Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 636 - 317 Zhu Suji_1

Chapter 636: Chapter 317 Zhu Suji_1

The Little Monk pouted his lips, his eyes rims reddening and his eyebrows furrowed into a twisted rope. His shaved head gleamed, illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the glass window.

If she didn’t pay attention to his baldness and the scars on his head, Qian Yixiu felt he looked like her own younger brother, wronged and aggrieved.

She felt sorry for him. From the first moment she saw him, she felt a pang of compassion, even though at the time he was acting all high and mighty.

Seeing the Little Monk sit gloomily by the desk, Qian Yixiu laughed and asked, "What’s wrong, did you fail to learn your astronomy well, and got scolded to tears by your master?"

He had come to Guiyuan a few days before and told Qian Yixiu that his master praised him for having a talent for Astrono Skills. She smiled and praised him, but deep down she was sarcastically unimpressed. Astrono Skills were just about observing the weather changes, not celestial phenomena, so why the fuss? She always felt that being with the Old Monk, one should focus on learning what the Old Monk was best at.

Everyone said the Old Monk was an Immortal, hence his greatest skills were fortune-telling, physiognomy, and observing celestial phenomena. In this regard, the Little Monk didn’t seem to have learned much. Qian Yixiu would often jokingly ask him what her future husband would be like, how many children she would have, guess her number of past lives... and so on.

The Little Monk could not answer any of these questions, and eventually, annoyed, he would tell her she was shameless, as no proper young lady would ask such things.

But when it came to Astrono Skills, he would get enthusiastic. If today was overcast, then tomorrow would be clear, or rain was expected in three days’ time. And believe it or not, his predictions were mostly accurate.

The Little Monk didn’t find Qian Yixiu’s teasing funny in the least. He sighed deeply, sniffled, and his eyes began to glisten with tears again.

Qian Yixiu had never seen the Little Monk cry before, and seeing him so heartbroken, she too became a bit flustered. She pulled over an embroidered stool to sit by his side and asked, "Little brother, what’s wrong with you?"

Before, whenever Qian Yixiu called him little brother, he would beam with joy, his eyes curving into crescents.

This time he did not smile. Instead, he sniffled again and said softly, "Sister, I have learned about my origins. I know who my birth parents are. They didn’t abandon me; they are no longer in this world. It turns out; I was an orphan without parents from birth."

Having said that, he could not hold back anymore, burying his face in the desk and beginning to sob, "I used to resent my parents a little, wondering why they gave birth to me but didn’t take care of me, why they discarded me. If Master had not found me by chance, I would have died... It turns out they didn’t discard me; they had already passed away..."

Qian Yixiu’s heart sank. She steadied his shoulders and asked, "Little brother, don’t cry. Tell your sister, what exactly happened?"

The Little Monk wiped his tears and glanced at Zi Zhu next to him, but he remained silent and lowered his head again.

Zi Zhu tactfully left the room and carefully closed the door behind her.

Qian Yixiu stood up and poured a cup of Golden Moth Tea for the Little Monk, his favorite. Whenever he visited Guiyuan or the Qian Mansion in the Capital City, he would ask Qian Yixiu for this type of tea. She seldom satisfied this request, as she only had a few ounces herself and saved it for special occasions.

The Little Monk didn’t drink the tea; instead, he placed the cup on the desk and explained the reason in a low voice.

"Last night, the Emperor sent someone to deliver two letters to my master, one for him and one for me..."

The letter revealed that he was the posthumous son of the Former Crown Prince Zhu Xiangchang, commonly named Zhu Suji. He wasn’t even born when Former Crown Prince Zhu Xiangchang was assassinated, and his mother also committed suicide after giving birth to him. The Emperor feared for his safety and entrusted Master Hongzhi of Baoguo Temple and his own grandfather Liang Jinzhao to entrust him to the venerable Master Beikong. The Emperor believed that only by Master Beikong’s side could his beloved only descendant grow up safely and learn true skills...

"It turns out the Old Man Zhu, who often met with me at Senior Liang’s home, is the Emperor—my grandfather. In the letter, he said his health is in very poor condition, and asked me to renounce monastic life and return to the Capital immediately, and he also mentioned making me the Imperial Great-grandson, so I may inherit the throne in the future."

Qian Yixiu was startled; she had suspected that the Little Monk’s heritage wasn’t ordinary, yet he was the son of the Former Crown Prince. The Emperor even intended to make him the Imperial Great-grandson to succeed the throne.

What about Prince Ning?

Thinking of the decisive, scheming, and deeply calculating Prince Ning, who had harbored ambitions for years, Qian Yixiu shuddered.

If the Little Monk indeed became Emperor, would Prince Ning lead a rebellion? Without guessing, it was certain! Then, Zhu Sujin and her own father would stand as enemies against the Little Monk.