Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 646 - 321 Peaceful and Safe_1

Chapter 646: Chapter 321 Peaceful and Safe_1

Qian Yixiu spent a day engulfed in sorrow at Lianxiang Water Pavilion, also pondering whether she should take the risk. Qian Sangui, Lady Wu, and mother and son Pan Yue came to see her, but she didn’t dare tell them the truth, only saying she was feeling under the weather and a rest would suffice.

Lady Wu and Pan Yue had also heard that she was frightened awake by a nightmare last night. They thought she had caught a chill during the night and suggested sending for Doctor Lin to prescribe her some medicinal soups.

Qian Yixiu said, "Nowadays, the Old Fairy resides in our own home, where’s the need to call for another doctor? He has already taken my pulse and said it’s nothing serious, that I should just rest and recuperate."

Lady Wu and Pan Yue were relieved. Only Qian Sangui felt uneasy, understanding that the Old Fairy wouldn’t visit someone’s home without good reason, let alone reside there.

Seeing that Qian Yixiu was lacking in spirits, everyone rose to leave. Qian Sangui, walking last, quietly said to Qian Yixiu, "Yixiu, if the Old Fairy asks you to do something dangerous, you mustn’t go. You’re so young, still unmarried, and there is so much happiness ahead of you that you haven’t experienced."

It was Grandfather Sangui who understood her the most. Qian Yixiu hugged his arm and comforted, "Don’t worry, Grandfather; I know what I’m doing."

The next day in the afternoon, as the sun dipped westward, Liang Jinzhao followed the Little Monk to Lianxiang Water Pavilion. They hadn’t disturbed Qian Yixiu since yesterday, wanting to give her some peace.

The death of Princess Ning saddened them too. Especially the Little Monk, who knew that the Emperor might not have much longer to live but was powerless to help and couldn’t even visit him—his heart filled with sorrow. The Little Monk had been chanting scriptures with the Old Monk, both to help the deceased’s spirit ascend and to seek solace for his own soul.

Liang Jinzhao had been sitting by the window from dawn till dusk. Junior Hongji predicted just as his grandfather and he did, that he wouldn’t vie for the throne. That made things easier; he would stand unwavering with Prince Ning on behalf of the Liang Family.

When he thought of his "suddenly ill" father, his face turned red with shame. He hoped his father wouldn’t blame him, his actions were intended to protect him, to spare him from being put in a difficult position...

While the situation seemed complex in the capital, Prince Ning’s power behind the scenes was unparalleled. In times of chaos, civil officers amounted to nothing; power lay in the hands of those with military control. Not to mention that many armies from around Daqian would march toward the Capital City at a specific time, with at least half of the city’s military—and possibly even the Imperial Army within the palace—set to fall into Prince Ning’s hands the moment his father fell ill...

If the situation turned unfavorable for Prince Ning, the world would surely be thrown into chaos. At this crucial moment, daring to attack Heir Ning was akin to courting death. Although ultimately Heir Ning did not die, Princess Ning, who had deep attachments to Prince Ning through thick and thin, did. Prince Ning would harbor even greater hatred towards them. This debt, Prince Ning would surely repay in blood, making them pay back double...

If it were as his master said, that the appearance of Zi Zhu could quell the war, then he had no choice but to go to the "Imaginary land of joy and plenty" to find it. It was just a shame that he wasn’t the fated one, unable to extract Zi Zhu by himself.

He was reluctant to let that girl take risks, but she was the only one destined, she had to go. He secretly made up his mind that even if it cost him his life, he had to ensure her safety. Not just because of Zi Zhu, but more because he wanted her to survive.

Upon entering the Lianxiang Water Pavilion, the interior was arranged both elegantly and comfortably, wafting with a pleasant, subtle fragrance.

This was Liang Jinzhao’s first time entering a girl’s boudoir, other than his sister’s, and even with the Little Monk present, he felt somewhat embarrassed. Seeing every single item made his heart race.

Qian Yixiu was reclining on a beauty couch on the west side of the room, clutching a hand warmer and half-closing her eyes as if lost in thought. Seeing them arrive, she quickly stood up to greet them.

Had it just been the Little Monk, she wouldn’t have moved, letting him sit directly on the embroidery stool. In her heart, the Little Monk wasn’t an outsider, but a little brother. But Liang Jinzhao was a grown man, and she couldn’t be too casual with him.

Sipping tea, bathed in sunlight streaming through the west window, they chatted casually. They all agreed, without saying, not to discuss the crisis in the Capital City or the hardships they might face in the future—those topics were too heavy. They reminisced about good times from the past, a much lighter subject, which lifted their spirits a bit.

Especially when it came to Liang Jinzhao and the Little Monk, along with Zhang Yang and Song Huaijin’s first visit to the Qian family, they all laughed. Back then, the Qian family lived in a rundown courtyard, were poor, and even had to borrow ingredients from neighboring families to prepare a meal for them. In hopes of earning extra rewards and finding a powerful patron, both Qian Yixiu and Yijin—then known as Qian Yeejin—and even the savvy Monkey Brother went out of their way to please these distinguished guests...