Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Mu Zhongqing’s tone carried a heavy sense of helplessness and pleading as he hopelessly looked at Cai Wei and Lady Du.

Seeing her father’s attitude, Cai Wei felt much relieved inside. She knew that ancient people held conservative and feudal thoughts, treating filial piety as extremely important—a basic criterion for measuring one’s moral character. That was why foolish acts such as ’entertaining parents with colorful clothes and burying one’s son to feed one’s mother’ occasionally happened.

Her father, deeply poisoned by feudal thinking, would never dare to commit the act of ’disrespect’, which the world would denounce as spineless. Therefore, he wouldn’t expel the entire Da Fang family, but his attitude had already shown that he had no feelings for the Mu Family’s two oldies, merely conforming to the so-called filial piety due to feudal rituals!

Seeing Mu Zhongqing’s attitude, the members of the main house were in an uproar. Mu Zhongli was the first to grab Mu Zhongqing’s collar and furiously said, "Second Brother, what do you mean by this? Can’t you even control your own daughter? Or are you intending to commit a heinous act of rebellion by disregarding your father and mother for this girl?"

Lady Bai, banging on the small table beside the babu bed, hysterically yelled, "Let’s go, let’s go to the Palace to make an imperial appeal, claiming that the son refuses to support his parents, pushing them to their deaths!"

Mu Liankui stared at Mu Zhongqing in disbelief. They had traveled all the way from Qingyun Town, enduring countless hardships, to live as the head of the family under the Second Brother’s roof and enjoy their old age. In his imagination, upon learning of Cai Wei’s actions, his son and daughter-in-law should have been comforting them profusely, severely punishing Cai Wei, the naughty girl, and atoning for her actions, but why had the son become so weak? How had he been held hostage by that naughty girl?

Cai Wei laughed and said, "If you want to make an imperial complaint, go ahead. I can arrange a carriage to take you to the Palace, but I can’t guarantee you won’t be mistaken for assassins and killed by the Imperial Guard on the spot!"

Having finished, she told Auntie Liu, "Go, instruct Zhang to prepare the carriage and send them to the Palace!"

Mu Zhongli certainly wouldn’t let his parents actually make an imperial appeal. Even if the appeal might not be successful, going to the Palace would inevitably mean a complete fallout with the Second Brother’s family, leaving no chance of living in such a respectable mansion anymore. Thus, he quickly supported the incessantly crying Grandmother, consoling her, "Mother, it’s almost dark. Where will you go stirring up trouble at this hour? Why don’t we listen to the Second Brother first, settle down here, and discuss what’s next tomorrow."