Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 884 - 886: Entering King Qin’s Mansion (1)

Chapter 884: Chapter 886: Entering King Qin’s Mansion (1)

June in the Capital City, the sun fierce as fire, the midday sun hung in the sky like a blazing fireball, bright and red, drying out the earth completely. People, wisely, sought refuge inside their homes, even the gatekeeping dogs hid under the shadows of trees, tongues lolling out panting, dissipating the hot air from their bodies.

In a suburban manor, Mu Zhongqing’s family gathered in the house, stunned as they listened to Cai Wei’s tale. Zhongqing had heard it all before, so his face showed little emotion. However, Lady Du, Wen’er, and Wu’er were all gaping at Cai Wei and Nangong Yi with shock, utterly bewildered.

Good heavens, Fei’er had actually been hiding in Nangong Yi’s maternal grandparents’ house; Nangong Yi was actually the Emperor’s legitimate son; Jin Guifei, because she failed to assassinate Nangong Yi, wanted to kill their whole family...

These absurd stories, which you’d only hear from a storyteller, were actually happening to their family... Was all of this truly happening?

Lady Du sat dazedly on the couch, still maintaining the motion of stroking her stomach, her expression frozen in a look of utter astonishment. Wen’er and Wu’er too, their eyes wide as black grapes, mouths agape, looked at Nangong Yi with stunned, adorable expressions.

Nangong Yi said, "They wouldn’t dare to barge into my Mansion of Prince Qin recklessly. Uncle’s family might as well take refuge at my mansion for the time being, until this matter has passed."

Zhongqing replied, "That would be excellent. We can go with you today. It’s only, about Fei’er..."

"Rest assured about Fei’er. I will send a message to Duke Li Guo’s Mansion myself, asking my maternal grandparents to take good care of her," Nangong Yi promised solemnly.

With Nangong Yi’s assurance, Zhongqing felt much more at ease. He gently pushed his still-dazed wife, saying, "Lady Mei, snap out of it, let’s quickly pack. We’ll take refuge at King Qin’s mansion to avoid this disaster."

Pushed by her husband, Lady Du came back to her senses. She replied with an ’oh’ and with a complex look at her daughter, she got off the couch to start packing.

Cai Wei looked awkward, knowing her mother blamed her for deceiving her parents, for privately promising herself to a man, for bringing disaster upon the family. However, her mother didn’t vocalize any of it and simply bowed her head, supporting her stomach, and went to the inner room to pack.

Nangong Yi, looking at Lady Du’s back, said, "You don’t need to prepare much, Auntie. The mansion has everything. Even if you bring nothing, you’ll lack nothing."

Lady Du acknowledged and left.

Wen’er, timidly looking at Nangong Yi, said in a low voice, "You’re King Qin, will you still take me as your disciple?"

Nangong Yi responded gently, "If you truly want to learn martial arts, I can arrange the best master for you. However, learning martial arts requires going through a lot of hardships. Think it over, and if you’re serious about learning, tell your older sister. I’ll arrange it for you."

"Yes, I want to learn. I’m not afraid of hardships. I want to become the person with the greatest martial arts in the world, to protect my dad, mom, and sister," Wen’er answered firmly.

The incident with his older sister Fei’er had shaken Wen’er deeply. His sister had been abducted, his parents were nearly frantic with worry, yet he couldn’t help at all. He not only hated those who kidnapped his sister but also despised his own helplessness. Therefore, upon seeing Nangong Yi again, he was immediately filled with the desire to seriously learn from his master.

Nangong Yi laughed lightly, "It’s rare for someone to be so determined. When we get to Zhaoqing Temple, I will arrange for someone to teach... No good, there is a killing intent!"

The man’s complexion changed rapidly!

He rose abruptly, glanced at Cai Wei, who understood and took the family into the inner room, while Nangong Yi himself leaped towards the door to confront the threat.