Wang Laosi's tone was a little stiff. "You are the elder sister, and your younger brother can only rely on you. If you help your younger brother now, when your younger brother becomes successful in the future, you will have someone to rely on."
Wang Rong sneered in his heart, "I have a son."
If it weren't for her pregnancy and her husband's affection for her, she would have been divorced by her husband's family because of her family's behavior. It would be good if he didn't kill her. Wang Rong felt that it was a waste of words, so he lowered the curtain and said to the driver, "Let's go."
Wang Laosi was so angry that he jumped up and down, "Unfilial, unfilial."
Su Xuan was standing in the yard and could hear the cursing voices not far away. She was stunned and felt that it was disgusting to her ears.
Steward Ding heard a lot of excitement and watched a lot of drama in Zhoujia Village. He was especially concerned about Wang Laosi's family, who had some grievances with his family. He lowered his voice and told the county lady the origin of the grievances.
Su Xuan's eyes widened. It turned out there were such stories.
In the teahouse in the capital, Yao Zheyu couldn't figure out why Lord Zhou invited him to drink tea. In the past, he always invited Lord Zhou, but Lord Zhou ignored him. They had already drunk a pot of tea. Lord Zhou drank tea and listened to music, but he had no intention of talking. Instead, his stomach was filled with water. He couldn't bear to continue drinking. "Are you in a good mood today?"
Zhou Shuren smiled and said, "Did you see that?"
Yao Zheyu pulled the corner of his mouth. Lord Zhou's good mood was too obvious. "What's the good news, Lord?"
Zhou Shuren put down the dried fruit in his hand and said, "Today I took my uncle's grandson to see Lord Li. There was no other way. The child wanted to join the navy, but he was a little young, so he was sent to the military camp to hone his skills for a year. Now that it's done, how can I not be happy?"
Yao Zheyu held the teacup. He also wanted to go to the navy. He had found out some things, so he was recently given important positions. However, the emperor still had no intention of letting him leave the capital. He calmed himself down and said, "That young master is the one just now, right?"
Zhou Shuren nodded, "Hmm? This kid is good at martial arts? I believe he can make a name for himself. By the way, I haven't congratulated the prince on his recent important achievement."
Yao Zheyu's smile was a little forced, "Thank you, sir."
Zhou Shuren seemed to be chatting casually, "Your Highness must be very busy recently. A lot of things have happened to the Yao family? Look? Today is obviously a happy day? I shouldn't mention these things."
Yao Zheyu was silent? He knew everything about the Yao family? He knew it was not an accident? It was the Emperor's intention.
Zhou Shuren listened to the storyteller and said, "Is Yang Wen a very capable kid? Does my eldest brother-in-law support him? There is no burden in the family. As long as this kid is alive, he will have a good future. The prince is in the Ministry of War and has led troops in battles. He knows a lot of people. Please take care of him when the time comes."
Yao Zheyu finally understood why Lord Zhou suddenly invited him to have tea. It was all for Yang Wen. He felt sad. "Yang Wen has a master who cares about him. This child will have a good future."
Zhou Shuren raised his glass and said, "This official toasts to the prince."
The tea that was not very bitter to begin with became extremely bitter in Yao Zheyu's mouth. It would have been great if he was not the Prince Yao. Now the Emperor was besieging and killing the Yao family, but he could only watch. His wife had been frightened these days, but he actually envied Yang Wen.
Zhou Shuren kept an eye on Yao Zheyu, then looked away. Yao Zheyu had no way of escaping his background, and for his own sake, he had to do more. He curled the corners of his mouth and continued to listen to the storytelling.
At Zhou's house, Zhulan received a letter from Xuzhou, a letter from Chang Lian. This letter was addressed to Zhou Shuren and also talked about some of the situation in Xuzhou.
In the Mansion of Marquis Yao, Yao Wenqi was not sick, but he looked very haggard. He seldom dreamed, and even less had nightmares. After the accident to the Yao family, he had been plagued by nightmares one after another. He dreamed of the dead souls of the Yao family, a sea of fire, and people who died in struggle and pain. His clothes were burning, his skin was burning, and there were people rolling everywhere trying to put out the fire, and screams were endless.
Yao Wenqi closed his eyes. He didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, but he wasn't a weak person at heart. He frowned and sneered at the nightmares he had one after another.
In the palace, Rongchuan took many days off and returned to the Hanlin Academy. Today was his first time entering the palace. He felt very uncomfortable in the Zheng Palace, where he used to feel comfortable. He told himself over and over again that he had figured it out and should just let things take their course. Yes, just let things take their course.
He wanted to continue guessing, but he didn't want to bother himself and make Xue Han worry. He was going to be a father, and he just needed to remember that he was the support of his wife and children.
The emperor continued to carve, he was able to calm down, he was satisfied with his youngest son's reaction. Rongchuan had a strong character, and Zhou Shuren had indeed taught the child very well.
The Crown Prince sat on the other side, flipping through memorials in his hands. Now that his father had completely let go, he was doing his job more and more smoothly. The feeling of holding power was too great, but he had to keep telling himself to calm down.
The three father and sons in the hall did not disturb each other, but were extremely harmonious.
The emperor was in a good mood. The places that were most easily destroyed in the past were successfully carved today. He couldn't help laughing, "I really have talent."
The emperor could not bear to criticize his father. His father really had no talent. He was the typical person with poor hands-on ability, but he insisted on carving. If it was his idea, he could just draw the pattern and give it to the carving craftsman.
The emperor picked it up ostentatiously and said, "Come and have a look at my carving."
The prince said against his will, "This is the best sculpture I have ever seen."
The emperor still had some self-awareness and made up for it himself, "This jade pendant embodies my filial piety, it is indeed the best."
Rongchuan carefully identified the pattern. Well, he could already see the pattern, but it was a little ugly. However, it was the emperor's filial piety. "It is indeed the best carving."
In the teahouse, Zhou Shuren felt that he had talked enough with Yao Zheyu and gave him a lot of psychological hints. He was in a good mood and was ready to go home. As soon as he left the teahouse, he met Zhang Yang and Shi Qing.
Zhang Yang was a little surprised, "Master Zhou is taking a day off today?"
Zhou Shuren, "I took a day off today."
Zhang Yang turned his attention to Yao Zheyu. This Prince Yao had been avoiding him. Why was Zhou Shuren with Prince Yao
Zhou Shuren glanced at Shi Qing, who nodded.
Zhou Shuren retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "There have been so many things going on recently that I almost forgot to congratulate Your Highness on becoming a father. I would like to congratulate Your Highness here."
Zhang Yang's face turned cold, and his hands clenched into fists inside his sleeves. Ever since his concubine became pregnant, his brothers had been hinting in his ears whether the child was his or not. Now that he heard about the child, he felt no joy, only irritation and a lot of uneasiness in his heart.
Zhou Shuren was in a better mood, "Your Highness is unhappy. I have said too much. I will go first."
Zhang Yang, "..."
He really hated Zhou Shuren!