Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

Grandfather Sangui was fifty-nine years old this year and was still relatively robust, though he did appear significantly older. Compared to Old Duke Liang, who was eight years his senior, he looked much older, resembling someone’s elder brother. Next to Prince Consort Pan, who was the same age, the difference was even more striking, as if he was someone’s uncle.

Qian Sangui looked affectionately at his children and chuckled, "Grandpa missed you all so much, I couldn’t wait to see Yixiu and my great-grandchildren."

Influenced by Pan Yue in the past, the Qian family expressed their affection quite straightforwardly. Old Duke Liang, having dealt with them for many years, was still somewhat unaccustomed to this. Seeing Qian Sangui’s demeanor, he quickly picked up his teacup and took a couple of sips to clear his throat.

Qian Yijing asked, "Sister, weren’t you saying that the three princesses were coming to the countryside to play? Why didn’t they come with you?"

At this time, Qian Yijing was showing her pregnancy slightly, wearing a sky-blue jacket embroidered with green calyx plum patterns and a light blue pleated long skirt scattered with flower patterns. Her previously melon-seed face had turned into an oval face, now with a double chin. At this moment, she had lost the ethereal beauty of her youth and instead exuded the joy and charm of soon becoming a mother.

Yixiu smiled and said, "They’ll come a few days later." She lowered her voice and added, "I heard ’he’ is coming to escape the summer heat; they will arrive with him."

Old Duke Liang pointed upwards with his index finger, startled, "You mean, ’He’?"

Yixiu nodded.

Qian Sangui sighed, "No wonder there has been such coming and going in the Chrysanthemum Courtyard these past few days; it turns out ’He’ is coming. Indeed, we need to take precautions."