Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent! Chapter 923 - 923 923 A Bit Childish

923: Chapter 923: A Bit Childish 923: Chapter 923: A Bit Childish Zhulan felt a pang of sympathy, “Then you should rest so more days.

What would you like to eat?

I’ll personally—never mind, I’ll have the kitchen make it for you.”

Zhulan, who had never lit up her cooking skills, was genuinely stumped; she could cook at best, her dishes were edible yet not delicious, and her culinary abilities hadn’t grown much over the years.

This wasn’t because the Zhou family had beco official and Zhulan didn’t lift a finger.

She would do sothing when she got bored at tis.

Zhou Shuren sighed in relief.

His taste buds had beco spoiled; he really didn’t want to eat his wife’s cooking or her soups.

Don’t talk about true love swallowing anything no matter how unpleasant—the truth was, he just didn’t want to eat it.

Zhulan pinched Zhou Shuren’s face, “You’re making it too obvious.”

{” “}Zhou Shuren complained pitifully, “I’m a patient.”

Zhulan tugged at his face a couple more tis, feeling envious as could be.

Although his skin wasn’t as good as hers, he had less fat for sure.

She let go and said, “You’re not attending court today.

The rumors will only beco more exaggerated.”

Zhou Shuren rubbed his face, his wife really pinched hard, “Let them talk, I think it’s not lively enough!”

Besides, the Emperor probably hoped for the rumors to grow.

At least that would draw more attention.

Yesterday’s conversation had made it clear that the Emperor was planning to take action; he just hadn’t made up his mind yet.

Zhulan stood up, “Rest well.

I’m going to pack up our son’s clothes.”

Zhou Shuren was stunned, “I’m sick, and you want to send our son to the Wu family?”

Zhulan, “….You’re not seriously ill, nor do you have amnesia.

Last night we agreed to send our son to the Wu family once the storm passes.”

Zhou Shuren felt awkward; he had truly forgotten, “Then what clothes are you packing for our son?”

Zhulan gritted her teeth, “Your son is growing fast; so of his clothes are already too small, so I need to pack them up.”

Zhou Shuren pulled up the blanket, closed his eyes, and pretended like he wasn’t the one who had just spoken, as if he were now sleeping soundly.

Zhulan was too lazy to roll her eyes, yet she felt like laughing a bit.

Inside the palace, the Emperor received news that Zhou Shuren was genuinely sick—cough, cough—it seed like he really blad him.

No, that’s wrong; he should bla Zhou Shuren himself for dressing too warmly.

The Emperor wanted to have the Imperial Physician take a look, but then he held back since he was supposed to be cold-faced in coordination with Zhou Shuren today.

Sending soone now to see Zhou Shuren would be betraying that cold-front.

Besides, Zhou Shuren was not seriously ill, so he decided to let it go.

The Crown Prince, unaware of his father’s internal thoughts, was genuinely worried for Zhou Shuren.

As for yesterday’s rumors, the Crown Prince hadn’t taken them to heart.

Attending court today proved it further—the Emperor was all smiles with him, unlike the previous days when his smile seed to suppress sothing.

The Crown Prince breathed a sigh of relief.

The Emperor had been delaying his decree, and even with a stable heart, he had felt sowhat shaken!

At the Ministry of Revenue, Wong Ju had even more duties today.

Zhou Shuren was good at using his subordinates.

As long as soone could keep up with his pace, Zhou Shuren wouldn’t overwork himself.

Today, with Zhou Shuren absent, a lot of the work had piled up on him.

Wong Ju internally cursed Zhou Shuren, not believing that he was truly sick.

He was convinced Zhou Shuren was faking it, since Zhou Shuren had no credibility with him.

Wong Ju made up his mind that when Zhou Shuren returned, he would also request leave!

At the Zhou residence, Xue i couldn’t get involved with anything.

Even when her father got sick, she only found out when she went back to her maternal ho with her daughter.

The only one in the dark, Xue i now worried about her father endlessly.

Xue i first checked on her father.

Seeing him sleeping soundly, she felt reassured, “Mother, Father is too exhausted.”

Zhulan also felt heartache, “The more your father acquires, the more he will have to give in return.”

Xue i had always known her mother’s words carried so truth, reflecting carefully on what her mother said.

Fortunately, she lacked ambition, and the Jiang family had little to offer.

