He began reviewing the documents, being a sentimental person who kept many things. Since moving the company to the US, he had brought along old items. Now, old and near the end, he wanted to personally handle everything.
He fed the documents into the shredder, caressing a CD before tossing it in the trash.
With so many documents, his waist and legs ached before he could finish half.
Resting in his chair, he randomly picked up a CD and, almost unconsciously, inserted it into the computer. Soon, a set of images appeared – surveillance footage he had installed years ago when discovering a mole before signing a major contract.
He watched, smiling and lost in memories.
Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock at a transparent, costumed figure on the screen.
Who? Who was it?
The man on screen sat sorrowfully on the sofa, holding a jade pendant and weeping, with a transparent figure standing nearby, silently crying.
Looking closer, the delicate features seemed incredibly familiar.
He felt dizzy, standing up and sitting back down.
A voice echoed in his mind: Xiao Nan returned? Xiao Nan returned?
His gaze returned to the screen, where the grieving man wiped his tears and returned to work, the transparent figure quietly sitting on his lap…
The chairman pulled out the jade pendant again, clutching it tightly, tilting his head back and wailing, tears streaming down his face.
Lin**zi’s face changed slightly, and he smiled apologetically: “We are both long-time neighbors, we’ll see each other often, Aunt, isn’t it bad to have a falling out?”
“Who’s your neighbor, you old hag? Do you think I don’t know what your family is up to? Isn’t it because your sons were taken to the yamen early in the morning, and you want to ask my daughter-in-law to get them out?” Qin Lao Niang stood with her hands on her hips and spat: “Ptui, you old woman, let me tell you, no way. Don’t even look at yourself in the water. The imperial relatives are the close kin of the true dragon emperor, with dragon scales on their bodies, they’re precious. Do you think you can just see them?”
Lin Da**zi kept smiling: “I just wanted to pay respects to your daughter-in-law, kowtow, and share some good fortune. Your daughter-in-law has become the queen of our Yingtang people. As neighbors, don’t we share in the glory?”
Qin Lao Niang picked up a basin of water and splashed it at him, spitting: “What nonsense, why would you share in the glory?”
Lin Da**zi was drenched like a drowned chicken, shivering with cold, but still smiled: “You can’t say that. I was almost dying from the heat, and this splash from Aunt has cooled me down.”
Ye Hui lifted her skirt and stepped over the threshold, sweeping her gaze around the room. The Qin family was all there, and when she entered, they all stood up, seemingly tense.
Qin Lao Niang was stunned for a moment, then beamed with joy, almost running over to support Ye Hui to a chair, personally pouring a cup of hot tea: “Daughter-in-law, why didn’t you sleep more? Haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ll have the kitchen prepare some delicious fish.”
“Father, Mother, Big Brother, please sit, don’t be formal with me,” Ye Hui put down the teacup: “Mother, don’t trouble yourself, I’m not an outsider.”
Qin Lao Niang laughed: “How can that be? Now that you’re a royal consort, if the imperial family catches my mistake, my head might be chopped off.”
In the end, it was all because of the imperial family’s glory! Ye Hui couldn’t say more.
Lin**zi saw the woman was eighteen or nineteen, slender, with big eyes, skin like snow, with a head of hair like dark clouds with a gem-studded hairpin. She wore a white dress embroidered with light pink magnolia flowers, with a misty green gauzy shawl, sitting in a chair with delicate satin shoes adorned with colorful beads.
How much must this outfit be worth!
Lin Da**zi, who had always been terrified of government underlings, let alone imperial relatives, was trembling, unable to stand or kneel.
Ye Hui, not being harsh, glanced at her: “Later, I’ll send a note to the yamen to release your family. You can go now.”
Lin Da**zi knelt down, wiping tears: “Amitabha, they say the imperial family has a Buddha’s heart, and I’ve seen it today.” Turning around, she saw the cold-faced young prince from earlier and was struck speechless.
The Eleventh Prince bypassed her, approaching his wife with tender eyes: “I went to the palace this morning and brought some imperial kitchen dishes. I’ve already sent them to your room, still warm. Wife, go eat!”
Having settled the neighborhood dispute, thinking of his wife’s hard work last night, he immediately rode back to the palace and brought supplements.
Ye Hui sweated: “Have you forgotten I ate coarse food for days in the Turkic camp? How can I not endure hardship? If supplements are so good, why don’t you ever eat them?”
The Eleventh Prince frowned: “You’re a girl, it’s different. You can’t compare to us men.”
Qin Yu Hang took her hand: “Quickly go back and fill your stomach. My wife just said she wants to give birth to a child for the Qin family. How can this be done without taking care of your health?”
Qin Lao Niang got excited: “Oh, if a Qin family grandson is born, he’ll be imperial kin. We must be careful. Daughter-in-law, go rest, I’ll have Fu’er bring you chicken soup later.”
Qin Lao Di was so excited his hands were shaking: “Your mother is right, daughter-in-law’s health is important.”
It sounds like she’s already pregnant with their family’s flesh and blood!
Ye Hui was embarrassed, standing from her chair, bowing to her mother-in-law, but Qin Lao Niang exclaimed: “Support her, support her! She’s a royal consort, how can she bow to this old woman? Isn’t this shortening my life?”
Qin Yu Hang wrapped his arms around his wife’s back, lifting her: “Wife is with child, be good and go rest.”
Ye Hui was speechless – there’s not even a hint of pregnancy, how can you talk about nurturing one?
You are a professional translator who is proficient in both Chinese and English. Your task is to translate the following Chinese text into English. Requirements:
- Translate accurately and fluently, maintaining the original style and tone
- For Chinese names, use pinyin romanization
- Preserve all original content without omissions
- Ensure natural and idiomatic English expression
- Keep the original paragraph structure
- If there are any specialized terms, translate them accurately
- IMPORTANT: Only give me the output and nothing else. Do not add any explanations, notes, or meta-commentary.
Ye Hui had lived in Pingzhou for several years, personally witnessing the Turkic people’s cruel killings of Han Chinese citizens, and having encountered assassin attacks on the streets, she had already developed a strong will.
Qian Zhengmei, though deserving of death, was not someone Ye Hui particularly hated, but she felt she owed the Ye family an explanation.
Back in the room, she was laid on the bed by him, feeling frustrated, and said, “You don’t really think I’m pregnant, do you!”
“Taking care of my wife is my duty,” Qin Yuhang took the bowl of turtle soup with Smilax root prepared by the Eleventh, and fed it to his wife.
The Eleventh explained, “This was prepared by the Crown Prince’s order to the imperial kitchen before the morning court a few days ago. They originally planned to send guards to deliver it to the Qin residence, but since I was returning to the palace, I brought it along.”
After Ye Hui finished the soup, the Eleventh wiped her lips with a towel: “My wife worked hard last night, I will definitely not do it so many times in the future.” He didn’t know what had gotten into him last night, repeatedly taking her several times, tag-teaming with his elder brother, almost making her faint from the ordeal.
