Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!
Chapter 1065: Not Seeing Wrong

Chapter 1065: Chapter 1065: Not Seeing Wrong

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and the biggest topic in the capital was the sifting out of a considerable number of eunuchs and palace maids from within the palace and those who were still squatting in the dungeons being interrogated.

The sensation had continued for almost half a month, with the topic showing no signs of fading.

Zhulan was at home, playing with her little grandson, Ming Jung, who really resembled Lady Li and was most adored by the eldest son. He loved to hold him in his hands when he had the chance.

Lady Li disliked her youngest son; he was a voracious eater and drinker, and he had an especially loud voice, which gave her the sensation of looking into a mirror. Thinking about her past self, she shifted her gaze away from her little son, "Mother, aren’t they selecting palace maids again in the palace?"

Zhulan let go of her grandson’s chubby hand, "Since the Empress has decreed it, then they won’t be selecting anymore."

Lady Li reflected, "Thankfully there aren’t many masters in the palace now; otherwise, with some being released and others being cleaned out, there wouldn’t be enough to serve the many masters."

Zhulan turned her head, "Why have you started caring about this matter?"

Lady Li smiled, "The last time the Qi Clan came to chat with me, they mentioned that some families are waiting for the Crown Prince to ascend to the throne before sending their daughters into the palace."

Zhulan thought to herself that this wasn’t about sending girls into the palace to become maidens; they were seeking wealth and status. The Crown Prince wasn’t old—indeed, he was in his prime—and the temptation was great. If too many sparrows turned into phoenixes and rose to nobility, it would be troublesome.

Lady Li leaned closer to her mother, "Mother, Jiang Miu isn’t getting any younger."

Zhulan gave Lady Li a glance, "Jiang Miu has her own parents; don’t meddle unnecessarily."

Lady Li felt wrongly accused, "I didn’t mean to meddle; it’s just that someone asked about our Miumiu, so I wanted to mention to you that Miumiu is also of marriageable age."

She assumed her mother-in-law would take care of her grandchildren’s matrimonial matters, which was why she brought it up, but it seemed like her mother-in-law wasn’t involved.

Zhulan understood Lady Li; she wasn’t one to harbor hidden intentions, but since someone had spoken to Lady Li about it, it seemed there really were those who held Miumiu in high esteem. Being Zhou Shuren’s granddaughter did bring her attention after all.

Zhulan continued, "Xue Mei already has plans. By now, the letter and gifts that were sent should have reached the Zhou family village."

Indeed, it had reached Zhou family village. Dong Yiyi read and reread the letter twice; it was a letter from Xue Mei inquiring about her well-being, sharing some news from the capital, and asking about her son and daughter more earnestly.

Dong Yiyi eyed the stationery, ink, brush, and inkstone—all of the finest quality. Xue Mei had gone out of her way to send these items, a signal of consideration. It seemed likely that the pairing between Muchen and Miumiu could happen.

But the jewelry gifted to her daughter, if merely sent as an afterthought, needn’t have been so expensive. The jewelry sent wasn’t cheap, and the letter mentioned it was from the Rongchuan household.

Muchen also felt somewhat dumbfounded, "Mother, might these pieces of jewelry be too extravagant?"

Dong Yiyi’s heart thumped rapidly, "Could it be possible that the Jiang family wants to strengthen ties through marriage?"

Muchen blushed, "Mother."

She thought of Jiang Zhu, her face reddening further, while also feeling relieved that if the match did happen, she wouldn’t have to worry about her own marriage matters. She had always feared that her sister might impulsively arrange a marriage for her.

The more Dong Yiyi thought about it, the more she felt this possibility was likely. If it was true, then it would be wonderful.

Abroad, Chang Yi and the ambassadors had witnessed a grand spectacle—a full-on martial performance. Today was meant for the signing of the acquisition agreements; they were on the verge of inking the deal when a group of assailants burst in.

As ambassadors of a great nation, accompanied by elite soldiers, the skirmish hadn’t affected the ambassadors.

Ambassadors were courteously sent back to their quarters after everything ended, amidst a scene covered with fresh blood and corpses.

