Farm Girl's Manor

Mo Yan knew the clothes she wore were valuable, yet she did not realize they were Tribute Satin, which could not be bought for any amount of silver. Seeing how easily Chen Ji was threatened into submission, showing a look of apprehension, she was puzzled. Not knowing that it was the Tribute Satin on her body that had gotten them out of the current trouble, she was determined to prepare a generous gift to properly thank Yan Junyu, who had given her the satin.

In the end, amidst Chen Ji’s gloom, Mrs. Du’s hesitations, and Chen Shanshan’s reluctant cries, the sisters walked out of the Cloth Shop calmly and departed in their carriage.

Once out of Jing City, Mo Yan loosened the reins and climbed into the carriage. Da HongZao, the horse pulling the cart, knowingly followed the smoothest part of the road and cleverly made way for oncoming carriages to avoid collisions that could startle the two ladies inside.

In the carriage, Xin Er leaned against the wall, silently watching out the window. If it were any other time, she would have already been hugging her sister’s arm and chattering away.

Mo Yan silently sighed and gently took Xin Er’s hand, meeting her troubled gaze and softly said, "Ask what you want to ask. Whatever sister knows, I’ll tell you."

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Xin Er bit her lip, seemingly finding it difficult to speak. After a long while, she hesitantly asked, "She... is she that woman?"

Mo Yan gently tapped her forehead, disapprovingly saying, "What do you mean ’that woman’? No matter what, she is the mother who gave birth to you and raised you. It’s only right to refer to her as ’mother’!"

"No!" Xin Er stood up abruptly, hitting her head hard on the carriage ceiling without care, and cried out to Mo Yan excitedly, "She’s not my mother. I don’t have such a mother, and I will never acknowledge her, never—"

Mo Yan did not expect Xin Er’s reaction to be so strong. She quickly pulled her to sit down and rubbed the spot on her head where she had bumped it, saying with pity, "Alright, alright, if she’s not, then she’s not. Don’t get worked up; I won’t talk about it anymore."

Xin Er stared blankly at her sister, that tender look in her eyes, that indulgence she had seen all her life. No matter how hard the past days had been, no matter how much ridicule and insults they endured, as long as she was looked at with such eyes, all the grievances and dissatisfaction in her heart seemed to disappear without a trace. She remained a content and happy girl.