Chapter 638 - 317 Zhu Suji_3
The Little Monk was pulled by her to the Wangjiang Building. Pan Yue was on the ground floor, making undergarments for Qian Manjiang by the window. Because her movements were skilled, she seldom looked at the needle and thread in her hands, her gaze mostly on Mingming and Jingjing who were circling around her. Her eyes were gentle, her demeanor peaceful, and the corners of her lips curved upwards. The naivety and clarity from the past decade were gone, replaced by a mature charm that made her seem even more beautiful and tender.
Pan Yue saw the Little Monk being pulled in by Qian Yixiu, his eyes red as if he had just cried. She immediately stood up in a panic and asked, "Hongji, what’s wrong? Tell Auntie, who bullied you?" Before she could finish, her heart ached so much that her eyes reddened.
The Little Monk came over and hugged Pan Yue, resting his chin on her shoulder, and spoke with a hoarse voice, "Auntie, I really want to call you Mother. If my mother were still alive, she would surely be as gentle as you, treat me as well as you do, make clothes for me, care for me, and would cry out of heartache if she knew I was upset..."
Thinking of the mother he had never met, the Little Monk’s tears streamed down again.
Pan Yue’s heart ached even more upon hearing this, she said with a choked voice, "Yes, if Hongji wishes, from now on you can call Auntie Mother. Auntie loves you, loves having you as her son."
Qian Yixiu also shed tears.
Although Jingjing didn’t understand why they were crying, seeing her mother and sister and Big Brother Hongji cry made her sad too. She ran to the side of Pan Yue and the Little Monk, hugging each of their legs and began to cry.
After a while, the group stopped crying, pacified by Sister-in-law Huang and other Servants.
Qian Yixiu and the Little Monk tacitly kept the secret that the Little Monk was the son of the Former Crown Prince. Now that Pan Yue’s illness had just recovered, they didn’t want to burden her with worries. The Emperor had that kind of intention, so they dared not reveal it even more; if the news got out, the Little Monk’s life would be in danger.
At noon, a vegetarian feast was arranged in the Wangjiang Building, including the Little Monk’s favorite dishes.