Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 643 - 320 Still a Peach Blossom Face_1

Chapter 643: Chapter 320 Still a Peach Blossom Face_1

Ma Mian and Bull Head swiftly moved aside, and from behind them floated a beautiful woman in palace attire, a younger version of Princess Ning.

Qian Yixiu exclaimed in panic, "Princess Ning, how did you come to be here?"

Princess Ning came to her bedside, with tears in her eyes, she said, "I have to go, and I came to say farewell to you."

Qian Yixiu was still somewhat bewildered and asked, "Farewell? Coming to bid me farewell with Bull Head and Ma Mian, does it mean that you are already dead?" Seeing Princess Ning nod her head, she urgently said, "I gave you the Red Demon Fruit, did you not eat it?"

Princess Ning replied, "Jinjin was wounded by a poisoned arrow, so I gave him the Red Demon Fruit. My life for his was worth it. Thank you, for it is with that Red Demon Fruit that my Jinjin can continue to live. Alas, a child without their mother is the most pitiable, and in the Palace, an orphan is even more so. I worry for him, which is why I’m especially here to ask for your help. Miss Qian, it turns out you have a great destiny and fortune; no wonder you’re so intelligent. You must have seen it too, Jinjin’s deep-rooted affection for you. However, marriage is a matter of fate, and I do not know if you two can eventually become lifelong partners. Please promise me, whether you will marry him in the future or not, that you will take care of him, help him."

Qian Yixiu responded, "He and I grew up together from childhood, with a depth of affection unmatched by anyone else. Should he face any difficulties, it’s unquestionably my family’s and my responsibility to help. However, ultimately Prince Ning will become the Emperor, and as a son of the Emperor, do I have the ability to take care and assist?"

Princess Ning said somberly, "It is precisely because Prince Ning is to become Emperor that I am even more worried about Jinjin. Since ancient times, the Royal Family has been heartless, and those who ascend to that position do so stepping over piles and piles of bones... Although Prince Ning is good, he is in the prime of life and there will surely be other women, other sons. It’s not that I don’t trust him, but I fear he won’t be able to help himself... Miss Qian, if the situation ever turns unfavorable for Jinjin, please go and remind the Prince of the promise he made to me, and the words he agreed to, by telling him that I visited you in a dream before I left."

Qian Yixiu asked, "Would Prince Ning believe such a thing as a dream visitation?"

Princess Ning answered, "He will believe it, for before I died, he whispered a promise in my ear, a promise only known to him and me. But I cannot tell you the content of that promise, to avoid bringing disaster upon you and Jinjin. You only need to tell him that I do not expect him to fulfill the five-year promise, but to protect Jinjin for the sake of our past affection. Also tell him, I wish for Jinjin to not endure what he has, to not die by someone else’s hands but to pass away peacefully of old age."

Tears in the eyes of Princess Ning looked off into the distance, her eyes seemed to hold an unmeltable tenderness as she softly said, "’Lake light mirrors the willows, egrets wish to fly in pairs. Still with the peach blossom complexion, the gentle breeze encircles her brows.’ These four lines of poetry, he composed for me. He also said, in his eyes, no matter the time, I am always the most beautiful. He is a rough and bold man, yet he could say these words to me, my life—was worthwhile."

Her gaze then fell back onto Qian Yixiu, and she gave a bow, saying, "Miss Qian, only you can help me with this, and only you can manage it. The matter of my seeking you out tonight, please do not tell Jinjin, I do not wish to make him sad... Miss Qian, farewell..."

Having finished speaking, she floated farther and farther away, toward the chaos Qian Yixiu had once experienced in her dreams.

Qian Yixiu cried out, "Princess, Princess, don’t go... Master Ma, Sir Bull, Princess Ning is such a good woman; she’s already suffered a hard life, do not lessen her lifespan in the next life as well..."

"Miss, Miss, wake up, please wake up," Zi Zhu opened the mosquito net and shook Qian Yixiu awake.

Qian Yixiu awoke, and it turned out to have been a dream. But the dream was too real, as if it had just transpired. She hugged Zi Zhu and wept uncontrollably, babbling, "Princess Ning is dead, Princess Ning is dead, my brother is in danger, my brother has been hit by a poisoned arrow. If I knew they were in peril, I should have kept two fruits for them..."

The loudness of Qian Yixiu’s crying alerted Sister Zeng in the back yard, who, frightened, hurried over. She hugged Qian Yixiu and said, "Miss, don’t be afraid. You were just having a nightmare. The Princess won’t die, and Heir Ning certainly won’t be struck by a poisoned arrow." Turning to Zi Zhu, she instructed, "The Miss has been frightened by a nightmare, quickly go and make a bowl of Calming Soup."

Upon hearing Sister Zeng’s words, Qian Yixiu, with tears blurring her vision, asked in a daze, "Really? I was just dreaming, Princess Ning hasn’t died, and my brother hasn’t been hit by a poisoned arrow?"