Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1607: Honest Fool

Chapter 1607: Chapter 1596: Honest Fool

On the brink of death, Old Lady Wang suddenly regained her consciousness when Ye Qiu returned from the capital. Though she couldn’t speak, her eyes kept fixating on Ye Qiu, filled with tears.

Ye Qiu remained unmoved, recounting his life in the capital: “Mother, I’m living well. The Holy Emperor values me greatly. Even if some Imperial Censors accuse me of being unfilial, they are quickly rebuked by the Emperor. As for Cong Ying and Cong Zi, they’ve married well. During their weddings, both the Emperor and the Empress bestowed upon them ten miles of bridal gifts. Their husbands’ families dare not bully them. As for you fearing no one will bury me after I die, you can rest assured. Although I didn’t accept the title of Prince, I will be buried under this title, handled by the Imperial Family as well. Look, all those worries you’ve had all those years are unfounded.”

Old Lady Wang could not speak, her eyes urgently looking at him, then turning to Ye Conghui and Ye Conghuang standing beside.

How could Ye Qiu not understand her meaning? He sighed, “Titles are things you neither bring to life nor take to death, which is just fine. Only by reassuring the Holy Emperor can my two daughters be treated kindly. Mother, with Conghui and Conghuang being so accomplished, they probably don’t need my guidance.”

Old Lady Wang listened with her eyes widened. Even at this moment, even after enduring so many hardships over the years, she still feels pity for her grandsons. Favoritism truly defies reason.

Ye Conghui and Ye Conghuang stood beside the bed like quails, yearning for Ye Qiu’s title but daring not to express it. These once highly anticipated individuals have now amounted to nothing, living like a joke.

Ye Qiu sneered: “Mother, rest assured, when you pass, I’ll give you a grand burial. By that time, the name of being unfilial will almost be cleansed from me, so you can be at ease.”

Watching Old Lady Wang who couldn’t stop heaving, Ye Qiu’s heart felt neither joy nor sorrow. He was never a magnanimous person. He did want to forgive, but have these people given him the chance to do so? Have they ever done anything to soften his heart?

No, they could easily watch as I faced death, personally sending my two daughters into the flames. Did they spare a shred of familial affection back then?

Thinking back to the plight of his family in the past life, Ye Qiu’s heart could not be at peace. Back then, the original self lived so miserably! Being expelled to join the army was one thing, upon returning, his wife went mad, one daughter went missing, and the other died, yet no one cared, saying it was nothing much if a girl was lost.

They were his children! They felt no guilt, yet continued eating meat and drinking wine—they ate his children’s flesh and drank his children’s blood!

Thus, in this lifetime, he never thought of forgiving. He just wanted to make these people regret, to make them suffer, to painfully watch the riches right before their eyes but unattainable. He wanted to treat others well to contrast with their wrongdoing.

Moreover, these people never sincerely sought apology or forgiveness; they only valued his power, status, and wealth. He firmly believed that if one day their status surpassed his, they would certainly strike him mercilessly, for this family was ever unfeeling and selfish.

“Mother, rest well. I will visit again tomorrow.” Ye Qiu rose with a smile, but there was no trace of humor in his eyes.

He looked at Old Man Ye and said, “Father, rest assured, when your time comes, I’ll give you a grand burial as well. Before that, you should live well with elder brother’s family, after all, elder brother is your most beloved son, living with them will surely be more comfortable.”

Facing his son’s indifference, Old Man Ye was too afraid to speak, wanting to say that living with Ye Chun’s family was far from comfortable, but knowing that even if he said, his third son would not take him for a better life.

His expression twisted; what use is a grand burial after death? He could not enjoy it, but the current life was already unbearable—what could be done? Who asked him once to neglect this third son?

By now, Ye Qiu’s comings and goings faced no hindrance; no one dared to utter a word. Ye Chun and Wang Hong’s backs had long been bent under the heavy farm work throughout the years. The comfort of previous days was now unimaginable.

Ye Qiu, standing at the entrance, looked back at the shabby house with a mocking smile; some people only realize regret after suffering.

He and Xue Mei treated elder brother’s family so genuinely back then, practically treating Ye Conghui and Ye Conghuang as their own sons, but who ever said a word of thanks? Who ever showed understanding even a bit?

“Elder brother, elder sister-in-law, isn’t this farm work and chores hard? But Xue Mei and I used to do even more!” Ye Qiu said without waiting for a response and left. Ye Chun and Wang Hong sat limp on the ground, their eyes lost all spirit; they indeed regretted but it was already too late for repentance.

Old Lady Wang passed away. Just as Ye Qiu had promised, he gave her a grand burial. With his reputation, nearby villagers came to mourn and send her off, everyone praising him for his generosity: Old Lady Wang never treated him as a son, yet he personally saw her through and arranged such a magnificent funeral.

Old Man Ye watching seemed to foresee his own death carried out similarly. He was infuriated and fainted, henceforth confined to a bedridden life.

After the funeral, Ye Qiu didn’t rush back to the capital, instead building a thatched cottage in Wang Family Village, under the pretense of mourning Old Lady Wang, living very frugally every day.

However, life was more painful for Ye Chun’s family. With Old Man Ye paralyzed, they couldn’t leave him unattended for fear of Ye Qiu’s wrath, yet caring for a paralyzed patient wasn’t easy.

The eating, drinking, excreting all on bed; Wang Hong, being a daughter-in-law, wasn’t convenient to wash him, leaving Ye Chun to do it reluctantly. Old Man Ye wasn’t of good temper either, often making the household chaotic.

People often said this couple deserved their plight, as care was rightfully due; who told them to take advantage so much in their younger days?

Tough as nails, Old Man Ye endured over two years of paralysis before passing. By then, Ye Chun and Wang Hong were tormented beyond recognition—although they need not have shouldered such hardship, who asked them to raise two sons devoid of filial piety, unwilling to share their parents’ burden?

Ye Qiu again arranged a grand funeral for Old Man Ye, afterward departing Wang Family Village. Ye Chun and Wang Hong heaved a heavy sigh of relief, while Qian Yin seeing Ye Qiu’s lack of support for the Ye Family stormed off to divorce Ye Dong.

Witnessing these two brothers, outsiders merely remarked it was deserved, who caused them to exploit so much without doing a single good deed? If only these brothers had an ounce of fraternal affection initially, their lives wouldn’t have turned out this way; people indeed should be conscientious.