Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

Qian Yixiu smiled and walked over, greeted her young mother, and then bent down to admire the "art pieces." The two children had grown more beautiful and calling them works of art was no exaggeration.

Especially Sister Jing, who had inherited almost all of her mother’s good aspects. Skin so white and tender it could be broken by a puff, large apricot eyes dark and shining, long and curled eyelashes like the little wings of a butterfly, a petite nose, lips like flower petals, a pointed little chin, and the occasional glimpse of dimples... She was much more beautiful than the original thin and small owner of the body.

Qian Yixiu bent down and kissed her sister twice, making Sister Jing laugh, "Ah, ah," and blow two little bubbles at her sister. Sister Jing was particularly discerning with people; she was happy if her mother, sister, or brother kissed her. If someone else, like Old woman Qian, got a bit too close, she would cry nonstop, much to the old lady’s annoyance, leading her to scold the child for not being able to distinguish good from bad.

In the other carriage, Brother Ming started humming and chattering. Qian Yixiu then went to see Brother Ming, who resembled their father more, with a tall nose and handsome brows and eyes. Even at a young age, he was noticeably shrewd, always smiling at people and winning everyone’s favor.

But what Qian Yixiu liked most was his slightly tilted little square chin with a dimple on it. Neither their father nor mother had such a chin, and she wondered whom he took after. Qian Yixiu vaguely felt she had seen this type of chin before - not from Lin Qingxia in her previous life but in this era, although she couldn’t recall at the moment.

She kissed Brother Ming twice more, and he giggled happily, waving his hands and feet nonstop.

After playing with the two children, Qian Yixiu teased her mother, pouting and saying, "Mother is biased, making my sister so beautiful, even more so than Xiu’er."

Cheng Yue quickly consoled her eldest daughter, "Mother’s Xiu’er is beautiful, just like Sister Jing, Mother loves you both."

While they were all having fun, Little Monk was led straight into Hexi Garden. He had gone to Capital City last winter and had returned only yesterday. Anxious, he came to the Qian family today.

"Auntie, sister..." In his excitement, he blurted out the terms of endearment he held in his heart.

He ran over and first hugged Cheng Yue around the waist, saying, "Auntie, Poor Monk missed you so much."