Xiangzhou Chapter: Soul Transmigrated to Another World Chapter 9: Gaining the True Teachings of the King of Hell!

Several people walked into the Ye family estate in single file, with the eldest Ye patriarch leading the way. Now well into his sixties, he looked at the daughter he had taken in as a child with rising anger. Had she not insisted on marrying back then, he wouldn’t be so upset now.

Noticing the patriarch’s sour expression, Ye Qiaoqiao immediately smiled sweetly and called out, “Father!”

However, Madam Ye was shocked and looked at Ye Qiaoqiao’s side, questioning, “Qiao’er, where is the jade pendant you usually wear?”

Ye Qiaoqiao racked her brain, recalling the memories of her original self. There was a jade pendant she had kept for a long time, one she had since she could remember. Her mother’s startled cry suddenly became vivid in her mind—where was that pendant? It seemed that on the day Xiang Ling’er came to flaunt her pregnancy, the original Ye Qiaoqiao had hung herself in despair. Yet since the day she woke up, she hadn’t seen that pendant.

Piecing it together, it was clear: Xiang Ling’er must have stolen her jade pendant! No wonder Xiang Ling’er had looked so smug when she left that day.

“Mother, my jade pendant might have been taken by someone,” Ye Qiaoqiao admitted, feeling a bit careless. In ancient times, a jade pendant symbolized one’s status. It was no surprise that when the magistrate first saw her, he mistook her for a common woman.

Madam Ye’s face instantly turned pale, her brow furrowed tightly as she ordered, “You must find that pendant. This is very important!”

“Ah?” Ye Qiaoqiao was startled, not expecting such a small pendant to hold so much significance. She felt at a loss but resolved to retrieve it by any means necessary.

At that moment, Ye Qiaoqiao’s father’s expression darkened further. Seeing their anxious faces, she understood they worried for her but felt helpless.

“Qiao’er, you must get it back! Now, let’s go see your nephew in the inner room first,” Madam Ye said, taking her inside.

“Alright,” Ye Qiaoqiao replied, following Madam Ye and the elder Ye, with Han Xiang clutching a pouch of golden coins trailing behind.

Inside the main house’s suite, a faint scent of milk lingered. Ye Qiaoqiao knew her sister-in-law was in confinement, and too many visitors could invite bad luck to the new mother.

After Madam Ye led her inside, she said she would check on her daughter-in-law and the baby first, asking them to wait outside.

Once inside, Ye Qiaoqiao moved with gentle care, only to find her eldest brother, Ye Jinglan, there as well.

He was cleaning up after the little one’s mess, which made Ye Qiaoqiao stifle a laugh. From her original memories, her brother had always doted on her, but now, his affection was clearly poured onto his wife, who had borne him a son.

Truly a happy family.

Her sister-in-law sat quietly by the bedside, radiating the soft warmth and tender love of a new mother. The baby boy in her arms had rosy cheeks and occasionally moved his small lips, a stark contrast to his mother’s pale complexion.

The little one was fast asleep.

Seeing Ye Qiaoqiao enter, Ye Jinglan was first surprised, then pleased. After tidying up, he led her out of the suite.

With a glance, he signaled his wife and child to rest a while longer.

Ye Qiaoqiao nodded and stepped out alongside her brother.

Outside the suite, in the main hall, Madam Ye and the patriarch were talking. Seeing the two emerge, they turned their gaze toward them.

Ye Qiaoqiao felt freer to speak now, no longer oppressed as before. She asked her brother, “Brother, the baby hasn’t been named yet, has he?”

“No, not yet. Do you want to name him?” Ye Jinglan joked, his usual stern military demeanor replaced by a lighter expression.

“That’s fine, I’ll help name the child! You know, after coming so close to death, I’ve learned a lot. Tell me, when was the baby born?” Ye Qiaoqiao said eagerly, as if naming the baby was a thrilling task.

She didn’t notice the patriarch’s face slowly darkening, nor the shifting expressions on Ye Jinglan’s face.

“Our father is here. The baby’s name should be decided by him. But I can tell you the birth hour—it was during the Renchen hour,” Ye Jinglan said, nodding toward their father on the main seat, hinting Ye Qiaoqiao to tone down.

Ye Qiaoqiao pretended not to notice and counted silently on her slender fingers.

Today was the Dingyou day—could it be...?

She looked up at Ye Jinglan and smiled, “My sister-in-law gave birth yesterday, right?”

“How do you know that?” Ye Jinglan exclaimed.

The patriarch, no longer stern, also looked at Ye Qiaoqiao with a puzzled expression.

She smiled silently, saying only, “I calculated it.”

“Qiao’er, have you really learned some skill, or are you just fooling us?” Madam Ye couldn’t help but interject.

Ye Qiaoqiao replied seriously, “Of course, it’s real skill.”

She glanced at Han Xiang, who immediately understood, unclenching the coin pouch to reveal the shining golden leaves inside.

“Master Ye, Madam Ye, these golden leaves were earned today when Miss treated someone at the magistrate’s office.”

Madam Ye was momentarily unsure whether to believe it. She simply felt her daughter had suddenly become so perceptive in such a short time.

Ye Qiaoqiao no longer hid anything and spoke frankly, “I went through the gates of hell once, gained a lot of insight, and the King of Hell showed me the way when I was lost. Now I can do anything.”

“Really? Anything?” Madam Ye looked utterly incredulous.

“Yes, when others threw mud at me, I planted lotus flowers with it. When Chen Bai Lei brought his mistress into the house, I’ll show them tomorrow that Ye Qiaoqiao is not to be trifled with!” Ye Qiaoqiao said resolutely.

“Truly, you have learned much,” Ye Jinglan chuckled.

At that moment, the patriarch slammed the table, his emotions running high. “Qiaoqiao, your father Ye Daonian has not loved you in vain. You have real backbone!”

Ye Qiaoqiao felt warmth as her father finally spoke to her, speaking up for her. It was a moment of solace after the loneliness of losing her parents in her previous life.

She apologized on behalf of her original self, “Father, Mother, your daughter has wronged you. It was my fault for giving my heart to the wrong people all these years, leading me to this path.”

Her eyes reddened.

To everyone else, these were tears of repentance. But only Ye Qiaoqiao knew they were tears of gratitude, born of being loved by her parents in this life.

“Qiao’er, you’re home now—that’s what matters,” Madam Ye said, her face full of tenderness.

Seeing the somber mood, Ye Jinglan joked to lighten the atmosphere, “My dear sister, I ask again: how did you know your sister-in-law gave birth yesterday? Could it be you truly learned the King of Hell’s secrets?”