Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

The family tacitly moved on from the topic, then had dinner at the old master and mistress's house in the main courtyard before returning home to rest.

After removing her hairpins and jewelry, Yinyin leaned against the couch, letting Chunrui massage her head.

With her eyes closed, her thoughts wandered involuntarily.

She gave so many reasons in front of Yu Miaoqi and Zhan Zheng today, but there is still one very important point that she did not say.

That means the Sixth Prince was right; there was always a fire burning in her heart, a fire of resentment.

Although the gods had faded her past emotions and memories, Yin Yin still remembered the general things. Some things were almost etched into her bones, things she wanted to ignore but couldn't completely ignore.

She had originally prepared herself to live a stable life, one that Zhan Zheng and Yu Miaoqi had planned out for her, a life from which she could see the end at a glance.

However, the appearance of the sixth prince disrupted the balance she had carefully maintained.

It's not that she particularly liked the Sixth Prince, but rather that his status offered her a different possibility.

Should she remain a pampered girl who is always protected, or should she turn the tables and protect Yu Miaoqi, thus helping Zhan Zheng?

Yin Yin's ambition told her that she wanted to choose the latter.

As an ordinary person, she felt there was nothing wrong with being a canary. But having the golden crow totem etched into her heart, she longed to be the sun in the sky.

If there isn't a suitable opportunity, that's one thing, but if there is an opportunity, and you still don't seize it...

Yinyin heard the sound of the lamp flame exploding, opened her eyes, and looked at the candlelight.

Seeing that she hadn't rested, Chunrui couldn't help but smile and say, "Miss, the lamp wick just lit up; it's an auspicious sign."

Yinyin chuckled: "How is that a good omen? Go and check if you accidentally spilled some water in there."

“Nobody touched it, so how could it get wet?” Chunrui helped Yinyin up first before going over to check.

"Trim the wick a little shorter," Yin Yin yawned. "I'm going to rest now, it doesn't need to be this bright."

Upon hearing this, Chunrui didn't pick up the scissors first. Instead, she went back to help Yinyin fall asleep before going back to use the scissors to cut off the excessively long wick.

Almost instantly, the candlelight dimmed, and once the lush curtains were drawn, everything became even more difficult to see.

Just before falling asleep, Yin Yin suddenly remembered that she had only talked about her own affairs today and forgot to ask Zhan Zheng what exactly happened with Wang Yingman.

The next day was not Zhan Zheng's day off, so Yin Yin only sent someone to visit Wang Yingman on her behalf, and then patiently waited for Zhan Zheng to return after his shift.

However, she wasn't idle.

She happened to have a fine piece of amethyst in her storeroom; it wasn't large, but it was rare.

Yinyin had already cut out the entire piece of material and ground it to the appropriate size, but she hadn't started working on it until she had the right tools.

A few days ago, when she was at the estate, the tools were made and delivered, so she was able to start working.

She used to carve her own seals, so when they saw her making things, Dongxin, Chunrui, and the others tactfully didn't disturb her, allowing Yinyin to concentrate fully on completing this destiny chart.

Because she had no formal teacher in this life, in order to pass it on in a reasonable way, Yin Yin paid great attention to its aesthetics in addition to its practicality when drawing the natal chart, and did not carve any special symbols on it.

If someone from the Xuanmen sect saw this, they might guess it was a destiny chart, but most would think it was just something a young girl had made to play with and wouldn't take it seriously.

Yinyin had been busy working on the birth chart since morning, but it wasn't until the afternoon that she was almost finished. The remaining polishing would take a considerable amount of time, so Yinyin put it aside for the time being and went to see Yu Miaoqi first.

When Yu Miaoqi saw her coming, she smiled and asked, "Have you finished everything?"

"Almost done," Yinyin said, somewhat surprised to see her sitting in front of the embroidery frame. "It's been a while since I've seen Mother with her needle and thread. What are you planning to embroider?"

“Embroider a spring scene from one of your paintings,” Yu Miaoqi pointed to a painting that Yinyin had sent to frame earlier, which was displayed on a small table. “I just picked one out at random to use as a pattern, so I can practice.”

Yinyin compared the color blocks that Yu Miaoqi had already embroidered and quickly guessed which one it was. She immediately picked it out and asked it to be hung in Yu Miaoqi's room: "It'll be easier for Mother to compare it if it's placed like this."

After saying that, Yinyin leaned forward again: "I'll draw a line for Mother."

“I just embroider casually, there’s no need for lines, just make the threads a little thinner,” Yu Miaoqi said, then couldn’t help but sigh, “Now that I’m getting older, I can’t do many delicate things anymore. I’ve only embroidered a few stitches before my back or eyes start to hurt.”

“Mother will sit here when she feels like it, and if she feels uncomfortable, she will put it down,” Yinyin said, and then carefully examined her face for a few more moments. “Mother says it’s because she’s getting old, but to me, she still looks as beautiful as before.”

“You’ve certainly had your share of honeyed words,” Yu Miaoqi instructed Hongfu, “bring your young lady a bowl of honey water.”

Hongfu smiled and went to do it, while Yinyin helped Yu Miaoqi cut a few more threads before bringing her some honey water to drink.

At this moment, Yu Miaoqi had already stopped embroidering. Seeing her drinking water, she said, "This is newly delivered rose honey water. The aroma is strong, but it's only slightly sweet. If you like it, take two bottles back with you."

Yinyin didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it directly: "I'm going to take all of Mother's good things."

"There's so much stuff, how could you take it all? Besides, if I don't give it to you and Zheng'er, who else can I give it to?"

Just as Yu Miaoqi mentioned Zhan Zheng, he came in from outside.

Yinyin saw that he had changed out of his official robes and combed his hair again, so she knew that he had already returned to the courtyard.

After they finished dinner together, Yin Yin asked softly, "Brother, I sent Dong Xin to check on Sister-in-law today. Dong Xin said she was lying in bed, the room smelled of medicine, and she didn't seem to have any energy. Is she really sick?"

“I suppose so,” Zhan Zheng said, “but it’s not going to get better.”

Yinyin raised an eyebrow: "You've already told them?"

Zhan Zheng nodded: "The doctor treating Wang Yingman now is someone the Wang family hired."

Yinyin looked up at him, her face still showing some lingering shock: "A doctor sent by the Wang family?"

“Yes,” Zhan Zheng half-opened his folding fan to hide the smile on his lips, “Who told Wang Yingman to be so bold but unlucky? She ran into her own father while secretly meeting her lover.”

Yinyin's eyes lit up, urging him to continue.

Zhan Zheng was in a good mood and continued to say to her, "Originally, if things had just been like this, the Wang family would definitely have suppressed it, but it just so happened that I came to the capital with the Sixth Prince."

"Although the Sixth Prince was just passing through and left quickly, Prime Minister Wang cannot treat him the same way as before in front of me."

Yinyin asked, "Didn't Wang Yingman make a scene on the spot?"

“How could she dare?” Zhan Zheng unfolded his fan completely. “I told Prime Minister Wang directly that I am willing to grant Wang Yingman’s wish to be with her lover, but the reputation of my Zhan family cannot be damaged.”

"Now, it is Wang Xiang himself who has arranged for his daughter to fake her death."