Chapter 614 Daya is here

The days passed by as Erya was busy preparing and Lu Qinniang was busy without knowing about it.

Erya used the excuse of expanding trade routes and setting up a new shop to drag Yunting out early and back late all day long, directing people to move in and out various "goods" - in fact, they were red silk, wedding candles, exquisite utensils and items for decorating the new house in the future.

Lu Qiniang occasionally glanced at it, but she just thought it was Erya's business matter, and she reminded her not to work too hard and stopped asking.

Yun Ting naturally would not leak the secret.

But he joked with Erya, "If I want to marry you in the future, I'll probably have to empty the Duke's Mansion."

"Then don't marry her." Erya was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"No, keeping the silver won't produce any offspring."

"I won't give birth to a baby either." Erya said unhappily.

"I don't want you to give birth."

Arya was counting the number of red lanterns and was annoyed by him. "Move aside, where was I counting just now?"

The two of them don’t even know whether they have a future together, so there’s no point in talking about all this nonsense.

Then she heard Yun Ting whisper, "My mother sacrificed her life, isn't that enough?"

Erya felt sad.

For Yun Ting, not having a mother is a regret that cannot be compensated by mountains of gold and silver.

"Don't worry." Yun Ting said seriously, "I'll get a child from outside and say it's mine. No one will dare to question it."

Erya: "...Wouldn't that mess up the bloodline?"

Even if I don't have children in the future, shouldn't I be adopted from the clan?

"So what? Adoption is a mess among relatives. It's better to adopt someone from outside and save trouble. But it's not too early. Let's wait until we are forty years old."

Without children, he would enjoy happiness for the first twenty years.

"You still have your grandmother and your great-grandmother, they are all looking forward to..."

"They have a lot of things they want. I can't satisfy them in everything; I just try to make up for it in other ways."

Erya was silent for a moment and said nothing more.

She didn't say anything more, as if she was already planning her married life with Yun Ting.

"My dad will definitely support me."

Yun Ting was very sure of this.

The thing his father regretted most in his life was probably getting his mother pregnant and then losing her forever.

"I think my mother risked her life to give birth to me and pave the way for my future." Yun Ting lowered his eyes, his lips clearly smiling, but with an unspeakable sadness, "I'll take you to kowtow to my mother later."

Thanks to her, they can be independent and still be accepted in their fertility journey.

"Let's not talk about that anymore," Yun Ting changed the subject. "You chose these, they're all your favorites. I've remembered them all."

"No. I chose it, not my favorite, but the most expensive one."

This wedding was originally secular.

Then let everyone know that mother deserves the most expensive thing in the secular sense.

"I'll also choose the most expensive one for you."

"I don't need anything." Arya said after a moment's silence, "I just hope that if we can be together, it won't make my family or myself feel bad."

She has everything.

I only love freedom.

"Don't worry, you'll understand when you return to Beijing. No one is suffering."

Yun Ting prepared a "big gift" for Erya.

"Forget it, you help me count the lanterns, I'll go see if the new money is ready." Erya handed the paper and pen directly to Yun Ting.

She planned to exchange it for one thousand taels of silver in new copper coins and give them out on her wedding day.

That could pile up like a mountain, and she only wanted new money, so it was quite a hassle.

"Well, we'll have to find someone to maintain order." Yun Ting reminded her, "On such a happy occasion, we don't want a stampede. It's unlucky. Forget it, I'll take care of that. You just worry about your own things."

"good."

A month later, one afternoon, Lu Qiniang was mending Xiaoman's clothes in the yard under the sun when she suddenly heard a commotion outside the door, mixed with a familiar, long-lost call:

"Mom! Mom! We're coming!"

The needle and thread in Lu Qiniang's hand fell to the ground with a "click" - it was Daya's voice!

She almost stumbled to the door.

She saw several dusty carriages parked outside the door, and the first person to jump out was Daya, the woman she had been thinking about day and night.

But Lu Qin's mother's tears suddenly came out.

Because Daya is too thin.

How did she become so thin!

Her originally round cheeks were gone, her chin was pointed, and her neck was so thin that it seemed like it would break if bent.

The loose dress swayed loosely on her body, and only her eyes were still bright and steady, but the moment she saw her mother, they were quickly filled with tears.

"Mom!" Daya rushed forward a few steps, her knees softened and she was about to kneel down, her voice choked and hoarse.

Lu Qiniang helped her up, hugged her in her arms and cried, "How did you become so thin! Daya, my Daya has suffered so much."

The huge business in the capital city all fell on Daya's shoulders.

Especially when it comes to running a school or an academy, from a few hundred students to thousands of students, there are matters big and small, a myriad of difficult problems, raising money, hiring famous teachers... Which one is not a heavy burden, weighing heavily on her shoulders?

Day after day of exhausting herself and night after night of working at the desk have made Daya so thin.

Lu Qiniang was extremely distressed.

"Mom, I'm an unfilial daughter. I haven't been by your side for so many years."

Daya felt that the only person she felt sorry for over the years was her mother.

"Silly child! Silly child!" Lu Qin's mother sobbed and stroked her daughter's thin cheeks again and again. "Mother is here. Mother will make soup for you to nourish your body and restore all the weight you have lost!"

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly at the door, infecting everyone around them.

"That's enough, mother," Erya said with a smile, "It's a good thing for the family to be together. Stop crying. Aunt Jiang is here too. Who is this? Is this my fourth sister?"

Jiang Yi stood nearby, holding the hand of a little girl of about six or seven years old.

The little girl was wearing a brand new crabapple red brocade jacket with golden butterflies and patterns. The collar, cuffs and edges of the lapels were trimmed with a circle of fluffy and soft snow-white fur, which made her little face look even more delicate and picturesque, and her face was radiant and bright.

Her eyes were large and dark, her eye sockets much deeper than those of children in the Central Plains, and her long, thick, curled eyelashes were now slightly drooping.

Her nose is straight and delicate, and her lips are a natural cherry pink, as plump as a newly opened flower bud.

Her cheeks were full, and her skin was delicate, fair, and as smooth as a baby's. In the cool air of early winter, only the tip of her nose and her earlobes were stained with a little bit of extremely elegant pink, like a halo on white jade.

She stood quietly beside Jiang Yi, her small back straight, with good manners ingrained in her bones.

"Go ahead." Jiang Yi said with a smile, "Let your mother like you well."

Si Ya then stepped forward, looked at Lu Qin's mother, and with a bit of shyness, raised her head and called out "Mom" obediently.

Lu Qi's mother forgot to cry. She let go of Daya and bent down to pick up her little daughter. "My dear, how can I love you enough!"

So pretty and well-behaved!