Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1255: Chapter 1254: Don’t Say It Again_1 Chapter 1255: Chapter 1254: Don’t Say It Again_1 Zhuang Luhe couldn’t stop crying, and Qiao Xiaomai took two cups of water from her space, giving one to Zhuang Luhe to drink, and gulping down the other herself.

Even though the Divine Liquid was gone from the pool, the quality of the water remained unchanged. A cup of water was truly refreshing and invigorating.

However, the refreshment her body experienced couldn’t save Zhuang Luhe. She was immersed in boundless annoyance and regret, and no matter what Qiao Xiaomai said, it was useless.

Soon night fell, and Zhuang Luhe finally cried herself to sleep.

It was only then that Qiao Xiaomai breathed a sigh of relief. She closed the door of the room and went to find Tong Sanlang.

Tong Sanlang was staying at Zhuxiang Residence, keeping Qiao Changshun company. Qiao Changshun, unaware of what had happened, only assumed Zhuang Luhe’s outburst was due to years of bottled-up emotions, so his guilt was not particularly deep.

Tong Sanlang was chatting with him about all sorts of things, and his mood soon stabilized.

Seeing Qiao Xiaomai come in, he asked anxiously how Zhuang Luhe was doing.

Qiao Xiaomai said, “Mother has gone to sleep. Dad, Mother was once renowned for her beauty in all the neighboring villages. Not only did she enjoy no happiness after marrying you, but she was also worn down to a state that’s neither human nor ghost. Think about how she looked back then compared to now, how can you not feel guilty?”

“For all these years, you were just filial to the Sun Family, why did you have to make the whole family work like beasts of burden?”

“Now our family life has improved, and it seems like these matters are all in the past, but the psychological shadows these years have left on Mother haven’t gone away. When you mention these things now, do not fob her off with ‘it’s all in the past.’ Every time you dismiss her, it’s like another stab to her heart, and every stab compels her to fight you all over again.”

Qiao Changshun “…”

He was rendered speechless by Qiao Xiaomai’s words.

Filial piety, filial piety, as juniors we are supposed to respect our elders, this has been the principle since ancient times.

When Zhuang Luhe married him, of course, she had to serve her in-laws.

But indeed, he had been too weak and honest in the past. While his other brothers had their underhanded moments, he was always the one who was ‘all heart.’

Because of his honesty, he had been bullied to this extent.

Letting out a long sigh, he began, “I won’t say it again, your mother… please try to console her, I was just dull-headed and inflexible in the past, I didn’t mean for her to suffer with me…”

This excuse was feeble, and he couldn’t continue.

Qiao Xiaomai replied, “I know. These next few days, stay away from her and give her some space.”

Qiao Changshun fell silent, and it was a while before he finally agreed with an ‘Okay.’

Soon it was time to go to bed, and Zhuang Luhe lay in the bedroom of Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang, while Tong Sanlang simply moved a bamboo bed into the Courtyard to sleep.

By then, the weather had warmed up, with summer arriving, and sleeping in the Courtyard wouldn’t cause one to catch a cold.

The night passed quickly, and Zhuang Luhe slept until the sun was high before waking up.

Her eyes were almost completely unable to open due to the excessive crying from the day before, which severely damaged them.

Qiao Xiaomai took a towel to apply to her eyes, and the morning quickly passed.

By noon, her eyes had mostly recovered.

Disregarding the need to eat, she insisted on going to the Warehouse with Qiao Xiaomai, “I want to pick out some good fabrics, I’m going to make her several outfits.”

Qiao Xiaomai naturally agreed and escorted her to the Warehouse.

During her stay in the Palace, Yang Wenxiao had rewarded her with many fabrics, silks, and brocades of all patterns and colors that could dazzle someone with choice.

Apart from fabrics, there were also many pieces of jewelry. Everything Yang Wenxiao had bestowed was of exquisite quality; a single hairpin could be worth several hundred taels silver. Qiao Xiaomai didn’t care for wearing them, so she had stored them all away. Now, she took everything out and let Zhuang Luhe pick whatever she wished.