Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent! Chapter 1467: It’s All True

Chang Yi thought that fortunately, he had kept his son behind; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to get past this hurdle in his heart. "Who dares to ridicule my son?"

"I do."

Chang Yi: "...Father."

"Alright, get up now. Don’t make say it a second ti."

Chang Yi really wanted to keep kneeling, but his legs obediently stood him up. "Father, how are you feeling now?"

Zhou Shuren pointed to the small kang bed, signaling Chang Yi to sit. "I’m much better."

Two Imperial Physicians were attending to him; this level of treatnt was sufficient, especially when one of the two physicians was the chief physician.

Chang Yi carefully examined his father, noticing his father’s pale complexion, which made his heart ache even more. "Father, you’ve lost so much weight."

Zhou Shuren: "Once I’m cured, I’ll regain the weight."

Just as he finished speaking, Lady Zhao and Yu Die walked in with a few others and knelt down. Zhou Shuren was helpless; his wife was visiting Xue Han’s second son, but the daughters-in-law were a different matter. Sons could be scolded and reprimanded, but his tone softened as he said, "Lady Zhao, all of you, get up."

Lady Zhao had been terrified. She hadn’t expected such a major incident at ho. When Chang Yi saw that his father was looking at him, he helped his wife and children off the ground.

Zhou Shuren said, "Xue Han’s second son is ill. Your mother is at Prince Qin’s residence. Since you’ve just arrived ho, get so rest early."

Chang Yi’s heart sank. "How did the child fall ill?"

Zhou Shuren sighed. "The child was born with a weakness in the lungs. It’s been terribly cold these past few days, and he couldn’t withstand it and fell ill."

Chang Yi asked with concern, "How is the child now?"

"The illness has been brought under control, but, alas, the child is too young to be easily dicated."

He felt heartache for his grandson and for his youngest daughter. First, he got sick. As he improved, the child fell ill. He feared his youngest daughter might be forcing herself to hold on now only to fall sick later.

At Prince Qin’s residence, Zhulan watched her daughter fall asleep. She turned to Rongchuan and said, "Don’t blindly listen to everything Xue Han says. Her health can’t endure it."

Rongchuan was also in a haggard state. Their youngest son was frail, constantly ill since birth, and his wife needed respite. He deeply blad himself. "It’s all my fault. I’ve been too busy. I—"

Zhulan raised her hand to interrupt him. "This isn’t about you. You carry heavy burdens."

Rongchuan had already done enough.

Rongchuan said, "Mother, the child’s condition has stabilized. You should return ho and rest too. You’ve grown so much thinner these past few days."

Zhulan knew she had lost weight; the folds on her once-plump face had increased. In just a few days, her appearance had aged by five or six years, and her hair had whitened significantly. "Alright, I’ll head back first then."

When Zhulan stepped out, she greeted Ning Xu. Ning Xu’s face had a trace of a smile. "Heading back to the residence?"

"Mm. And Mr. Hou?"

Ning Xu was still worried about the child. "I’ll wait until the child is fully recovered before going back."

Zhulan understood Ning Xu; the child had been adopted into the Ning family and was now Ning Xu’s grandson—the apple of his eye.

At the Hanlin Academy, Mingyun walked out of the palace in a daze. Chang Zhi called his eldest nephew several tis before Mingyun snapped out of it. "You went to the palace once and now look like you’ve lost your soul?"

Mingyun pulled his fourth uncle aside, ensuring no one was around before speaking. "Fourth Uncle, I saw the imperial decree for rewards today."

Chang Zhi was montarily stunned. "How did you see it?"

"It was placed clearly in view, so how could I not see it? The Crown Prince even pointed out which one was ours and said that tomorrow is an auspicious day chosen for the occasion."

Chang Zhi understood why Mingyun was so shaken. The Crown Prince had explicitly hinted that the reward would be significant. "We’ll know tomorrow."

Mingyun couldn’t help but rember the way the Crown Prince had looked at him, as if he would benefit too. Mingyun had so guesses, but he dared not think too much.

