Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 670: Lady Mei’s Death (5)_1

Chapter 670: Chapter 670: Lady Mei’s Death (5)_1

The horse carriage Huo Yuan was riding on bore the mark of the Huo Family, so nobody dared to inspect him, allowing them to proceed smoothly.

"Sui Xi, go find out what’s happened?"

Huo Yuan, leaning against the window of the carriage, peered through the gauze curtain of the window, observing the Brocade Uniform Guards and Inspectorate’s City Patrol Guards milling about.

He had already been informed about what was happening in Ying Tianfu, so he wasn’t worried about Mu Zhongqing getting in trouble or being wronged there. As such, he had plenty of time to investigate the matters that piqued his curiosity.

Sui Xi returned shortly after leaving, whispering into the carriage, "Young Master, I found out that Princess Helana of the Xianbei Empire has suddenly disappeared. Apparently, she ran away on her own, and the whole city is currently searching for her!"

Helana?

Huo Yuan furrowed his brow. He’d heard of the arrogant and domineering foreign princess who was said to be deeply in love with His Highness King Qin, so much so that she would not marry anyone else. Her sudden disappearance could only mean she had gone to Lingbei to find him.

At that thought, he felt a pang of loss; he suddenly thought of her!

If she hadn’t died, she must also be trying all means to go to Lingbei. She loved him so much, trusted him, and even once said that she didn’t mind shedding blood for his sake, and that she would do anything for him, let alone finding him!

Unfortunately, she had mistreated him. The man she admired so much failed to protect her. Because of him, she was resented by his parents and became the scapegoat for Princess Zhao Yang. She even died under a tiger’s jaw. If he had known this would happen, he would never have given up on her. Even if it meant going against her will and forcibly keeping her by his side, guarding her tightly, and preventing anyone from hurting her, even if it meant exposing his identity, he would have done it without hesitation!

But, it was too late now!

He now wished his people can find her remains as soon as possible so that she can be laid to rest, that would put his mind at ease!

At that moment, the person who was considered the remains was leisurely sitting on a chair, sewing a ’menstrual band’.

This time around, her menstruation wasn’t as painful as the first one. In the morning, she had specially bought a packet of brown sugar on the street. She had just boiled some water, brewed the brown sugar, and had a drink, which immediately created a warming sensation in her lower abdomen. The sun was still high in the sky, bringing a cozy warmth that comforted her body...

It was rare to have a few days of such peaceful and leisurely life, so she decided to settle down and imitated Fei’er in her usual sewing, sewing the ’menstrual band’ meticulously.

Sewing, known as "female workers" in this era, is a skill reflecting a woman’s character. If a married woman’s sewing skills are bad, she would be ridiculed by her husband’s family. There have been cases where women were abandoned by their mother-in-laws due to their poor sewing skills. Therefore, sewing is an essential skill for women in this era!

However, this skill essential for women was something that Cai Wei adamantly resisted. Unless absolutely necessary, she would not pick up a needle for sewing work. To her, this activity was simply a waste of life!

Luckily, Nangong Yi would not care whether she could sew or not. As for his mother, Cai Wei wouldn’t bother considering her opinion. She would not compromise her own happiness to learn this skill.

Once they are married, she would live her life according to her preferences. And as for her mother-in-law, she wouldn’t act subservient in front of her just like other daughters-in-law do. She wouldn’t let anyone bully her!

"Hiss——"

A sharp, prickling pain jolted her back to reality. Cai Wei looked down at her finger, from which a bead of blood was emerging, and couldn’t help but shake her head and laugh at herself.

It’s true that idle hands are the devil’s workshop. She’d only had a day off, and already her mind was wandering off, thinking about imminent confrontations with her future mother-in-law. It was utterly absurd and ridiculous...