Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 1220 - 1130: The Female Chancellor 68

Being carried for a long time is also very uncomfortable, especially lying down which can press on the heart, and Yin Shuangshuang already has a severe heart condition.

These days, Yin Shuangshuang kept her eyes closed, seemingly unconscious, lying on Yan Yi’s back, constantly absorbing spiritual energy, though unfortunately, the world is scarce in spiritual energy.

Yin Shuangshuang’s already slim body quickly wasted away further, her lips cracked and peeled, her mind constantly shrouded in fog, and a mild fever began to rise.

Wang Zhongxuan was very anxious, repeatedly insisting that Yin Shuangshuang see a doctor, but in the end, Yin Shuangshuang cleverly evaded discussions to persist in their journey.

Looking at the emaciated Yin Shuangshuang, Wang Zhongxuan felt both guilt and emotion in his heart.

As a grandfather, he never cherished this granddaughter for even a day. His cherished daughter, granddaughters, grandsons, none thought of him when he was trapped in Heavenly Prison, even severing ties with him.

Only this granddaughter, who did not grow up by his side and to whom he owed much, came to rescue him with all her heart, now exhausting her efforts just to safely bring him home.

He’s already halfway into his grave; it’s truly not worth it for a girl in her prime like Yin Shuangshuang to risk such hardship for him.

At this moment, Wang Zhongxuan even thought it might be better if he were dead, dead so he wouldn’t burden Yin Shuangshuang, making her suffer outside, constantly facing the threat of being pursued and killed.

Even though Yin Shuangshuang was in a fog, she still immediately sensed something was off about Wang Zhongxuan, as he had been speaking very little recently, and his eyes occasionally flashed with a lifeless, resolute look.

Yin Shuangshuang easily guessed what Wang Zhongxuan was thinking. Though she’s very ill, she doesn’t have the mental energy to conduct a long-winded discussion to console Wang Zhongxuan about not thinking too negatively.

At dusk, the group stopped to rest by a small river, Yan Yi went to find firewood and fetch water, came back to light the fire, preparing to cook some wild vegetable porridge.

Pretending to be disaster victims, they naturally couldn’t secretly eat well to avoid exposing themselves; they ate whatever the disaster victims ate.

The only difference was that they always carried a small bag of black flour, sprinkling some into the wild vegetable porridge each time, secretly adding a bit of salt; the salt was to help boost strength.

This concoction was, of course, incredibly hard to swallow; at first, everyone found it inedible, but after walking all day with an empty stomach, nobody had the heart to fuss over taste anymore, as long as it filled the belly.

Luo Linlang holding a rough porcelain bowl, drinking the unpalatable wild vegetable porridge inside, lost the lavish lifestyle, still had to travel hard daily, yet felt an uncommon peace of mind.

Luo Linlang always wanted to escape the identity of an Oiran, live a dignified life; she disliked the scrutinizing eyes of others, and hated the lustful looks men gave her.

But Luo Linlang was just an ordinary girl, aside from the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to please men, she knew nothing else.

Before everyone left, Yin Shuangshuang once asked Luo Linlang if she wanted to marry Fang Yong; if she was willing, Yin Shuangshuang would stay an extra two days, arrange for Luo Linlang to marry Fang Yong, hold a wedding, then leave.

But Luo Linlang did not wish to marry Fang Yong; Fang Yong was no different from the men seen in the brothel, certainly not a good match.

Therefore, Luo Linlang refused, saying she wanted to follow Yin Shuangshuang, because during this period, Yin Shuangshuang’s commanding presence makes Luo Linlang envious and longing, she wanted to become a woman similar to Yin Shuangshuang.

Fortunately, Yin Shuangshuang agreed, thinking it inconvenient having only men around, there were things easier if a woman could assist her.

Besides, Luo Linlang seemed quite good to Yin Shuangshuang, intelligent, understanding, the most crucial being her self-reliance aspiration.

Luo Linlang didn’t possess the prevailing thought among women of viewing the husband as heaven, relying entirely on a man her whole life, this was exceedingly rare and captivating to Yin Shuangshuang.

Thus, Yin Shuangshuang wanted to see if she could cultivate Luo Linlang, because if successful, there’d be someone to help share the burden.

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By the river, Wang Zhongxuan sat on a rock, indifferent to his image, staring blankly at the water surface, Yin Shuangshuang covered her mouth, coughed twice, walked over and sat beside Wang Zhongxuan.

"Grandfather, what are you thinking?"

Wang Zhongxuan heard the voice, turned to look at Yin Shuangshuang, seeing her pale, thin face, a hint of worry flashed between his brows: "Grandfather is not thinking about anything, you’re sick now, don’t come to the river, it’s cold by the water."

Yin Shuangshuang coughed twice more, pulled her tattered clothes tighter, suddenly shifted the topic: "Grandfather, did you know, mother misses you very much."

The sudden change of topic left Wang Zhongxuan momentarily stunned, then he fell silent.

Yin Shuangshuang continued on her own: "Mother never wanted to go back, it’s not because she resents grandfather, it’s because mother is scared.

She fears the inner courtyard struggles, so mother would rather choose to live with father, be an ordinary farmer’s wife, rather than a lady of the house.

Mother has always felt guilty, ashamed that her fear of courtyard conflicts made her hide her whereabouts, causing grandfather to endure the pain of losing a daughter.

Mother is very innocent; she doesn’t understand officialdom’s intrigues, nor the political masks of being an official, the importance of the Qi Family, she only knows she was sold so far away, not being found is normal.

Upon hearing you had trouble, mother was disoriented daily; a pot she meant to cook got burnt through, she scalded her hand pouring tea.

When mother spoke of you, all she mentioned were the affections from childhood to adulthood, every bit remembered, filled with admiration and attachment to father.

In mother’s heart, you always remained that doting father to her, never changing.

When I came to the Capital City, I promised mother I would bring you back safely."

Yin Shuangshuang stood up, looking down at Wang Zhongxuan whose eyes reflected shock, complexity, guilt, and longing, softly said: "Grandfather, don’t let my efforts be in vain."

With that, Yin Shuangshuang turned and left, leaving behind Wang Zhongxuan, who covered his face with trembling hands.

Wang Zhongxuan had felt before that the granddaughter Yin Shuangshuang wasn’t close to him, so he often wondered why she expended so much effort to rescue him.

Now he finally knew the reason, Yin Shuangshuang did so not for him, but for her mother, the daughter he owed greatly.

Wang Zhongxuan shamefully hid his eyes, at that time, he was a Prime Minister; for career, for reputation, to avoid attacks for failing to manage the courtyard, he suppressed the news of substitute marriage, he had half abandoned that daughter.