Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 928 - 917: The Time-Traveling Heroine’s Biased Grandmother

When Ye Qiu passed away, she was already at a venerable age of ninety. By that time, even her great-grandchildren were married, each one of them crying outside her courtyard.

At the front were two couples: Yang Yuhui and Ji Qiuyan, and Yang Yuxin and Zhou Qing. They were not young themselves, yet they were crying like children.

Behind them were the grandchildren Yang Shuchen, Yang Shuliang, Yang Shuhong, and others. Once full of youthful spirit, they had become pillars of the nation. Now, their faces were filled with sorrow and pain, and they could still vaguely see the figure of their grandmother teaching them.

Ye Qiu passed away peacefully, because under her influence, the Yang Family was progressing with positivity and the children were all diligent and dutiful. Although there were occasional frictions, it was especially warm.

The only thing that made her sigh was probably the second son’s family. The couple loved each other for over ten years, then blamed and resented each other for over twenty years, passing away before her.

To outsiders, her granddaughter Yang Xiudan seemed glamorous, possessing endless wealth and being the Lady of the First-rank Marquis Mansion. However, her unruly nature and unwillingness to concede drove her husband to another woman, appearing glorious but in reality swallowing pain silently.

If it weren’t for Shu Liang standing up these years, advancing step by step, her days might have been even tougher.

Yet Ye Qiu couldn’t understand why, despite being the one who pursued freedom and loyalty the most, Yang Xiudan didn’t separate from her husband after he had another woman. Even though it was the First-rank Marquis Mansion, the Yang Family had the strength to protect her.

Ye Qiu thought it through and decided not to dwell on it. Life is lived by oneself, and she had never intended to engage with the protagonist.

Little did she know, Yang Xiudan was stuck in a dead end, in a rivalry with herself.

She pondered all her life and couldn’t figure out why, despite her grandmother being a biased and unsophisticated countrywoman, her children achieved such high accomplishments?

Even the once despondent brother, after being brought over for a few years, completely changed his nature. He not only became more motivated but also less impulsive, proceeding step by step slowly.

Sometimes she watched anxiously, wanting to help her brother advance quickly, but she was flatly refused. At that time, she was furious, thinking her brother didn’t appreciate her kindness, thinking he had been brainwashed by their grandmother. Following the rules like this, when would he ever rise to prominence?

But the events that unfolded later made her realize she was wrong. Her brother’s nature wasn’t suited for a hasty approach; his steadiness earned him respect from those above, leading to his later position as the Minister of Revenue, Yang Shuliang.

He might not be the smartest, but he was trusted by Your Majesty to manage the country’s treasury.

Then there was her elder cousin Yang Shuchen, who rose to the Prime Minister position, holding immense power. Sometimes she found it unbelievable. Even though her brother was already Chief of Staff, why could her elder cousin of the same Yang Family become Prime Minister? And the rising younger cousin, though not following their third uncle into the Ministry of Justice, used his martial skills to guard the border.

She couldn’t count them all: her cousin’s husband Du Yu managed the largest export Prefecture in Jiangnan; the husbands of her two younger cousins were, respectively, the head of the largest academy in Jiangnan and the Commandery Prince overseeing the capital’s defense.

The Yang Family could almost be said to dominate the court and the wild; wasn’t Your Majesty wary?

Yet how could the stubborn Yang Xiudan understand the importance of diplomacy? Moreover, the Yang Family didn’t crave power. If a younger member rose up, surely an elder would resign.

Your Majesty saw all the deeds of the Yang Family. Furthermore, the Yang Family was adept at timing, making it hard for doubt to arise without treacherous whispers around Your Majesty.

The nation was prosperous and peaceful, and the people sang praises. Your Majesty barely had enough time to enjoy the satisfaction, let alone think of absurdities.

However, before Ye Qiu passed away, she left a testament: if the Yang Family wished for longevity, they must clearly understand the times and not covet power.

Yang Xiudan spent her life stubbornly resenting Ye Qiu, trying to prove the correctness of her painstaking family separation and her choices, believing her life was no less than others in the Yang Family.

But in the end, upon hearing about Ye Qiu’s passing, she suddenly shed tears.

Even though she wouldn’t admit it, she ultimately regretted—being alone was exhausting. She longed for the support of family, for someone to advise her when she was at a loss.

She also wished to know, had she not been so selfish and overbearing, had she not maliciously tried to frame her third uncle from the start, would her grandmother have forgiven her? Would she have protected her as she did other grandchildren?

She truly regretted it. She shouldn’t have thought of herself as someone reborn with ample modern knowledge to look down on people of this era.

In her past life, she was just an ordinary college student, possessing only superficial book knowledge. Once that knowledge was exhausted, she wasn’t even a match for anyone here.

She shouldn’t have underestimated people of ancient times, nor should she have pushed away her family. Her parents’ discord wasn’t devoid of her contribution. No wonder later, even though her brother was willing to protect her, he barely spoke to her.

Yang Xiudan, by herself, came to pay homage to her grandmother, kneeling aside and crying silently, indifferent to others’ gazes.

"Brother, I was wrong." She said weakly, "I was wrong from the beginning."

"Grandmother always cared about you, and this is the letter she left for you." Yang Shuliang patted his sister’s head. Though both were old, it was just like when they were children.

Yang Sidan unfolded the letter, stunned at first glance. It read:

Grandmother knows you are not from this era, but no matter what, the blood flowing in you is of the Yang Family. Child, being too stubborn is not good; isn’t life tiring?

If you don’t love anymore, let go. No one will mock you. Your uncles, brothers, and cousins will always be your support. Occasionally, let out your weak side; they are your closest kin.

Yang Xiudan cried profusely, tears blurring the letter, yet she couldn’t stop, for there were innumerable emotions she wished to release from her heart.

She looked at the mourning hall and wailed, nearly drowned by remorse. How wonderful would it have been if Grandmother were still here? She wanted, like others, to lean on Grandmother’s knee, relying on her guidance when indecisive, having her support against wrongs.

"Brother, I want a divorce." After a long time, she uttered these words.

"Okay." Yang Shuliang said just one word.

Then, on the day of the divorce, almost all members of the Yang Family who could come did. She smiled, feeling an incomparable sense of relief and comfort as the sun shone on her, and she finally felt the long-lost warmth.