Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1377 - 1384 Empress of Qing Luo Kingdom Arrives (1)

Chapter 1377: Chapter 1384 Empress of Qing Luo Kingdom Arrives (1)

In the early morning of December 16th, in the first year of Shunde, the citizens of the Capital were busily shuttling through the streets, purchasing New Year’s goods with great interest, when suddenly, they heard a series of orderly hoofbeats, the rumbling of carriage wheels, and the cries of those clearing the way.

A group of people dressed in foreign attire appeared on the bustling street, numbering around five to six hundred individuals, solemn-faced and mostly strong, young guards, who were escorting a discreetly luxurious carriage straight to the Palace of the Great Jin Nation.

Such a large group of people, all dressed in foreign garb, inevitably caused a sensation among the citizens. Soon, everyone shopping for New Year’s goods stood at the curb, discussing this foreign envoy.

"They are people from the Qing Luo Kingdom, some Qing Luo envoys came to Our Great Jin a few months ago and ate in my shop, so I recognize their clothes!"

"Weren’t they here just a few months ago? Why have they come back so soon? And they brought so many valuable gifts?"

The citizens speaking referred to the dozen or so carriages loaded with Camphor Wooden Boxes; these boxes were exquisitely crafted, expensive in their own right, let alone what’s inside!

"Who knows? They may be here to propose marriage to that Princess of ours, look at that Golden Silk Nan Wood Carriage in the middle, tsk tsk, such grandeur, there must be a Prince or Royal Grandson sitting inside!"

"Hmm, that’s possible, and look at all the gems inlaid on that carriage, it’s as gorgeous as the Empress Dowager’s phoenix palanquin, must be a Royal Aristocrat riding in it..."

Indeed, the carriage was occupied by someone from the Royal Family, but it was not a Prince or Royal Grandson of the Qing Luo Kingdom, but the Empress of Qing Luo herself, Na Muhan.

At this moment, she was fiercely wringing the Handkerchief in her hands, striving hard to control her emotions.

Twenty years had passed, and she had finally reached this day when she could see her dearly missed son...

She remembered the day her son was taken away; it was also a bitterly cold day. That day, her young child stretched out his short left arm, crying out heart-wrenchingly, "Father King... Mother Consort, Jing Chen is good... Father King Mother Consort, don’t abandon Jing Chen..."

At the time, both her heart and her Husband’s were shattered, wishing they could rush over and snatch their Children back.

However, they couldn’t; Wanyan Liehong had vowed to drive them to extinction; their Children would face certain death if they stayed.

Most of the members of the Royal Family who were exiled with them had been tortured to death; recently, their Son was stripped naked by a group of ruthless soldiers, tied to a tree for target practice, as if accidental, an arrow shot through the child’s tender right arm. At that moment, both she and her Husband were driven mad, helplessly watching their young Son cry out in the cold wind until his voice was hoarse. Forgetting their dignity, they knelt and kowtowed to the soldiers, bleeding from their foreheads, yet the soldiers continued their cruel game until the child lost too much blood and fainted, then they laughed heartily and left!

That night, with her Son having narrowly escaped death, her Husband held him and said to her, "Na Muhan, our child will only face death if he stays with us, and it will be a horrible death. It might be better to give him away, maybe then he will have a chance at life..."

That night, they wept together all night in their dilapidated hovel, and three days later, when a merchant fleet from the Great Jin happened to pass by, she and her Husband chose a kind-looking middle-aged man from the group, secretly confided their ordeal to him, and begged him to adopt their Child...

The Merchant was kind-hearted, and upon seeing their pitiful Son, agreed. Afterwards, their Child was taken away, and their hearts were hollowed out.

Over the years, she constantly reminisced about the day her Son was taken away, his cries, his hands reaching out to them, begging to be held. That scene seemed to etch her entire life from that moment on, leaving her with only one thing left in her existence.