Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 638 - 317 Zhu Suji_3

Chapter 638: Chapter 317 Zhu Suji_3

The Little Monk was pulled by her to the Wangjiang Building. Pan Yue was on the ground floor, making undergarments for Qian Manjiang by the window. Because her movements were skilled, she seldom looked at the needle and thread in her hands, her gaze mostly on Mingming and Jingjing who were circling around her. Her eyes were gentle, her demeanor peaceful, and the corners of her lips curved upwards. The naivety and clarity from the past decade were gone, replaced by a mature charm that made her seem even more beautiful and tender.

Pan Yue saw the Little Monk being pulled in by Qian Yixiu, his eyes red as if he had just cried. She immediately stood up in a panic and asked, "Hongji, what’s wrong? Tell Auntie, who bullied you?" Before she could finish, her heart ached so much that her eyes reddened.

The Little Monk came over and hugged Pan Yue, resting his chin on her shoulder, and spoke with a hoarse voice, "Auntie, I really want to call you Mother. If my mother were still alive, she would surely be as gentle as you, treat me as well as you do, make clothes for me, care for me, and would cry out of heartache if she knew I was upset..."

Thinking of the mother he had never met, the Little Monk’s tears streamed down again.

Pan Yue’s heart ached even more upon hearing this, she said with a choked voice, "Yes, if Hongji wishes, from now on you can call Auntie Mother. Auntie loves you, loves having you as her son."

Qian Yixiu also shed tears.

Although Jingjing didn’t understand why they were crying, seeing her mother and sister and Big Brother Hongji cry made her sad too. She ran to the side of Pan Yue and the Little Monk, hugging each of their legs and began to cry.

After a while, the group stopped crying, pacified by Sister-in-law Huang and other Servants.

Qian Yixiu and the Little Monk tacitly kept the secret that the Little Monk was the son of the Former Crown Prince. Now that Pan Yue’s illness had just recovered, they didn’t want to burden her with worries. The Emperor had that kind of intention, so they dared not reveal it even more; if the news got out, the Little Monk’s life would be in danger.

At noon, a vegetarian feast was arranged in the Wangjiang Building, including the Little Monk’s favorite dishes.

Pan Yue kept putting food into the Little Monk’s bowl, "This is dried tofu brought from the Capital City, Auntie knows you like it, and saved it especially for you... This is made from the lotus roots of West Lake, sweet and fragrant..."

Mingming and Jingjing, feeling jealous, held up their little bowls, wanting their mother to also put food in their bowls. The table was filled with laughter, and even the Little Monk had a smile on his lips.

After Pan Yue and Mingming and Jingjing took their midday rest, Qian Yixiu and the Little Monk went to Hexi Garden, taking a walk around West Lake.

The afternoon sun was incredibly bright, casting a glimmering reflection off the lake’s surface, making Xishi Mountain gleam with golden light, and warmed people to their very souls. This was the beauty of the south, for in the North, even the brightest winter sunshine couldn’t bring a hint of warmth.

Seeing that the Little Monk’s mood had completely recovered, Qian Yixiu asked, "Feeling better now?"

The Little Monk nodded and said, "Having followed my master for so long, I have come to terms with life and death. It’s just that learning about my birth parents and realizing that Old Man Zhu, who has always cared for me, is my grandfather, made me feel sad. Letting out my frustrations makes me feel much better." As he finished, he pursed his lips somewhat sheepishly.

The Little Monk had grown half a head taller than Qian Yixiu, with a graceful countenance, fair and clear skin, and eyes that were clear and tranquil. His temperament was elegant and gentle. If he were to grow his hair out, he would surely be a charming young man. With such a good character and temperament, and knowledgeable as well, if he ever returned to secular life, who could be so fortunate to marry such a fine youth?

Seeing Qian Yixiu staring blankly at him, the Little Monk asked, "What’s the matter, is there something dirty on my face?" After speaking, he even wiped his face with his hand.

Bad Auntie Qian Yixiu used a handkerchief to wipe his clean handsome face and said, "There was some rice left on it." Teasing the Monk made her feel somewhat embarrassed, and she said, "We will return to Capital City by the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, when will you leave? Let’s go together, it will be lively."

The Little Monk said, "We might leave a bit later this time. A few days ago, my master sent a pigeon message to Senior Liang, asking him to hurry here because he has urgent matters."

"Urgent matters? What matters?" Qian Yixiu asked.

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