Guards remained on duty outside, and the ambassadors on their mission felt tense.

Wu Ming signaled for his men to stay outside and let those unaware go rest until only a few in the know remained in the room. Then Wu Ming asked, "Looking at the situation, is this slaughter nearing its end?"

Chang Yi replied, "It should be ending soon. I didn’t hear any more cries of killing on my way back just now."

Wu Ming massaged his temples. They, as ambassadors, should not have interfered in the royal power struggle of a foreign nation. However, the promised benefits were too great, and they only needed to use the signing of the treaty to lure important figures to come and sign. Although the mission was accomplished, he felt very weary.

Chang Yi was remarkably calm. "Don’t worry about it anymore. In a few days, once we’ve signed the treaty and received our benefits, we can start our journey home."

Wu Ming hummed in agreement, thinking of the genuine silver earned from selling warships. A smile deepened on his face, and with the additional benefits, the smile grew even more profound. He patted Chang Yi on the shoulder, "I just realized, you have quite the nerve."

Chang Yi smiled. It wasn’t that he had been brave at first; if he hadn’t been, he would have died and would not have been able to hold an official position. It was he who had negotiated this round of benefits. Judging by the royal family’s attitude and some information revealed by Bahu, he knew the opportunity had come. Achieving merits was not easy for him; he had to create them himself.

In the capital, within the Hou Residence, Yao Wenqi had recovered for a few days and no longer had nightmares. However, he was not happy, as the sudden cessation of nightmares confirmed his suspicions—he had indeed been poisoned.

What alarmed him most was that no matter how he investigated, he could not determine how he had been poisoned!

Yao Zheyu sat by and didn’t move, ignoring his father’s dark eyes.

Yao Wenqi withdrew his gaze. He suspected his eldest son was behind it. Because of him, his eldest son had been denied significant use. Coupled with the continuous troubles befalling the Yao clan, he couldn’t ensure that his eldest son wasn’t harboring ulterior motives. He regretted not getting rid of him earlier. As for his deceased first wife, he had never liked her—it had merely been for the power of her family.

Later, when his first wife heard things she should not have heard and met people she should not have met, he had taken action to prevent future troubles, and even after the wife’s death, her family had been continually devoured by the Yao clan.

He always had a grudge against this son. His eldest son had always remembered his mother’s death. Every time he asked about it, he grew even more disgusted with him. "I hear you’ve been given a significant role lately."

Yao Zheyu answered, "Not exactly significant."

Yao Wenqi held back his frustration. He didn’t trust his eldest son, who was like a knife in the Emperor’s hand to win over the son. He had never considered that. "I’m getting old, and your son is my only grandson. Send him over tomorrow so I can get to know him better."

Yao Zheyu clenched his fist, "No, the child is still too young to be away from his mother. If you have time, you might as well spend it with my younger brothers."

Yao Wenqi had no expectations that his eldest son would listen to him and, thinking about his younger sons, his mood improved somewhat—his body felt better.

In the evening, Rongchuan and Xue Han came to dine. Zhulan looked at Rongchuan, "How come I feel like you’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time you were here?"

Rongchuan, preoccupied with his thoughts, uttered, "I’ve been a bit busy lately."

Zhou Shuren furrowed his brows, "Have you encountered some trouble?"

Rongchuan hesitated before sharing, "Father, on my way back to the Hou Residence today, I nearly collided with a carriage. The curtain of the carriage lifted for a moment, and I saw something."

Xue Han urged, "What did you see? Hurry up and tell us."

Ever since Rongchuan had guessed his own lineage and realized that Zhang Yang was a sham, he had paid more attention to Zhang Yang, especially to Zhang Yang’s appearance, "I saw someone who looks even more like the Emperor than Zhang Yang does. Although his face was quite bearded, the profile was truly very similar."

Zhou Shuren sat up a bit straighter, "Are you sure you saw clearly?"

Rongchuan carefully recalled, becoming somewhat unsure again, "I think I saw clearly, but perhaps I was mistaken."