Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

"Clap clap..."

Xi'er slapped the person a few more times.

The slap was crisp and clear.

She picked up a dead snail with her handkerchief. "Third Miss, it's alright now. The bugs have all been swatted away."

She paused and then said, "These snails don't bite, so you don't really need to be so afraid."

Jiang Zijin: ...

I told you to slap it off, not to slap it to death, and instead, to slap it to death on me.

It's disgusting even if it doesn't bite.

So disgusting!

She lowered her head and straightened her dress, trying to see if she had just lost her composure.

When I raise my arm, my hand hurts, and my whole body aches; it's a burning pain.

The back of my neck is still a bit cold.

I reached out and touched it; it was wet and sticky...

She looked at what was in her hand, then at the mushy, mangled worm on the ground.

I couldn't hold back anymore...

"Wow... Wow..."

……

Jiang Zijin squatted on the ground and vomited violently, feeling as if she had brought up her stomach acid, and her mouth tasted bitter.

She leaned weakly against the maid, looking frail and delicate.

My mother once said that a woman like this is the most endearing.

She looked up and saw that King Jing had taken several steps back, keeping a distance, and was looking at her with disgust.

It's as if she's something dirty.

My heart sank instantly.

Prince Jing actually...disliked her!!

How could this be!

Before I could even react, the little one burst into tears with a loud "Wah!"

The more she cried, the more energetic she became, and the louder she got, attracting the attention of the people admiring the flowers around her.

Jiang Miaomiao really cried this time. She was still scared when she thought about how Jiang Zijin had just thrown her out.

Children's bones are very fragile.

She recalled instances of people dislocating their arms by pulling on a child's hand, being thrown and not caught, and suffering concussions from falls.

If Xi'er hadn't been more skilled, she probably would have lost either a hand or a leg.

I won't do it again. I won't dare to be so reckless next time.

"Miaomiao, are you alright? Were you frightened just now? Did you bump or hurt yourself anywhere?" Prince Jing was flustered and absent-minded, and put the little baby on the ground.

He touched her head. "Does it hurt here?"

Touching her little hands and feet, she asked, "Does it hurt here?"

Xiao Miaomiao must have been frightened when she fell, or she must have bumped into something.

King Jing's gaze toward Jiang Zijin was somewhat cold and sharp.

Indeed, one becomes like the company one keeps.

This girl is quite shrewd...

What older sister who truly loves her younger sister would throw her out just because of a few insects that don't bite?

No, absolutely not!

At least Xue'er wouldn't.

Two summers ago, Xue'er was holding her sleeping nephew under a tree when a green worm suddenly fell from the tree and landed right on the back of her hand.

She was also quite frightened.

But she dared not move, keeping her eyes closed and enduring the pain, until the maid took the insect away and returned her sleeping nephew to his mother before going back to her room to apply medicine.

Afterwards, the back of her hand, which had been bitten by insects, was swollen, but she didn't utter a sound.

Jiang Zijin's gaze swept across King Jing's face, meeting his icy eyes.

I couldn't help but shiver.

Judging from the way Prince Jing looked at her, he not only disliked her, but also loathed her.

This...this is bad!

When Jiang Miaomiao saw her mother and Aunt Xiuxiu running towards her, she cried even louder.

Tears streamed down her face, and she cried so hard she could barely breathe.

She reached out and threw herself into her mother's arms, sobbing as she complained, "Mother, my third sister insisted on holding me and wanted to see my little bamboo tube... So I opened it for her to see, and she... she threw me out... Waaah... I'm so scared..."

Lu Qingyao held her little girl and could feel her body trembling slightly; she was truly frightened.

He gave me a cold look.

Playing the victim won't work.

“Jiang Zijin, Miaomiao is your sister, your blood sister. She is still so young. Even if your mother and I are not on good terms, Miaomiao is none of your business. If you want to hate someone, hate me. How can you lay a hand on a child?”

She had initially thought the child was innocent, and that the little girl's attempt to push Miaomiao into the water was likely instigated by her mother. It seemed she had misunderstood.

