Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Zhao Qi politely waited for someone to call her in, rather than walking in on her own.

Madam Yu stood up, and Wen Zheng wore a helpless smile. The two walked in hand in hand, with Zhao Qi following behind her mother and her two playmates in front and behind her.

Wen Zheng first looked apologetic: "Aqi and Madam He get along very well. She kept asking to play with Madam He."

They only said the children were playing, without mentioning their concern that He Qingyu would be blamed, and that they came to help her.

Madam Yu replied knowingly, "Qingyu also said she wants to work with the young lady and move out of the Gu family. I'm discussing this with her right now." She didn't try to hide the family scandal.

Let people see it openly and honestly.

Wen Zheng was taken aback and looked at his daughter with some embarrassment. They were dealing with family matters, so why didn't they wait in another room?

Since these people have come all this way, Madam Yu must know how much they value Madam He.

Zhao Qi had already walked up to He Qingyu, who was still standing there in a daze, and poked her hand with his finger. But the moment he touched her hand, He Qingyu's hand was ice cold.

It's June now.

Zhao Qi was a little anxious, afraid that He Qingyu was sick: "What's wrong with you?" Then she looked at Wen Zheng: "Mother, her hands are so cold, is she sick?"

Wen Zheng looked at Madam Yu.

Madam Yu looked at He Qingyu in surprise, thinking: That can't be, she didn't say anything.

He Qingyu snapped out of her daze and subconsciously took a step back, distancing herself from everyone in the room. Her gaze swept over everyone's faces as if they were ghosts from the underworld.

Her eyelashes trembled, her hands shook, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Qi asked worriedly.

The child's voice woke He Qingyu up. She blinked, looked down at Zhao Qi, and hugged him tightly.

"Wow..."

He Qingyu cried hard, forgetting that this was not her world, where outdated and harmful things still existed.

A being who is admired by others.

However, she cried quickly, but recovered quickly as well.

In less than half a cup of tea's time, He Qingyu had regained her vibrant youth. She wiped away her tears and stammered an explanation to Madam Yu:

"You know, I...cry easily."

Mrs. Yu was frightened by her, but now she felt relieved. She really wasn't the kind of old lady who liked to torment her daughter-in-law.

"It's good that you're alright. I was quite startled."

She looked at Wen Zheng and explained, and Wen Zheng, understanding, changed the subject: "Young people are all like this. Come on, let's not stand, let's all sit down."

Madam Yu sat down first, and the others followed suit.

He Qingyu then explained to Zhao Qi, "I'm fine, I just thought of something sad."

"Thank you." You came to find me because you were worried I would be bullied.

Even though she knew to some extent that Zhao Qi valued her, the warmth in her heart could not be dispelled.

Seeing that she was still squatting, Zhao Qi put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

He Qingyu stood up, and Zhao Qi sat down next to her mother. Wen Zheng had wanted to avoid discussing other people's family matters, but now that they were all seated, he could only watch.

Madam Yu, however, had a keen eye. She noticed Wen Zheng's unease and explained that Aqi was also Qingyu's employer and should be present.

Looking at Madam Yu, Zhao Qi felt that she had great potential for getting things done, at least in terms of her insight and observation.

As for those over fifty, that's the age for hard work and striving.

All eyes in the room turned to He Qingyu, who looked at Madam Yu with sorrow: "If you could keep me here for another three years, or even five years, I would be grateful."

"I will stay as long as the reason is reasonable."

Mrs. Yu waited for her next sentence, "But."

"However, please forgive me for not being able to agree to observe mourning for my husband." This is absurd, as absurd as being a widow.

He Qingyu now has the ability to refuse to accept that she is an accessory.

She wants to be a human being.

Not only Madam Yu, but everyone in the room looked at He Qingyu. For convenience while working, she wore a black round-necked, narrow-sleeved robe and stood by the candlelight.

It looks like a cluster of human-shaped torches.

We must burn away all darkness.

Apart from the three young children who felt that He Qingyu could be exempted from mourning, the rest of the people felt that even if they were dissatisfied, they should not say it.

Besides, whether or not one is observing mourning, no one can see it; it's all just a "fake mourning" situation where everyone is happy.

But He Qingyu insisted on saying it. She rubbed her face with both hands, pressed her eyes, and pursed her lips.

I'm determined to go crazy.

"Whether you think I'm normal or not, Madam Yu, Gu Pingsheng is a human being, and so am I. I don't consider myself inferior to Gu Pingsheng."

"If I were to die, he probably wouldn't observe three years of mourning for me." These were the thoughts that had just crossed the original owner's mind.

There is no legal provision or custom that requires a husband to observe three years of mourning for his wife.

"Since that's the case, I shouldn't be observing mourning for him." She adhered to the principle of equality.

He Qingyu took a deep breath, as if she was exhaling all the resentment she had accumulated since her transmigration: "I am not willing to stay for three years, but I hope that Gu Pingsheng can return safely."

I hope your wish comes true.

After she transmigrated, Madam Yu was one of the people who treated her well, so she hoped that Madam Yu would be well.

But this kindness cannot come at the cost of her worldview.

The room was silent; they were stunned by He Qingyu's principle of equality and fairness.

Zhao Qi thought it made sense. Just as her mother treated her the best, she treated her mother the best in return. She gave He Qingyu a thumbs up.

She slipped over quietly and, while everyone was absorbed in their own emotions, whispered, "I'll have someone observe three years of mourning for you in the future."

He Qingyu: "..."

Thank you, but I'd rather go all the way to the end.

Wen Zheng was the first to come to her senses. She picked up a cup of tea beside her, felt her throat was dry, and drank it all in one gulp.

Madam Yu also came to her senses. Her gaze was complex, and the turmoil in her eyes lingered for a long time. After a moment, she glanced at Wen Zheng and Zhao Qi, her voice hoarse:

"If you're only pretending to be in mourning, you don't need to do what a mourner should do, yet you still won't agree?"

She didn't want Sanlang to become a laughing stock in other people's eyes.

He Qingyu's gaze was equally complex and unreadable: "I'm doing what I believe is right. The dross shouldn't exist."

"I refuse to compromise on such absurd things, even if the world considers it a stain on my life." Her voice was not loud, but firm.

Gu Ba Niang's desire to speak suddenly froze; for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to speak.

A burning ambition was raging in He Qingyu's heart. She knew that her actions today would not be understood by others in the short term, and might even be detrimental to her work.

But she still had to take that step.

Even if her steps only left a ripple in the hearts of a few women.

He Qingyu felt an urgent desire to rise to a high position; she wanted to rewrite the law and erase this provision from the annals of history.

Madam Yu remained silent for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, without uttering a word to ask He Qingyu to leave the Gu family.

If she had to choose between Gu Pingsheng's reputation and He Qingyu staying for three years, she would choose Gu Pingsheng's reputation even with her eyes closed.

However, given the presence of Wen Zheng and Zhao Qi, her saviors, she couldn't simply refuse He Qingyu.

Seeing her predicament, Zhao Qi wanted to speak up and stop He Qingyu, but He Qingyu gently moved a step and stood at the very front.

It's best for her to handle her own affairs. She has people backing her up, so there's nothing to fear.