Zhulan erged with her daughter, “Don’t worry about , just caught a bit of a chill.

A few days’ rest and I’ll be fine.”

Xue i said, “I’ve never been able to help the family with anything.

In the past, being far away ant I couldn’t fully perform my filial duties.

Now that I’m closer, Mother, I would like to be more filial.”

Zhulan smiled, “Living well and not causing your father and any worry is already the greatest act of filial piety.”

Of the Zhou family’s children, Xue i was the most worry-free, having only caused concern when she first arrived in ancient tis.

Since then, her high emotional intelligence had spared them further worry, and this too was an act of filial piety.

Xue i felt embarrassed, “Mother, I haven’t done anything.”

Zhulan patted her eldest daughter’s hand, “You’ve done plenty.

Your father and I have never lacked for clothes you’ve made, and the New Year’s gifts and festival presents you send are always what your father and I like.

You’ve always kept us in your heart, and we know it.”

It was precisely because they knew this that she and Zhou Shuren would never neglect their eldest daughter.

It wasn’t only the children who cried that were endearing—those who were too sensible were equally endearing.

Xue i genuinely didn’t feel she had done anything special; she had simply done what a daughter ought to do.

At the Ministry of Rites, the Emperor’s stern expression during the early morning court session gave Phang Huai much to ponder.

The Emperor’s cold deanor also sparked thoughts among so of the crafty old foxes.

Initially, they hadn’t given it much thought, but Zhou Shuren’s request for leave combined with the Emperor’s frigid expression made the old foxes unable to resist overthinking.

Phang Huai did not like Zhou Shuren, truly disliked him from the bottom of his heart, the reason being Zhou Shuren’s high-profile manner as he made his way up, not only attention-grabbing but also heavily relied upon by the Emperor.

He was envious of Zhou Shuren’s talent and ability, greeting Zhou Shuren with smiles because the Crown Prince needed Zhou Shuren.

Now, Phang Huai thought Zhou Shuren was too arrogant and was even more convinced that Zhou Shuren had been scolded the previous day.

And today, Zhou Shuren dared to skip court.

Sick?

He didn’t believe it, not with the Emperor’s face so dark.

The Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Rites inquired, “Sir, what about Wu Ming?”

Phang Huai wished for nothing more than Zhou Shuren’s demotion, but he was also a man with a brain.

Until he saw a definite outco, he wouldn’t make any major moves.

This wasn’t due to innate caution, but because he had seen too many in the capital end up being humiliated.

“Leave him be.”

The Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Rites understood what to do, which was to ignore the issue for the ti being.

Wu Ming’s perception was quite straightforward.

Neither the Chief of Staff nor the Deputy Ministers targeted him, but having been too conspicuous the previous day, he encountered prickly remarks from so of the doctors and directors today.

Wu Ming watched an official surnad Tao with interest.

When he had co to the Ministry of Rites, his godfather had said not to get too close to the Tao family.

Yesterday, the Tao family had treated him like a beloved nephew; today, they couldn’t wait to keep their distance.

Wu Ming said to Gu Zhuomin beside him, “Your days here have been tough, why do you stick so close to ?”

Gu Zhuomin replied, “My luck has always been poor, but now I feel like my luck is going to get better.”

Wu Ming found this intriguing, “Why say so?”

Gu Zhuomin smiled for the first ti that day, “I see Zhou Shuren in you, just now.”

Wu Ming recalled his recent actions; he had discreetly dealt soone a verbal jab.

Indeed, those whom his godfather noticed were not the ordinary sort, “You indeed have so interesting qualities as godfather ntioned.”

Gu Zhuomin was surprised, “Zhou Shuren has ntioned to you?”

Wu Ming, not wanting to elaborate, turned and left, leaving Gu Zhuomin lost in thought.

In the afternoon, Rongchuan and Chang Lian returned ho together.

Rongchuan had been to the palace today and had ended up knowing a bit too much.

The Emperor had told him he couldn’t speak of it to anyone.

In fact, even if the Emperor hadn’t cautioned him, he wouldn’t have spoken of it.

Who could have thought that the Emperor, after bragging for an hour, was actually boasting about how he had bested Uncle Zhou in chess!!

The more Rongchuan thought about the Emperor’s triumphant expression, the more conflicted he felt.

The Emperor was a tad childish!!