Looking into her resentful eyes, I really wanted to send her and her daughter to reunite with Anita Mui.

"I didn't...I didn't..."

Jiang Zijin's pale face flushed red and then paled.

She looked at Prince Jing, trying her best to defend herself, "Brother Jing, I really just thought my little sister was cute and wanted to hug her. It was...it was Fifth Sister who scared me with the bugs, and that's why I lost my grip. I didn't mean to..."

"Third Miss Jiang, don't call me that. My sister doesn't look like you." Prince Jing glanced at her and then looked away, focusing on wiping the cub's tears with a handkerchief.

Jiang Zijin stared in disbelief as King Jing and Jiang Miaomiao left.

How could he just leave like that?

It shouldn't be like this.

In her previous life, during the Lantern Festival, she and her parents were separated by the crowd and pushed to the ground.

It was King Jing who helped her up. Upon learning that she was a woman from the Jiang family, he personally escorted her home.

At that time, she had not yet reached marriageable age, while Prince Jing had already come of age and married Mu Qianxue.

Back then, King Jing treated her with kindness and gentleness, unlike his harsh words and stern demeanor today.

It's all because of that little brat Jiang Miaomiao; she's a jinx.

Jiang Miaomiao sobbed, leaning on her mother's shoulder. Her gaze fell on Jiang Zijin's face behind her, where she saw her staring at her fiercely.

I shuddered.

Hate it, hate it...

No matter how much you hate him, Uncle Jing won't even glance at you, nor will he marry you.

That way, she won't be able to harm her aunt.

Jiang Zijin stared intently at the departing figure. Ever since she met that little thing, she felt that nothing she wanted to do had ever come to fruition.

It seems something is causing the trouble.

She was destined for greatness, how could she possibly have her destiny ruined by a mere girl who hadn't even grown up yet?

She doesn't believe it.

In the dilapidated Taoist temple behind the Chrysanthemum Forest.

There is a century-old locust tree.

Under the tree, an old Taoist priest with a white beard was dozing off in a recliner.

The snoring was deafening.

"Old man, wake up... old man..."

"Does Master Xuanqing live here?"

Qi Caiwei glanced at the old man, then looked around the Taoist temple.

A dilapidated house, an old tree, and an old stone bench, but on the stone table lies an unfinished game of chess.

This should be the former site of Qingyun Temple. There are hardly any people living here anymore. It's unlikely that the immortal master would be here.

She always suspected that the beggars on the street were swindling people, but she still spent a lot of money to try her luck.

Unexpectedly, there was only this ragged old Taoist priest. No matter how you looked at him, he didn't resemble the famous Xuanqing Zhenren at all.

"Old man, say something! Is Master Xuanqing here or not?"

The white-bearded old Taoist priest sat up, picked up a palm-leaf fan to shield his head from the light, and looked at the two of them with a smile.

Oh dear! Even though we're hiding here, people are still looking for us.

Well then, since we're here, it must be fate.

"There is no Xuanqing Zhenren, only this old Taoist priest, me. Young friend, do you want divination or have your family matters settled?"

Qi Caiwei shook her head. "Never mind if you don't have one."

Jiang Zijin also felt uneasy; the old man and the dilapidated Taoist temple were both very strange.

The way the old man looked at her made her very uncomfortable.

She pulled her mother towards the door, saying, "Mother, let's go, let's call it quits."

Qi Caiwei glanced around, but there was still no one there, not even a young Taoist disciple. She guessed that the old Taoist and the beggar might be in cahoots.

There might be accomplices, so without intending to linger, they turned and left.

Hearing the old Taoist's voice behind him, he quickened his pace...

"Young friend, you are destined for nobility..."

“But destiny and spiritual practice are both indispensable. One must accumulate good deeds in secret to move the heavens... Do no evil and do all good. May no evil stars ever come to harm you and may auspicious gods always protect you…”[1]

The old Taoist priest stood at the door, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, watching the two figures below him disappear into the distance.

He sighed deeply, "Why didn't you let them finish? This little girl's fate has changed, what a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

Note [1] is taken from "The Yin Zhi Wen of Emperor Wenchang".