteous, like those of a friend or older brother, slowly sharing his thoughts, speaking with ease and affection.

But this letter...

It was out of character for him. Although he was a military officer from a family of officers, perhaps due to his early training with Master Beikong, he should be much more composed. His disturbed state must be terribly chaotic, right?

Qian Yixiu felt her nose tingle and warmth gathered around her eyes. She remembered a saying from a previous life, that fate is like a book—if flipped through carelessly, one might miss the fairy tale, but if read too intently, it could drain all tears. She felt that her fate with Uncle Liang was like an elegantly decorated book given to her by her elders, a book she initially believed contained stories she loved. So she had made all pre-reading preparations, such as brewing tea and arranging fruits and nuts, preparing to recline on her daybed and devote a lifetime to reading. But then, she heard the book contained a terrifying witch, frightening her so much that she abandoned it altogether.

This book was perhaps the first one she had ever picked up in her past and present life, wanting to read it, then ultimately giving up.

In her past life, there had been many books laid before her, but foolishly, she hadn’t glanced at any, fixated only on the book that wasn’t meant for her. As a result, time slipped away until her death, all without marrying.

In this life, apart from the book she had forsaken, she had not come across another one she wished to read.

Suddenly, Zhu Sujin’s confession popped into her mind. That bear of a child, perhaps if she married him... Just as she thought this, the image of that bear child naked from the waist down appeared before her. He was the boy she had watched grow up; she wasn’t keen on afflicting the flower of the Great Qian Kingdom with him.

Besides, he would likely become the Crown Prince, if things went as expected. Court intrigues? Better not. Even if she did want to engage in palace schemes, it was another matter whether he was willing. Marriages for princes and imperial grandsons were dictated by the Emperor. That old Emperor, whom Qian Yixiu had seen only twice, seemed somewhat frightening to her, and his glances held a hint of amusement.

As for Uncle Liang, now that she had decided to give up, it was best not to harbour any more regrets.

She stuffed the doll and letter back into her purse, muttering to herself, "I’ll return these to Miss Liang another day."

Upon returning to the manor, she went directly to the main courtyard, where Pan Yue was already waiting with Mingming and Jingjing, and Old woman Qian was also there.

Grandfather Sangui asked, "That Huang fellow didn’t bully you, did he?"

Lady Wu said, "Your grandfather has been worried all day, unable to even rest at noon."

Qian Yixiu replied with a smile, "No, that person is not mad, running around and biting folks. I heard he’s an excellent student at the Imperial College, and his teacher said he has the potential to take first place in tomorrow’s preliminary examinations."

Lady Wu pursed her lips and remarked, "All that book learning gone to the dogs."

Mingming, hearing this, came over and clung to Lady Wu, asking, "Granny, what if Mingming’s book learning goes to the dog’s belly?"

Everyone laughed.

Pan Yue said, "My Emperor’s Maternal Grandmother says that that’s just where my father’s studies went."

Qian Yixiu looked at her young mother seriously, unsure whether this was something the Empress Dowager had scolded her father for in the past or was scolding him now.

Her young mother had started taking medicine since September last year, and counting this month, she had taken it five times already, seemingly with little effect. Another five doses remained, and hopefully, they would make her better. Even if she couldn’t be as intelligent as before her amnesia, at the very least, she should begin to remember the past. Otherwise, if it turned out as the Old Monk had suggested as another possibility, it would be truly unfortunate. She had risked her life to pick Serpent Vine Chrysanthemums at the Cave Sky Pool, and if her family didn’t benefit at all, leaving Uncle Liang to reap all the rewards, that would be a huge loss indeed.