She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 581 - 580: Giving You My Life, What’s Feeding You in Comparison
Xiaocong thought the auntie before him looked very strange, always hiding behind this uncle and secretly sizing him up with her eyes.
He furrowed his handsome brows.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw a figure dart out from inside the door, extremely eager.
"Oh my young master, how could you come out to open the door without saying a word, you really scared me to death," the nanny had just heard Xiaocong’s voice inside the door and got so frightened that her soul nearly left her, so she immediately rushed out.
"Nanny." Xiaocong obediently called out.
The nanny, with her heart still pounding, saw two people at the door and pulled Xiaocong behind her, looking at Wu Bie and the others with a vigilant face.
"Who might you two be?"
Wu Bie clasped his hands in a salute, "I am Wu Bie, and this is my sworn sister, coming to visit Lady Yan."
"Do you have a visiting card?" The nanny looked at the strangers before her, having never seen them before, "Our elderly madam always recites sutras and prays, and she hardly socializes with anyone in the Qin State. If you two do not have a visiting card, please go back first."
For a moment, Wu Bie was in a difficult position.
He couldn’t say that his sworn sister was actually your Yan family’s young miss. With so many eyes at the main entrance, he feared there could be spies from other countries.
"The elderly madam wholeheartedly devotes herself to Buddhism, and I happen to have a string of Buddhist beads to offer her. Please, would you help convey this to her," Yan Wanqing took off a strand of glistening white beads from her wrist and handed them over. They were clearly not common objects.
The nanny took them and said, "Please wait here at the door."
With that, she took Xiaocong by the hand and headed inside.
Xiaocong kept looking back, eyes filled with curiosity, trying to catch a glimpse of Yan Wanqing behind Wu Bie, but Yan Wanqing hid herself very thoroughly.
Once the main door closed.
Wu Bie pulled her out forcibly.
"That’s your son, why are you hiding?"
Yan Wanqing’s palms were sweaty, "I..."
"All the way here you talked about how much you missed your son, and now you’re here you’ve turned into a coward. Yan Wanqing, you’ve really outdone yourself," Wu Bie scolded, frustrated with her.
Yan Wanqing twisted her hands, "...afraid he won’t like me."
"What child wouldn’t like their own birth mother? Awan, you’re letting your concern muddle your judgement," Wu Bie sighed deeply, shaking his head helplessly, "There is an unbreakable bond between mother and child. Didn’t you see that he kept wanting to look at you just now?"
On a normal day, Yan Wanqing would probably have retorted, but this was a new experience for her, and she felt somewhat at a loss.
Worried that her child would resent her for leaving him behind for three years.
Wondering how to explain why his father didn’t come back with her.
These problems were too complex for Yan Wanqing to know how to explain them to a child from their perspective.
"You’re overthinking it, making every problem complicated. Awan, you really make life difficult for yourself," Wu Bie disapproved of Yan Wanqing’s way of life.
Yan Wanqing was about to reply when she heard hurried footsteps from inside, followed by the teary-eyed nanny opening the door.
She forcibly suppressed her excitement and surveyed the scene outside the gate.
Then she said in a hushed voice, "The elderly madam has commanded, please come over to the manor for a talk."
As soon as the door closed.
The nanny burst into tears, "Your servant has seen the young miss!"
Yan Wanqing quickly stepped forward to support her, her own voice becoming choked up.
"Please get up." After three years away, the nanny had cared for her child for nearly a thousand nights, and Yan Wanqing was genuinely grateful to the nursemaid before her.
The nanny was helped up, covered her face and smiled, "The elderly madam was thrilled upon seeing the Buddhist beads, please follow your servant inside quickly, young miss, everyone has been waiting for you." She also looked towards Wu Bie, "And this gentleman who has returned the young miss, you must come as well. The elderly madam said we must not slight him."
Following the nanny, Yan Wanqing looked around the manor, every corner exuding the familiar feeling of Township Manor from years ago. Her mother must have had a hard time these three years.
Yan Wanqing felt herself unfilial.
Her mother had repeatedly advised her to think twice, but she had gone her own way, and now she was returning home in said state... Yan Wanqing’s heart tightened, uncertain whether her mother would still blame her.
"Young miss, we’re here." The nanny stood at the doorway, clasped her hands and bowed.
Yan Wanqing subconscious clenched her fists and crossed the threshold without hesitation, walking in.
