Rebirth of a Farming Wife

“Madam, don’t be disappointed. Perhaps Master is still on his way home. Who knows, maybe if you send someone tomorrow morning, there will be news,” said Grandma Chen, comforting Su Wenyue. Little did she expect that her casually given reasons would actually come true.

“Perhaps that’s the case. I’ll have someone go check again early in the morning,” said Su Wenyue, somewhat disappointed at not hearing any news about Han Yu. She knew Grandma Chen was just trying to comfort her, but she still held onto hope and echoed her words. Looking at Brother Xing, who was intently listening to their conversation from the bed, Su Wenyue couldn’t help but laugh as she picked up the little guy. The three siblings had cried out at almost the same time, but Brother Xing was the most alert and understanding, just as Lan Xin and Lan Fang had said. It was as if he understood what adults were saying.

Seeing Su Wenyue pick him up, Brother Xing reached out his little hand to touch her face and giggled.

“You really are a little imp, aren’t you? By the look of you, could you actually understand what Mother is saying? You charming little thing,” said Su Wenyue with a smile, watching Brother Xing. Whether he understood or not, he opened his little mouth and cooed, making sounds that nobody could decipher.

“You are Mother’s good treasure,” said Su Wenyue, and then covered Brother Xing with kisses, leaving him cooing and crying out more loudly than before. His little face scrunched up adorably as if he was protesting, amusing Su Wenyue to no end.

“Protesting is useless, who asked me to be your birth mother? You’re so young and already disdainful of your mother, you little rascal. If you dare to be unfilial to me when you grow up, watch me spank you.” Su Wenyue said, and playfully, lightly patted Brother Xing’s little bottom. The little guy actually began to struggle in embarrassment and indignation, which made Su Wenyue laugh even more.

Not wanting to favor one child over the others, after teasing Brother Xing, Su Wenyue picked up the two younger ones and played with them one by one. Unlike their brother, these two little ones were very obedient, allowing Su Wenyue to play with them as she pleased. When they were happy, they would break into little grins.

Her previous anxiety due to the lack of news about Han Yu dissipated somewhat after playing with the three little ones. Indeed, the children were her source of joy. The time that was supposed to be difficult passed quickly as she played with the little ones, and before she knew it, night had fallen. The children were hungry, so Su Wenyue handed them over to the Nanny to feed them milk, regretting that she couldn’t do it herself. Giving birth to the triplets had nearly cost her half her life, and it took a while to recover her health—let alone produce breast milk.

Touching her now-flat stomach, Su Wenyue thought that if she were to conceive again, she would want to nurse the child herself. Despite the hardships of pregnancy, she didn’t have thoughts of not having more children. Traditionally, a woman is blessed with many children, and she wanted to bear more for Han Yu. However, it wouldn’t be possible for the next two to three years. The last time she gave birth, the doctor said it would be more difficult for her to conceive again, and her body wouldn’t recover quickly, so she couldn’t become pregnant again soon, as it would ruin her health further and possibly shorten her life.

Lord Han’s expression had changed when the doctor mentioned this; he even considered not having any more children. It was only after the doctor assured him that with proper care, there would be no issues that Lord Han’s face eased slightly. Ever since then, he had been particularly careful during their intimate moments, completely preventing any chance of pregnancy.

Thinking of sometimes overbearing but well-intentioned actions of Han Yu, Su Wenyue felt especially comforted at that moment. With worry and longing, she fell into a blurry sleep alongside the three children.

“Madam, Madam, please wake up.” Su Wenyue had barely fallen asleep when someone woke her from her dreams. Groggily opening her eyes and thinking of Han Yu, she instantly became alert.

“What is it? Is there news from Han Yu? Is he alright?” Su Wenyue grabbed Aunt Li’s sleeve anxiously as she asked. However, being mindful of her children, she lowered her voice, making it sound somewhat shrill.

Su Wenyue had never been woken up so late before. Moreover, Aunt Li was very discerning and wouldn’t disturb her at this hour over trivial matters. To wake her up now implied that something serious that even Aunt Li couldn’t handle was afoot. Apart from news about Han Yu or the Su Family, Su Wenyue couldn’t think of another reason for Aunt Li to wake her. There shouldn’t be any issues with the Su Family at this hour, and with Han Yu still out suppressing bandits, she naturally assumed it concerned him.

“Please don’t worry, Madam. Someone has brought a message stating that Master is fine and that you should set your mind at ease,” Aunt Li said hurriedly, soothing Su Wenyue, afraid that she had alarmed her.

Relieved, Su Wenyue patted her chest and exhaled, “Thank goodness, thank goodness, you scared me to death! Aunt Li, why did you wake me up in the middle of the night? Is something wrong? And earlier, you mentioned someone brought a message. Are they Husband’s men? Why would they send someone now? After all these days, hasn’t my Husband returned from his campaign yet?” Su Wenyue asked several questions in her eagerness to know.

Aunt Li hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She couldn’t guess the status of those young men; they didn’t appear to be subordinates of their Master. Their manner and demeanor resembled that of young masters from a Wealthy Family—they were dressed shabbily, as if they had encountered some hardship, but still carried an air of pride and confidence. When she inquired about their identities, they refused to say more, handing over a sachet as a token to meet Madam Han, insisting that Lord Han had sent them and conveying the message of his safety.

Despite further questioning, the young men wouldn’t reveal another word, except that they needed to see Madam Han. Given their uncertain identities, Aunt Li was cautious, yet she recognized the sachet—it was one that Madam herself had made for Master, and he cherished it, always carrying it with him. Now, however, it was in the hands of these young men, who demanded to see the Madam, hinting that they might truly be messengers sent by the Master.

With matters concerning the Master, Aunt Li did not dare to let the young men wait and immediately went to wake up the Madam, for she knew how anxiously the Madam awaited news of the Master every night. Hearing that he was safe would certainly bring great joy. Yet the secretive nature of these young men added a layer of doubt to Aunt Li’s mind. Nevertheless, with so many caretakers at home, there should be no harm.