Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

Cheng Yue asked, "Mother saw a man wearing the Eight-treasure Pearl Crown coming to our house, who is he?"

Qian Yixiu replied indifferently, "He is Prince Consort Pan, how about it, quite handsome, isn’t he?"

Cheng Yue stared at Qian Yixiu blankly, feeling as if a thread of clarity amidst her chaotic thoughts was about to burst forth but couldn’t break through. The more she thought, the more her head hurt. She couldn’t bear it any longer and, holding her head, said, "Oh, my head, my head really hurts."

Qian Yixiu was frightened and quickly helped her lie down on the bed. Seeing that she gradually fell asleep, she then relaxed.

Little Mom hasn’t been sick for a long time, what’s wrong now?

Qian Yixiu watched over little Mom’s pale face, who seemed to have worries even in her sleep, with her eyebrows lightly furrowed.

As Qian Yixiu watched, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed her mind, and the doubts deep in her heart slowly surfaced. No wonder she always felt a sense of familiarity in Prince Consort Pan’s brows and eyes; only now did she realize that he must resemble little Mom and herself a great deal.

And there’s Ming Wa with her little cleft chin... Prince Consort Pan doesn’t have a long beard, and it’s trimmed very stylishly. The short mustache above his upper lip is quite dense, and the beard around his mouth and on his chin is shaved very short, revealing a square and slightly upturned chin with a dimple.

Qian Yixiu got up and went to the sides of the two little beds, covering everything below Jingjing’s mouth with her hand, observing her eyebrows, eyes, and nose. Then, she covered everything above Ming Wa’s nose, examining his mouth and chin.

The upper half of Jingjing looked extremely like Pretty Boy Pan, and the lower half of Ming Wa also closely resembled Pretty Boy Pan.

There’s also little Mom’s profound artistic skills, her cold, detached temperament...