Chapter 367 - 367: It’s Good That the Gift Arrives
Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âMy goodness, Madam Qiao has kept this matter well hidden.â
âDonât talk about it to others. My mother said that blood relations donât make much difference. She treats us all as her own. With such a good mother, the distinction between blood and non-blood relatives doesnât matter.â
âIn all these years, you never thought about finding your biological parents?â
âYes, it is the right thing to do. Seeking them out would only hurt my motherâs feelings.â
âNo wonder that man keeps coming to you. It turns out you are related by blood, and he might feel a connection with you.â
Lingâer snorted, âDream on. Thereâs not a single good person in the Tian family. My mother carried me for ten months, went through the gates of the afterlife for me, and nurtured me into an adult. Why should I let him benefit from it?â âThat makes sense.â
âI will never acknowledge him in this lifetime. In the future, Iâll leave a lesson for my children and grandchildren, strictly prohibiting any interaction with families surnamed Tian from Peach Blossom Village. We are sworn enemies!â âYou are truly Madam Qiaoâs daughter, with a temperament that despises evil!â
âItâs snowing. Shall we go to the teahouse and have a cup of milk tea while watching the snow?â
âSure.â
Along with her teacher and the two maids, Lingâer went to Qiaoâs Small Eatery. The warm atmosphere inside was almost full of people.
Shopkeeper Feng personally came forward when he saw the young mistress.
âWe donât have private rooms here. Otherwise, I would have arranged one for you. Itâs a bit messy. Hope you donât mind.â
âNo, itâs lively.â
They sat in a spot near the window, watching the snowfall outside. The table was filled with snacks, and the servers brought four cups of milk tea.
Lingâer took a sip. âHmm, it tastes familiar. Not bad.â
âThe recipe hasnât changed. The method is the same. Are Shopkeeper Niu in the capital doing well?â
âNot bad, heâs just as busy as here.â
âBeing busy is good. I heard that you will be getting married in March?â
Lingâer nodded, and Shopkeeper Feng gave a deep bow. âThen let me congratulate the young lady on her upcoming marriage!â
Blushing, Lingâer said, âThank you. Give everyone a red envelope of five taels of silver, and yours is ten taels.â
âThank you, young lady.â
âYou can go back to work.â
Lingâer planned to leave on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. The people in the town knew about her impending marriage. After the New Yearâs gifts, many congratulatory gifts followed.
Since the wedding was far away, they couldnât attend. Gifts were enough.
Lingâer accepted them without hesitation.
In recent years, due to the emergence of an honorary prince in Tianshui Town, the town was talked about as having good Feng Shui.
Many business people came to join in, making it several times larger than when Qiao Mai first settled here. Even with heavy snowfall, pedestrians in the town kept coming and going.
No one dared to cause trouble in Tianshui Town, whether living here or doing business. It felt exceptionally peaceful.
Meanwhile, Qiao Mai would visit the ski area and sit in the wooden cabin, enjoying tea and the snowy scenery outside.
Greeny appeared. âMaster, you have the space. Why donât you go there to enjoy the view?â
âI built this place with my hands, with effort and the laughter of children.â âAre you saying the space lacks human touch?â
âStop twisting my words. By the way, every once in a while, replenish the rice in the shop. Didnât you say the warehouse is almost full?â
âThatâs true. People follow the trend. Just because someone said our rice is delicious, they bought a lot in ten days. Youâre selling it too cheaply; this is spiritual rice.â
âSpiritual rice is worthless if no one eats it. Besides, who can afford it if we sell at the price of the immortal realm? Itâs more expensive than regular rice.â
âBut this is the result of my hard work.â
âShould we stop selling it then?â
The master and servant argued back and forth. Just as they were talking, the steward arrived.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âThe Song family also sent New Yearâs gifts. Should we accept them?â
âNo, reject it and send it back. We canât afford such relatives. Remember, no matter who from the Song family comes, donât let them in.â
The steward left, and Qiao Mai went out of the ski area, locked the courtyard door, and visited Jiamei.
