Chapter 177: Reaching Too High

Bai Yunqi turned to stare at his second brother, his expression hard to describe.

【No, I was just joking, speaking off the cuff!】

Bai Yunxing, however, was completely unfazed by his Immortal Cultivation Eldest Brother. “So many people can’t even get a meal, wasting food… I look down on you.”

Bai Yunqi’s mouth twitched as he looked at his earnest brother and took the initiative to apologize.

“My bad, my bad, I shouldn’t have been so flippant.”

Flippant—a word he just learned from their parents.

One has to admit, sometimes their parents’ words are really impactful.

Especially the ones used for scolding.

Seeing his Eldest Brother immediately apologize and explain, Bai Yunxing nodded, and for a moment, the atmosphere felt slightly heavy.

Beside them, Bai Yun’an yawned and spoke casually, harmlessly.

“Alright, with Eldest Brother’s current appetite, he could devour all the buns Dad steamed. How could he eat one piece of mung bean cake and throw another? He’d eat them all.”

Also sitting in the carriage, Bai Tian, who was feeling a bit carsick, was confused: ???

“Third son, you..”

Half-leaning against the carriage frame like a corpse, Little Boss Bai suddenly poked his head out, resembling a zombie.

Sitting directly in front of Little Boss Bai, the eldest son of the Bai Family squirmed forward slightly, afraid his cheap dad¹ would throw up on him.

“You, you clarify what you mean. What’s wrong with the buns I steamed? Are you criticizing me?”

Despite feeling dizzy, Bai Tian’s sensitive heart, honed by modern internet culture, was still beating strong.

He seriously suspected, even believed, that Third son was saying his cooking was terrible!!

Bai Yun’an looked innocently at his suddenly animated father, who almost vomited, and didn’t answer directly. Instead, he thoughtfully handed over some water. “Dad, have some water. I wasn’t talking about you! You’re overthinking it!”

Bai Tian took the water bottle, drank a sip of the slightly cool water, and felt a bit more alive.

【Who would have thought that someone like me, who never got motion sick in the modern world, would get carsick in ancient times!】

Listening to his father’s pitiful wails, Juanjuan chose to take a bite of mung bean cake to calm herself and snuggled closer to her mother.

Sometimes, she felt her family was too lively.

Especially her third brother.

Others might not know, but Juanjuan understood that her third brother had intentionally said those words.

It was to divert the topic and improve the atmosphere between Eldest Brother and Second Brother.

Luckily, Third Brother sometimes liked to speak quietly in his heart.

Otherwise, Juanjuan wouldn’t know there was so much wisdom in a single sentence.

Juanjuan pondered why her third brother had more inner thoughts than most.

Her mother had said that to understand a person, one must consider the causes and consequences, as well as the environment.

In her third brother’s previous world, there seemed to be many bad people, called zombies?

Perhaps Third Brother didn’t dare to speak to others before, but he liked talking, so he spoke quietly to himself in his heart.

However, regarding what her mother had just said, Juanjuan had her own interpretation.

She looked at the mung bean cake in her hand. If she had so many mung bean cakes, she would share them with those she knew and liked.

So, others must be the same.

Even if someone else’s mung bean cake was delicious, it was still given based on feelings.

Although others’ mung bean cakes didn’t cost money or require effort to buy, Juanjuan still wanted to be someone who could share mung bean cakes.

The little one handed the remaining mung bean cake to her mother.

Watching her lively family, she showed a serene smile.

She would also strive to become strong, like her parents and brothers.

To quietly help her family.

…

Jingcheng, Liang Family.

A large mass of black clouds appeared on the horizon in the northwest corner, rapidly covering the sky. The leaves in the courtyard were blown into a frenzy.

Liang Tian’er knelt at the foot of the steps, dressed in a delicate pink outfit, her back straight. The tall courtyard walls and the oppressive black clouds seemed to weigh down on her, threatening to swallow that touch of pink.

Not far away, a figure hurried over.

“Jiaojiao, it’s about to rain. Just soften your stance with your grandfather; he dotes on you so much!”

Liang Nianyu knelt beside her daughter, trying to persuade her.

“That Young Master Luo, although he has no official title, is still the legitimate son of the Minister of Revenue. For a merchant’s daughter like you to marry into such a family as a legitimate wife is reaching high!”

“It’s a blessing many wouldn’t even dare to dream of!”

Liang Tian’er looked at her mother, her lips moved, but she only managed a weak smile.

Reaching high?

Indeed!

In everyone’s eyes, a merchant’s daughter marrying into the Minister’s household as the Second Son’s legitimate wife was reaching high.

But no one ever cared whether Liang Tian’er was willing or not.

Translator’s Notes