Going back to the modern times and live broadcasting my daily life to the ancients!! - Chapter 4

Ran Shuixian seemed to see Yan Xi’s confusion, her eyes full of smiles. She carried a bundle of gold and silver on her back, took Yan Xi’s hand with her free hand and walked into the store, explaining as she walked: “The paper money I just gave to the driver is silver money. In ancient times, you had to pay for buying things and taking a bus, but in ancient times, you used silver notes, gold and silver. In modern times, there are many ways to pay, such as swiping cards, mobile phone payments, facial payment, and the other payment method I just used, using paper money or coins. Coins are similar to your ancient copper coins.”

Yan Xi nodded, somewhat understanding his mother’s explanation.

Then, pointing to his face, he asked, “Do you pay by scanning this face?”

Ran Shuixian was amused by his adorable question and couldn’t help but pinch his cute little cheek.

“Not yours, not yet!”

“Xixi, Mom will teach you slowly in the future.” Ran Shuixian didn’t expect him to understand everything right away. There was plenty of time to teach him gradually.

Once they settled down and got him registered, she planned to send him to school immediately. A mischievous smile appeared on Ran Shuixian’s face as she thought about the nine years of compulsory education. She had gone through it herself as a child, and now it was her son’s turn to experience it.

Yan Xi noticed his mother’s strange smile and suddenly felt a chill. He couldn’t shake the feeling that her smile carried some ulterior motive…

Song Lan, after preparing a bowl of rice noodles for a customer, came out and saw a mother and son dressed in ancient clothing entering the shop.

She couldn’t see their faces clearly as they were turned slightly away.

“What would you like to order?”

When Ran Shuixian heard the gentle voice of her birth mother, she couldn’t help but feel her eyes well up with tears.

“Mom…” Ran Shuixian shifted her gaze from her son to the woman holding the pot of rice noodles. She could no longer hold back her tears, which began to stream down her face.

Song Lan found the voice eerily familiar, so familiar that it had appeared countless times in her dreams—the voice of her long-lost daughter, the one she had yearned for day and night.

This time, Song Lan got a clear look at the face of the woman in ancient attire. Standing in the shop was none other than her daughter, who had been missing for many years.

With a loud “clang,” the pot of rice noodles fell to the ground, spilling noodles and broth everywhere. Half of it splashed onto Song Lan’s feet, with a few strands of noodles clinging to her shoes.

Ran Shuixian let go of her son’s hand and rushed to the woman, asking anxiously, “Mom, are you burned?”

The pot of rice noodles had just been served, steaming hot, and the broth could cause serious pain.

“My child, is it really you? You’ve come back, you’ve finally come back.” Song Lan, ignoring the pain in her feet, murmured as she carefully examined Ran Shuixian’s face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her emotions overwhelmed her.

Seeing her mother’s face, which had aged more than ten years, Ran Shuixian felt a pang of sadness. She hugged her tightly, tears falling uncontrollably.

“Mom, I’m back. I’ll never leave your side again.”

“Shuixian, my Shuixian.” Song Lan held her daughter and wept bitterly.

Ran Shuixian gently released her mother and wiped the tears from her cheeks, comforting her softly, “Mom, don’t cry. I’m back for good this time, and I’ll stay by your side.”

“Okay, I won’t cry. I’m just so happy you’re back. But child, where have you been all these years?”

Their entire family, along with her adoptive parents, had searched almost the entire country for her without success.

Her brother had even searched abroad but couldn’t find any trace of her.

“Boss, are you still open for business?”

A customer’s impatient voice echoed through the small eatery.

“Mom, we have customers. Let’s take care of them first, and I’ll tell you everything later when we have time.”

Without hesitation, Song Lan turned to the customer and said, “I’m sorry, but we’re closed for today. I’ll refund your money, and you can go eat somewhere else.”

She pulled out twenty yuan from her apron pocket and handed it back to the impatient man, who had paid by scanning a code when he entered.

The customer: “…”

Well, there was nothing he could do. If they said they were closed for the day, he couldn’t just stay.

Ran Shuixian: “…”

At this moment, Song Lan noticed a child standing beside her daughter, looking up at her.

The child was exceptionally beautiful, dressed in ancient-style clothing, as if he had stepped out of a painting.  

When Yan Xi saw that her grandmother had finally noticed him, he sweetly called out, 

“Grandma.”  

Song Lan stared blankly at the beautiful child who had just called her “Grandma.”  

“Ah! This… what is this?”  

She was momentarily at a loss.  

“Mom, this is your grandson,” Ran Shuixian began introducing her son, Yan Xi, to Song Lan.  

“What? My grandson?”  

Song Lan’s eyes widened in shock. Had her daughter gotten married during the ten years she had been missing?  

But she quickly came to terms with it. It was only natural that her daughter, who had been gone for ten years, might have married and had a child.  

“Where’s your husband? Didn’t he come back with you?”  

“Uh…”  

Ran Shuixian thought to herself, *My cheap husband is in ancient times; there’s no way I can bring him back to see you in this lifetime.*  

“You… you didn’t get divorced, did you?”  

Ran Shuixian blinked. She hadn’t officially divorced Yan Beiming, but their situation was practically the same as being divorced.  

“Anyway, I’m single now,” Ran Shuixian said vaguely.  

Song Lan’s eyes welled up with tears again. Her daughter must have gone through a divorce. Heartbroken, she hugged her daughter and began crying once more, comforting her through her tears, “My child, my poor child. Don’t be afraid. Even if you’re divorced, it’s okay. Mom will take care of you and my little grandson.”  

Shuixian gently patted her mother’s back, soothing her.

Song Lan released her daughter and turned her gaze to her little grandson. She gently touched his cheek, then cradled him in her arms, softly saying, “Be good, child. From now on, Grandma will take care of you.”

Yan Xi’s little face flushed red. The embrace of his grandmother was truly warm. For the first time in his life, he experienced such close contact with someone other than his mother. In the palace, there were many rules, and even his father, the emperor, had never treated him this way.

Seeing this scene, the ministers waiting in the Northern Liang court shouted in reprimand, “How dare you, insolent commoner, show such disrespect to the young prince!”

One of the Northern Liang officials knelt down and said, “Your Majesty, I suggest that the commoner who showed disrespect to the young prince be arrested and dealt with according to the law.”

“Your Majesty, we concur,” another official knelt and echoed.

The officials followed suit, kneeling and shouting in unison, “Your Majesty, we concur.”

“Get out, get out!”

Yan Beiming said in a deep voice.

These officials didn’t know where she was, yet they still brazenly threatened to deal with her according to the law. Deal with her? That’s my mother-in-law.

The ministers didn’t dare say anything more after hearing the emperor’s rebuke and retreated in obedience to the order.

The queen dowager moved her gaze from the sky to the emperor.

“My son, didn’t you say she was an orphan with no relatives?” If she knew that she was raised by her parents and wasn’t an orphan, she wouldn’t have treated her like that. 

“When I met her, she truly had no memory. How could someone without memory know they had relatives?”

Was she pretending to have amnesia? But if she wasn’t, then she was hiding something.

At that time, he had suspected she was a spy and investigated her. The secret guards provided information about Ran Shuixian, but they couldn’t find anything. From the start, he knew she wasn’t from the Northern Liang Dynasty.

Seeing the interaction between his younger brother and his grandmother, a trace of envy and loneliness flashed across Yan Yi’s stern face—but only for a moment. Soon, he returned to his usual calm expression.