Once the men in the family were occupied with their duties, only the two mistresses remained home.
Jiameiâs belly was growing larger, prompting Qiao Mai to visit occasionally.
Upon reaching Jiameiâs place, she found her nibbling on a large apple. Seeing her mother-in-law, Jiamei hurriedly tried to get off the bed.
âEnough, donât get up with that belly of yours.â
âMother, please have a seat.â
âItâs almost seven months now. I calculated the dates, and itâs right around
March. I hope your delivery date doesnât coincide with Lingâer.â
âWell, wouldnât that be a double celebration?â
âFortunately, weâre marrying off a daughter. No need to entertain guests.â
âFather said all courtiers are to attend the princeâs grand wedding. Are we going?â
âNo, our family doesnât follow the custom of the brideâs family going to the groomâs family.â
Qiao Mai reached out and touched her belly. âDo you want a son or a daughter?â
âA son. Itâs not that I donât want a daughter, but we only have Chuanâer. Having a few more sons will deter anyone from bullying them.â âIf a woman is strong, she wonât be bullied either.â
âWomen like Mother are rare in this world.â
âThatâs because they are raised from birth with the doctrine of being a good wife and mother. If you let them learn martial arts from a young age, they can also go to the battlefield.â
âRegardless of sons or daughters, I will bear more for the Qiao family.â
âAlright, Iâll use the best medicine to keep you in good health.â
With Lingâer not at home, Qiao Mai wandered around the house. After checking on Jiamei, she headed to Old Mistress Wangâs place.
âGrandmother, didnât you bring Jiaru back?â
âShe said sheâs doing well over there. Now that sheâs changed her appearance, the Old Princess Consort likes her. The prince is treating her well. She wonât be coming back.â
âAs long as sheâs doing well.â
At this moment, a red cat jumped down from the roof and rushed into the house, meowing loudly at Old Mistress Wang.
She carefully examined it. âIsnât this the cat that went with Ruâer?â
Qiao Mai frowned. She put her hand on the catâs head and soon saw many images.
It turned out the cat was asking for help!
Qiao Mai stood up with a swish. âGrandfather, Grandmother, get dressed and prepare the carriage to Prince Shunqinâs mansion. Iâll head over first.â
âGirl, whatâs going on?â
âJiatu is in trouble.â
After saying this, she disappeared in a flash. Old Master and Mistress Wang panicked, immediately ordering someone to prepare the carriage and horses.
Qiao Mai had already arrived at Prince Shunqinâs mansion. With a swift kick, she pushed open the door. Inside, a maid was wiping away tears, startled to her feet.
âWhoâs there?â
âNo need to be afraid. Where is the princess?â
âSheâs⦠Sheâs asleep.â
Qiao Mai rolled her eyes. âSpeak up. Whatâs going on? Why are you crying?â Seeing that it was Qiao Mai, the maid gathered some courage.
âAbout a month ago, Miss Jiaru started feeling fatigued, but it wasnât noticeable. Later on, she could sleep for almost twelve hours every day. But for the past few days, sheâs been sleeping longer. She hasnât woken up since yesterday.â
âDo they know about this?â
âYes. They even sent for the imperial physician but couldnât determine anything. They suggested observing her for a while.â
Qiao Mai sighed. The wealthier the household, the dirtier the affairs behind the scenes. For favor, power, and status, people resorted to all kinds of means. It seemed that Jiaru had fallen victim to the schemes.
Sitting at the bedside, Qiao Mai took Jiaruâs pulse and examined her eyes.
Honestly, she couldnât discern much if she were an ordinary person. Unfortunately, she was an alchemist, a physician, and a cultivator. The petty tricks at play were beneath her notice.
Although she didnât know the specifics of the poison, she could tell that Jiaru had been poisoned. It was a slow-acting anesthetic, colorless and tasteless, something the imperial physicians wouldnât easily detect..