That evening, Mingyun returned ho and shared news of the imperial decree’s rewards. Zhulan asked Shuren, "What do you think the Emperor’s reward will be?"

Zhou Shuren replied, "The Emperor still needs to serve as the Minister of Revenue, so my official rank won’t be promoted. But there are other possibilities."

Zhulan, who often forgot she was a Countess, remarked, "You an—nobility?"

Zhou Shuren nodded. "There’s no other option but that."

Zhulan: "I just wonder whether it’s only you becoming Mr. Hou or if the title will be hereditary for several generations."

A hereditary marquisate wasn’t sothing they could dream of; it required imnse contributions. Even those who once fought alongside the Retired Emperor didn’t receive a hereditary marquisate.

The next morning, having heard the news, Zhulan began preparations. Not long after the morning court session, Zhou Shuren stayed ho to await the imperial decree.

Imperial decrees used to be brief; this ti, the Emperor detailed Zhou Shuren’s achievents, making the docunt exceptionally lengthy.

Zhou Shuren had been granted the title of Marquis Zhou. Though the title bore no specific designation, it could be inherited for two generations. In addition to the noble title, rewards included silver and gold, one thousand taels of gold, nurous antique paintings, and two estates—one near the capital and one in the southern region.

Zhou Shuren wasn’t particularly moved by becoming Marquis Zhou, as he had already anticipated it. Instead, he was exhilarated, practically clinging to the boxes of antiques.

Zhou Shuren examined every item carefully, touching them repeatedly while muttering, "They’re real. They’re all real."

He continued flipping through ancient texts, exclaiming, "Haha, this ti, it’s all genuine."

The Emperor had finally shown generosity, gifting an unprecedented five boxes filled with treasures. Within them were authentic items, and several were exceedingly rare—an extravagant gesture indeed.

As for the gold, Zhou Shuren barely glanced at it; the Zhou family no longer lacked silver. What they lacked was heritage. These particular gold pieces, extracted from mines, couldn’t be traded in the market. They were designed for imperial rewards—how fitting for an emperor in prosperous tis to be so generous!

Zhulan understood Shuren’s excitent. Over the years, the royal family had been stingy. This ti, they truly displayed their wealth, even gifting her an entire box of jewelry. She, too, was thrilled.

The Zhou children were in disbelief; had their family truly been ennobled as Marquises?

Chang Yi ca to his senses and congratulated his father, but his father waved him off dismissively. Clearly, the old man wasn’t that interested in being a Marquis; his thoughts were entirely consud by the antiques and paintings.

Chang Yi turned to congratulate his eldest brother. "Eldest Brother, congratulations."

The eldest brother would, in ti, inherit the Marquis title.

Chang Zhi also hurriedly extended congratulations. He wasn’t envious; what was there to envy? "Congratulations, Eldest Brother."

Zhou Lao Da snapped out of his daze and pinched himself hard. Could he really beco a Marquis?

Chang Yi noticed his brother’s reaction and burst into laughter. "Eldest Brother, be gentle when pinching yourself, or you’ll bruise."

Zhou Lao Da winced from the pain and soon blushed. "It’s all thanks to Father."

Lady Li also ca to her senses and asked her two daughters-in-law, "I, I—"

She stamred but didn’t manage to form a complete sentence.

Ran Wan and Lau Jia were also montarily stunned before realizing this was a massive celebration for the Zhou family.

Zhulan, having finished admiring the jewelry, announced, "Today is a day of celebration. Triple the servants’ monthly wages so everyone can share in the joy."

Steward Ding floated out to make arrangents, astonished that he had one day beco the chief steward of a Hou Residence.

The news of the rewards spread quickly. Elder Wen nearly had a heart attack but grew increasingly wary of Zhou Shuren. The achievents listed in the imperial decree included so they hadn’t been aware of.

Many ministers felt a sense of clarity, realizing that several key policies bore Zhou Shuren’s involvent. The royal family’s recognition of Zhou Shuren seed justified. Any lingering resentnt for the Emperor assigning two Imperial Physicians to Zhou Shuren faded away.

So ministers began contemplating what gifts to send to congratulate Marquis Zhou.