Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

Qian Yixiu was very fond of this way of expressing things; it felt intimate without being startling. She had noticed long ago that Liang Jinzhao had a high EQ, his mind was much more profound than Zhang Yang and Song Huaijin even when he was young. Perhaps he was like his grandfather, Old Duke Liang, whom even Mr. Yu and Grandpa Pan called Old Fox Liang Zechong.

Just as she was about to put away the letter after reading it, her hand was preempted by another—it was Qian Yeejin.

After reading it, Qian Yeejin shook his head and commented, "After all, he is a military officer, lacking literary grace, not even on par with our father. There’s not a single reference to classical texts throughout, it reads like a ledger, without any readability..." It was like a teacher critiquing a student’s essay, and a highly unsatisfying one at that.

Qian Yixiu smiled without saying a word and took the letter back to put it away.

Among the parcel of items, aside from the small accessories Princess Ning brought for the children, there were also two centuries-old Lingzhi mushrooms for Qian Sangui. The bulk of the items were special products from the North that Qian Manjiang brought, among which were astonishingly four ginseng roots, signifying two for the parents and two for the grandparents. There were also a few items that Liang Jinzhao had brought for Qian Yixiu and her siblings: bull horn combs and ornamental bull horn accessories.

On the way back, it was evident that Qian Yeejin’s mood was low as he walked behind Cheng Yue and the children, pulling Qian Yixiu with him. He stayed silent, occasionally sighing softly.

Qian Yixiu glanced at him and asked, "What’s wrong, brother? Aren’t you happy about father’s victory?"

Qian Yeejin replied, "I am happy, with the victory, the people of Daqian can live and work in peace and contentment."

"Then why are you sighing all the time?" Qian Yixiu pressed.

Qian Yeejin said, "Brother feels a bit lost. In half a year’s time, sister will turn thirteen, and by then, brother won’t be able to hold sister’s hand anymore... Growing up is truly not so great, in the past when we were younger, we would sleep together, bathe together, brother often carried sister on his back, and wiped sister’s nose..."