On the main seat in the hall sat a beautiful older woman with white hair, gentle eyes glistening with tears, her hands clutching a string of white jade beads, her whole aura faintly exuding a Buddhist light. It was none other than the former lady of Township Manor, Sun Qinglian!
At her lower seat, there were Yan Li’an and Yan Hongzhao, who had just arrived home, covered in the dust of travel, and now all eyes were on Yan Wanqing.
She was only wearing a thin human skin mask at this moment. Looking up at the beautiful woman seated in the high position, she raised her hand to tear off the mask from her face, revealing her true appearance.
"It’s my Wanqing, my daughter!" Sun Qinglian suddenly stood up from her chair, her string of pearls breaking instantaneously from her wrist and scattering on the ground, making a crisp tinkling sound.
Yan Wanqing’s eyes reddened as she threw herself into her mother’s embrace.
When she was tightly hugged by her mother, she felt as though she had been reborn once again in a daze.
Never to leave her mother or her siblings again.
She would never leave again!
"My child has been unfilial, causing mother to worry and be frightened," Yan Wanqing’s eyes welled up with tears as she saw her mother’s head full of white hair, her throat painfully constricted.
Sun Qinglian patted her back, "It’s good you’ve come back, it’s good you’ve come back."
On the day when it was known that Yan Wanqing had died, Sun Qinglian’s black hair turned white overnight. Thankfully, the heavens pitied her and finally returned her daughter to her. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
"Sister!" Yan Hongzhao rushed over and tightly hugged the two, crying like a child.
Standing to the side, Yan Li’an and Wu Bie exchanged glances with each other, similarly with moistened eyes.
In this age of frequent separations and reunions, the luxury of being with one’s family seemed like a wild fantasy.
If one were just a commoner without any possessions, even if they survived, the hope of seeing their family again once separated was almost nil.
So, Yan Wanqing was still fortunate.
Before the evening meal, Sun Qinglian’s hand kept holding onto Yan Wanqing’s.
It wasn’t until they were seated for dinner that she finally let go. Yan Wanqing obediently sat by her mother’s side, just as if she were back in Township Manor years ago.
At this time, Li Chengxiang and Shen Shuyun had also returned home. Seeing Yan Wanqing who had returned from the dead, both were overwhelmed with excitement, and the sisters embraced in yet another wave of emotions.
"Go wash your faces, dinner is about to start," Yan Hongzhao said, the most composed, smiling at the two of them.
At this moment, the nanny carried over a small figure from afar. Sun Qinglian turned to Yan Wanqing, "Your son, you surely haven’t forgotten him, have you?"
Yan Wanqing had already been staring in that direction, her heart now skipping a beat, a tingling sensation spreading from the tip of her heart, involuntarily making her eyes well up with tears once again.
Yan Congze struggled out of the nanny’s arms.
He ran and plunged into Sun Qinglian’s embrace, "Grandmother~"
Sun Qinglian scooped him up into her arms, and Yan Congze curiously looked at Yan Wanqing beside him, "Grandmother, who is she?" She’s so pretty.
Facing the twinkling eyes, the mother too looked over with her gaze.
Yan Wanqing’s heart suddenly softened.
She looked earnestly at Yan Congze, extending her fair palm in front of him, "Hello, my name is Yan Wanqing, I am your mother."
She had already learned of the child’s name from her elder brother; Congze, Congze, her brother had chosen a nice-sounding name.
Yan Congze tilted his head, first looking at Sun Qinglian, and seeing his grandmother did not speak, he then turned his gaze back to Yan Wanqing’s face.
"Are you really my birth mother?" His little face was very serious.
Yan Wanqing nodded her head, "Absolutely."
"Then why didn’t you hug me just now at the door?" His baby voice questioned earnestly, and Xiaocong suddenly pouted his little mouth, crying out loud, "Does mother perhaps not like Congze?"
This cry startled Yan Wanqing so much that a secret sweat broke out on her forehead.
This was serious!
The cry was so heartfelt it was as if she would give half her life away in response.
"Like you? How could mother not like you," Yan Wanqing said, her hands naturally reaching out to pick up Xiaocong into her embrace. By the time she realized it, the child was already sitting on her lap.
She was momentarily dazed.
Xiaocong wiped all his snot and tears on Yan Wanqing’s clothes, "Then mother feed me tonight."
"Of course!" My life for you, what’s feeding in comparison?
Yan Wanqing agreed too quickly, not noticing the expressions of the nursemaid and everyone around the table, even her own elder brother raised his eyebrows.
Only Wu Bie looked on with a kindly smile.
