Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

Lady Wu wiped away her tears and said, "My son, I didn’t want him to die either, but he’s already gone. Since he’s dead, we can’t just let him drift outside indefinitely."

Jinwa, with red-rimmed eyes, said, "I know it’s like that. But my mother is sick and she’s fixated on this. Let’s talk to her properly first. If she really can’t accept it, then on the day of my father’s funeral, I’ll take my sister to pay our respects, is that okay?"

"That won’t do. We can’t just indulge her whims on such an important matter. She’s my son’s widow; she must go on that day," Qian Sangui said categorically. Because of his anxiety and anger, he began to cough again.

The attempts by Qian Sangui and his wife to persuade her were unsuccessful.

Feeling disheartened, the siblings returned to their room and saw their stepmother still sitting on the bed in a daze.

Yixiu approached her and said, "I just heard Grandpa say that Great-grandma and Great-grandpa scolded Grandma and Grandpa severely because Mother is reluctant to have a grave with clothes and hats built for my father."

Jinwa added, "If things turn bad, they might even beat Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa’s health is already poor, what will we do if he gets seriously hurt?" Having said that, she pouted her lips, revealing a rare look of grievance.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yue stared at them blankly, a layer of moisture welling up in her almond eyes as she tugged at the corners of her mouth, yet still saying nothing.

At night, Cheng Yue tossed and turned, unable to sleep, occasionally letting out sobs. Ever since Yixiu had come to this world, no, since Cheng Yue had come to this family, it was her first time losing sleep over a tough decision.

The younger siblings repeatedly talked to her nicely, but none of it soothed her.

The next morning, the siblings arrived at the main house with puffy eyes, while Cheng Yue arrived with swollen, peachy eyes.

Qian Sangui and the others looked at them in surprise.