Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

Qian Sangui shook his head and said, "Ming Wa has offended the distinguished guest; I’m afraid he will take his anger out on Ming Wa." Then, he addressed the two of them, "Yixiu, why are you here too? Quickly, quickly, you both go back. If the distinguished guest wants to kill or beat someone, let grandpa take it; don’t involve yourselves."

Qian Yixiu laughed and said, "Mr. Pan and I have had dealings in Capital City; I understand him quite well. Although he is not one to smile or speak without a cause, he is a decent man. He won’t kill or beat anyone. Grandpa, please go back. I guarantee that after he drinks this cup of tea, all his anger will dissipate..."

Qian Sangui trusted his granddaughter more, and seeing her speak with such confidence, he finally left the courtyard, looking back with every three steps he took.

Qian Yijin, seeing his sister dressed so beautifully and charmingly, was somewhat unhappy, and with a pout, he said, "Sister, why are you dressed so nicely in the middle of the night? You go back too; I’ll go make tea for them." As he spoke, he tried to take the tea set from Qian Yixiu’s hands.

Qian Yixiu dodged his hand and said, "Brother, there are particular ways to make tea." Seeing Qian Yijin’s eyes widen and his mouth pout even higher, she helplessly said, "Brother, come and learn with me. After you learn, I’ll let you make tea for them."

She had the servants here heat the water in the copper pot with charcoal and led Qian Yijin towards the eastern wing room where Mr. Pan was staying. As soon as they reached the entrance, they saw Old Duke Liang and Mr. Yu sitting in armchairs, deep in an animated conversation—it was clearly a case of old acquaintances in a foreign land.

Qian Yijin quickly whispered in his sister’s ear, "I just heard Grandpa Liang addressing our teacher as Imperial Censor Yu, also mentioning that he used to be a Libationer."

Qian Yixiu felt a thrill of delight upon hearing that; it turned out that Mr. Yu had quite a background. She and the little boy had indeed stumbled upon a treasure. Only the head of the Imperial College was called Libationer, equivalent to a university president in a past life. Students personally taught by the president were at least post-doctoral fellows.

They entered the room and bowed to Old Duke Liang, Mr. Yu, and Prince Consort Pan, then placed the tea set on the small table next to the reclining bed. The two of them stood properly at the side, with Qian Yixiu even posing like a celestial maiden.

Prince Consort Pan sat alone on the reclining bed, having already taken his bath. With wet hair draped loosely, he donned a pure white silk robe with wide sleeves and crossed collar. His face was somber, his lips pressed into a thin line; he did not engage with the two who were deep in conversation.

At that moment, his elegant aloofness made him seem like a banished immortal, not of this world.