Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

As she walked down the street, Lin Xiuer could clearly sense that there were many unfamiliar faces around her.

Because she saw Shen Qing disguised as a merchant.

He was standing next to a dry goods stall, pointing at several sacks of goods and haggling with someone.

She looked suspiciously at the old man in front of her. Were all these people secretly protecting him?

Is he really the emperor? Did he come all this way just to reprimand her?

This is absurd! This emperor is being far too capricious.

We arrived at the old house in the west of the town very quickly.

Lin Xiuer stepped forward to open the door, but stopped abruptly as her hand touched the door panel. She turned to look at the old man beside her.

"Let me tell you, my mother is old and can't be frightened. You can't yell at her."

Nangong Chen was so angry he almost laughed. Besides his rebellious daughter, who else could make him lose his composure?

"Fine," he nodded, too lazy to argue with his stupid daughter.

He was just waiting for the truth to come out so he could see how this girl would humiliate herself.

We can deal with her after we bring her back to the capital.

Lin Xiuer then pushed open the door and went in.

In the courtyard, Wang was collecting the clothes that had dried when she heard footsteps and turned around.

"Xiuer? Why are you here so early..."

She was halfway through her sentence when she saw Pei Zhao behind her, and she almost dropped the clothes in her hand.

"Ping... Ping An?" She looked at the familiar figure, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. "It really is you! You're back? That's wonderful!"

Wang was so happy she cried and laughed at the same time. "You have no idea, when you weren't around, this girl wouldn't even eat properly."

"Look how thin she is, a gust of wind could blow her away."

Pei Zhao put Xiao Bao down and nodded to her: "Don't worry, Mother, I will definitely keep an eye on her and make sure she eats properly from now on."

Wiping away her tears, Wang looked him up and down and said, "Good, good, it's good that you're back safe and sound..."

Lin Xiuer protested, shaking Wang Shi's arm and whining, "Mother, how can you do this? Don't I look good when I'm thin? I used to be as fat as a pig!"

She pouted, looking indignant: "Everyone praises my looks now, but you're the only one who wants to feed me back to how I used to be."

Wang laughed and pinched her cheek, "You don't look good like this now. A round face is a sign of good fortune..."

As she spoke, she noticed that there were two other people behind Pei Zhao.

An elderly man, with an extraordinary air about him, stood at the door, staring at her.

His gaze seemed to see right through her.

Behind the old man stood a young man wearing a black and gold mask, tall and silent.

Wang's expression changed, and she grabbed her daughter's hand, asking, "What's this?"

Lin Xiuer was afraid that he would frighten Wang Shi, so she quickly patted her hand to comfort her.

"It's alright, Mom. He's just looking for someone and stopped by our house to rest. You don't need to pay him any attention."

After saying that, she turned around and glared at Nangong Chen, giving him a meaningful look: I told you not to be so fierce.

Nangong Chen then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, turned to the side, and stopped looking at Wang Shi, feeling extremely aggrieved.

He's her real father, yet she's being mean to him again.

Xiao Bao, oblivious to everything, ran back to his room to play.

Pei Zhao invited Nangong Chen to sit down at the stone table in the courtyard to rest, while he went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

Lin Xiuer pulled Wang Shi aside and chatted casually, seemingly unintentionally.

"Mother," she began, her tone as casual as if she were remarking on the nice weather, "I remember, Father passed away when I was five, didn't he?"

Wang didn't understand why she suddenly brought up things from her childhood.

She sighed again, a hint of sadness on her face, as if she were lost in memories.

"Yes, when you were five years old, one day your father got caught in the rain in the fields and developed a high fever when he came back."

"There wasn't a good doctor in the village back then. He was gone for a few days, and then he just left us, his mother and children."

Lin Xiuer secretly glanced at Nangong Chen.

Did you hear that? I have a father.

Nangong Chen sat at the stone table, looking at her with disdain and glancing at her.

He raised his chin slightly, gesturing for her to continue asking.

Lin Xiuer looked away and chuckled, "Yes, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

The next question, almost a snort from her nose, came out: "So... was I born of a mother?"

When she asked that question, Lin Xiuer felt incredibly guilty, her eyes darting around, but she dared not look Wang Shi in the eye.

Wang was taken aback for a moment.

He clenched the clothes in his hand, then let go.

She chuckled twice, but the laughter sounded a bit dry.

"What nonsense are you talking about, child? Of course you are your mother's biological child."

Lin Xiuer chuckled along.

"Haha, I knew it!" she said dramatically, "My mother loves me so much."

She glanced at Nangong Chen again.

How about that? Was I clear enough this time?

The more she looked at the old man, the more he seemed like a fraud, and she was almost starting to doubt Ping An's identity.

Could they be a criminal gang? The kind that preys on honest people?

Nangong Chen was too lazy to beat around the bush with them anymore, and gave a wink to the young man standing next to him.

The man bowed his head, clasped his hands in greeting, and turned to leave deftly.

In the blink of an eye, he was back, this time with a scroll in his hand.

After obtaining Nangong Chen's consent, he walked up to Wang Shi and slowly unfurled the scroll.

Lin Xiuer curiously leaned over to take a look.

The painting depicts a woman.

The woman had a beautiful face, a gentle and noble demeanor, and a lively spirit in her eyes.

It is as beautiful as a clear spring in the mountains, or a delicate orchid under the moon.

Lin Xiuer was stunned.

Regardless of her temperament, the woman's appearance was eight or nine parts similar to hers.

She looked at the painting, then touched her own face, and couldn't help but sigh: Is this the woman he's been looking for? She looks just like her.

No wonder the old man mistook her for his daughter.

Compared to Lin Xiuer, Wang Shi next to her was not so calm.

She stared at the woman in the painting, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

Then the shaking became more and more violent.

Nangong Chen got up and walked to Wang Shi. Looking at Wang Shi's panicked expression, he already knew the answer in his heart.

She is lying.

She must have seen Xue'er.

"Speak," he said, his voice carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"The woman in this painting is named Murong Xue. You've seen her before, haven't you? What exactly happened back then?"

Where did she go?

Faced with Nangong Chen's aggressive behavior, Wang pulled her daughter aside and shielded her behind her.

Although her body was still trembling uncontrollably, she bravely faced the imposing man in front of her.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Why should I believe you?"

"She was so badly injured back then, who knows if you were responsible!"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Chen was startled, and his expression changed. He knew that he had truly found the right person this time.

He walked a few steps to Wang Shi, stared at her, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"What did you say?"

"Xue'er is injured? Someone wants to kill her?"

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His chest heaved violently, as if he had been struck hard by something.

He turned around abruptly and shouted towards the kitchen.

"Pei Zhao!"

Pei Zhao strode out of the kitchen.

"Send a message to your father immediately."

"Let him continue investigating what happened back then. Don't kill those guys in jail yet."