Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Chapter 1155: Chapter 1065: The Female Prime Minister (Part 3)

This world is simply not one where cultivation is possible, with spiritual energy so sparse it’s nearly nonexistent. If it weren’t for Shuangshuang’s strong spiritual power, she wouldn’t be able to gather this thin spiritual energy at all.

Shuangshuang lay on the bed, wholeheartedly attracting the spiritual energy in the air into her body, appearing as if she were asleep.

At dinner, Mrs. Wang saw her daughter asleep and dared not disturb her. Shuangshuang hasn’t slept well before, so it was rare for her to sleep so soundly. Mrs. Wang thought it best to let her daughter sleep a bit longer.

At the dining table, Mrs. Wang braved Mrs. Zhao’s piercing gaze and stubbornly picked up a piece of mixed grain bun with a little white flour added.

Then she filled a small bowl with a plain broth of boiled greens, picking out only the leaves. These were set aside for Shuangshuang by Mrs. Wang.

For Mrs. Zhao, dealing with a tough daughter-in-law like Mrs. Wang was frustrating. Whatever Mrs. Zhao scolds, Mrs. Wang lets it go in one ear and out the other, showing no care, leaving Mrs. Zhao even angrier at Mrs. Wang’s carefree attitude.

If Mrs. Zhao got angry enough to hit her, Mrs. Wang would run through the village crying for help, with her unfilial son following, pleading for his wife’s sake, making it seem like Mrs. Zhao was an evil mother-in-law abusing her.

Now, Mrs. Zhao has learned to turn a blind eye to small matters.

She only scolds when extremely angry, yet seeing Mrs. Wang’s cheeky look only makes her angrier.

Mrs. Zhao remained silent, and Mrs. Hu wasn’t one to stir up trouble either; her two daughters were so quiet they seemed invisible.

Both Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Hu favored sons over daughters, treating daughters like burdens. Letting them eat at the table was a rare kindness.

Mrs. Feng typically ate little at the table, as their branch of the Yin family had more private wealth and could afford various snacks kept in her room.

Because of this, Mrs. Feng looked down on Mrs. Wang treating these crude foods like treasures.

Mrs. Wang didn’t care about Mrs. Feng’s looks and quickly filled her belly.

When Mrs. Wang finished eating, Yin Zheng also left the table with a bowl of egg soup.

Egg soup was reserved for the men, so there was none at the women’s table.

The egg content in Yin Zheng’s soup seemed considerable, mainly because the eggs were beaten finely.

Mrs. Zhao used two eggs to make a large pot of egg soup.

Before he started eating, Yin Zheng served his daughter some egg soup, specifically scooping up the solids, which led Yin Cheng to sarcastically ridicule Yin Zheng.

Yin Zheng completely ignored him, acting as though he hadn’t heard, and only after filling a full bowl for his daughter did he serve himself.

Later, when Yin Cheng ate, there were hardly any eggs left in the soup, which infuriated Old Master Yin to the point of throwing down his chopsticks.

Yin Zheng remained unfazed, slurping his egg soup and eating his mixed grain buns contentedly.

After finishing, Mrs. Wang and Yin Zheng returned, and Shuangshuang was still asleep. Mrs. Wang felt her forehead, reassuring herself that Shuangshuang was not feverishly unconscious but genuinely asleep, so she didn’t disturb her.

Recently, their daughter’s health had weakened considerably, leading to sleepless nights. After a moment of hesitation, Mrs. Wang and Yin Zheng decided not to wake Shuangshuang up, deeming rest more urgent than eating.

Shuangshuang awoke in the middle of the night, and Mrs. Wang, who had been attentively watching her, immediately woke up and offered her the warmed egg soup from the small stove outside.

This small stove was specially made by Yin Zheng for preparing his daughter’s medicine and warming her meals. Shuangshuang’s appetite was small, often getting hungry again shortly after eating.

To ensure his daughter could always eat, Yin Zheng, enduring pressure from Old Master Yin and Mrs. Zhao, insisted on setting up this small stove.

After drinking the egg soup, Shuangshuang lay back in bed, continuing to use her spiritual power to capture spiritual energy to nourish her body, which she found disappointingly weak.

Shuangshuang didn’t aspire to increase her combat power, but she needed at least to walk a few steps without collapsing. Constantly lying down would ruin her health.

Despite struggling all night, the spiritual energy Shuangshuang gathered remained scarce. Still, it somewhat improved her present physical condition.

Though the improvement was limited, it was enough for her to walk around without staying bedridden all day.

The next morning, Shuangshuang resumed weaving various headpiece designs with golden thread, also asking her father Yin Zheng for some willow twigs.

Using these twigs, Shuangshuang crafted a multi-layered jewelry box storing all her handmade golden thread headpieces.

Due to her heart condition, she couldn’t exercise, so she devoted all her time to weaving golden threads, opting against any physical activity.

Since she could gather a little spiritual energy every day, even if it wasn’t enough to restore her health fully, Shuangshuang didn’t ask for more, content just to maintain her life and mobility.

The busy days flew by quickly and, in just a month, Shuangshuang had created over a hundred floral accessories.

She also asked her father Yin Zheng for a bunch of smooth wooden hairpins, simple and undecorated except for the top, flattened like a spoon.

These simple wooden hairpins were very cheap, and Yin Zheng bought a handful for just five copper coins.

Shuangshuang fastened her woven flowers onto the hairpins, producing radiant gold-like hairpins rivaling those crafted from actual gold.

During this time, both Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang knew their daughter was weaving various beautiful headpieces with golden thread, but they didn’t realize how many she had made.

The household chores were plentiful. Even when Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang liked to slack off, they still had to complete their duties.

Just completing these tasks took most of their time, leaving only a little to sneak off under Old Master Yin and Mrs. Zhao’s watchful eyes.

It was impossible for them to genuinely rest. The only idle ones in the entire household were Yin Cheng and Mrs. Feng.

Because they were so busy, Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang had no idea their precious daughter had crafted such astonishingly fine items.

When they saw Shuangshuang open her woven jewelry box, revealing row after row of golden hairpins laid out on the bed, their first reaction was to wonder where she had gotten so much gold!

Blinking away from the dazzling gold color, it dawned on them these items were made from golden thread extracted from golden thread grass.

Realizing this, they still couldn’t take their eyes off the hairpins, as they looked almost authentically golden.

Were it not for the unique herbal fragrance of the golden thread grass or the distinct feel different from gold, these pins could easily be mistaken for exquisitely crafted gold hairpins.