Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!
Chapter 325 Perfect Timing for a Slap in the Face_1

Chapter 325: Chapter 325 Perfect Timing for a Slap in the Face_1

Zhou Shuren, "...."

My head hurts, big brother knows too much!

Standing at the door, Lady Li didn’t feel like entering anymore; she realized that the head of the family was completely unaware that he had said too much, it was better to just slip away!

Zhou eldest had an air of "I know our father best," leaving Wu Chun dumbfounded. He had never imagined that his uncle was like this in private. Hmm, his father was also good to his mother, but not to the extent his uncle was. His uncle was truly a man of passion. He had indeed thought too much.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wu Chun glanced at his uncle, whose face was so dark it seemed it could drip ink. He felt the daggers from his uncle’s eyes and stood up, "I’m going to lie down for a bit."

As he spoke, he patted his older cousin on the shoulder. If glares could kill, his older cousin would have been done in by their uncle long ago.

Wu Chun had barely left the main room when he heard his trembling older cousin say, "Dad, I did it all for you. I didn’t want you to be misunderstood."

Wu Chun couldn’t resist curling the corners of his mouth. He asked the young servant which room had been prepared for him. He felt he would be able to sleep well.

In the main hall, Zhulan watched Zhou eldest pleading for mercy and thought it was about time. Zhou eldest indeed needed to be dealt with – his mouth was too quick to reveal family secrets!

Zhulan had cried her eyes out, and although Zhou eldest had lightened up the mood, her heart still felt empty. She still had to write a letter to dad, to tell him about Wu Chun’s behavior and to persuade him further.

The old master must be in the most pain. The Yang family didn’t have many offspring; her father only had them three siblings. Her eldest and second brothers didn’t have many children either; Wu Chun had been married for years and only had a son and a daughter, with the daughter being born just the year before.

Wu Jiang from her second brother’s family also had been married for quite some time but only had two sons.

The Yang family had difficulty having children; every grandson and great-grandson was a treasure in the old master’s heart. Who knows how pained the old master’s heart must be!

Zhulan was worried about dad’s leg, whether mom could endure it, and also concerned about her eldest brother and sister-in-law. Thus, her letter became much longer.

Zhou Shuren returned just as Zhulan had finished her letter, which was six pages long. Zhulan handed it to Zhou Shuren, "Do you think anything is missing?"

Zhou Shuren quickly scanned the letter, "There’s nothing missing."

Zhulan sighed, "Let’s buy some good medicinal wine tomorrow to send back. I reckon the old master will torture himself as punishment."

Zhou Shuren held Zhulan’s shoulders, "Dad’s stronger than you think."

Zhulan, "Yeah."

At the old home, Zhou second hesitated whether or not to write a letter, knowing that if Wu Dong hadn’t passed away, he wouldn’t have hesitated.

Zhao Bo couldn’t stand it anymore, "I think we should write to mom and dad."

"But grandpa said not to tell mom and dad."

Zhao Bo put down the cotton-padded jacket she was making for her daughter, "Mom and dad are so smart, they must have guessed what could happen."

Zhou second fell silent for a moment, "You see things clearer than I do."

"It’s not that I see clearer, it’s just that you’re too worried about mom not being able to handle it."

She believed that the smarter mom and dad were, the calmer they would be, surely they had been prepared for a long time.

Zhou second sighed, "Grandpa’s hair has gone white, auntie has fainted several times from crying, and grandma is still ill."

Zhao Bo pursed her lips, "What’s most infuriating is that there are still people making snide remarks."

Zhou second was silent; over the years, plenty of people outwardly feared the Yang family but inwardly hoped for their downfall. He also overheard some vicious comments suggesting that all three Wu brothers had died.

He didn’t think so, Wu Chun being able to have Wu Dong’s body sent back, although not much was said, but he also knew that Wu Chun was alive and well, and as for Wu He, he must be on the mend. Now that the war had ended and a great victory had been won, there must be news incoming. He waited to see the faces of those who had spoken ill change.

In the capital, Wu Chun slept a day without waking. At dinner, Zhou Shuren came back from a visit and said, "Let’s eat. Wu Chun will probably wake up tomorrow."

Zhulan held her chopsticks; she was exhausted. Finally, she had a chance to rest. "Let’s eat," she said.

At night, Zhulan couldn’t rest well. As the saying goes, "What you think about in the day, you dream of at night." She had a nightmare, saw a bloodied Wu Dong, dreamed of Wu He, and even of Wu Chun lying in a pool of blood. She knew clearly that dreams were false, yet one relentless nightmare followed another.

Zhulan had not had a good rest during the night, and Zhou Shuren, who was a light sleeper, had rested even less.

The couple opened their eyes in the morning, with dark circles under them.

Wu Chun had rested well, the bloodshot look in his eyes had subsided quite a bit, and there was some recovery in his vigor and spirit.

Wu Chun said, "Aunty, I want to show you my estate today, so you can recognize it. Three days from now, when I leave, I entrust it to you."

Zhulan also wanted to see the estate that had been bestowed upon her. "Alright," she answered.

After the meal, Li Chun and Er Yue went to the Horse Bureau and led the carriage back. The Zhulan family took the carriage to Wu Chun’s estate.

Wu Chun’s estate was in West City, the part of the capital where land was worth its weight in gold. Zhulan’s family had bought a courtyard close to West City for two thousand taels, let alone Wu Chun’s double-courtyard estate.

Wu Chun’s estate had two courtyards, but the land was big enough for three courtyards; it could be renovated into a triple-courtyard dwelling.

Wu Chun explained, "These young servants and maids were all part of the original estate and were bestowed upon me as well. This time when I leave, I will only keep a gatekeeper, and I will take the rest with me."

Grandpa and Grandma, Dad and Mom, had never been served by others in their lives. This time, they would finally enjoy some good fortune.

He had indeed sent a letter to Grandpa to inquire, yet deep down he knew Grandpa would surely go to Lizhou Province. Auntie wasn’t at their old home anymore, and nothing was left there to hold Grandpa’s attention.

Zhulan counted along the way—there were eight young male servants, six maids, one old woman, one steward, and one gatekeeper. Indeed, that was quite a few servants.

All the furniture and household items in the estate were complete; hmm, all the furniture was made from quality wood. Such a nice estate had been bestowed upon them.

After recognizing the place, they stayed in Wu Chun’s estate for lunch, with oranges and longan fruits as part of the meal. Zhulan, however, did not accept them, asking Wu Chun to pack them up properly so she could hire someone to send them back to her hometown the next day. Though they would spoil a bit, they were rare delicacies, and she guessed that many back home were waiting to make fun of the Yang family. These rare fruits would be perfect for a comeback.

After hearing her reasoning, Wu Chun looked at his aunt carefully. Hmm, he realized he didn’t quite understand his only aunt. Indeed, someone who could spend most of her life with an uncle with deep schemes was not simple. "I’ll listen to you, Auntie."

This was also good; he didn’t need to worry about Auntie anymore.

In the afternoon, Zhulan purchased everything she needed, and Zhou Shuren had found a caravan. The next day, a large load of goods was packed onto the carriage and left the capital.

Wu Chun had his last meal with the Zhou family. The following day, he met with Zheng Hong and left the capital for the military camp. Since they were leaving from the camp, Zhulan couldn’t see them off.

The arrival of Wu Chun certainly left an impact on the Zhou family; neighbors nearby all knew that the Zhou family had a military general relative.

Zhulan, who believed in keeping a low profile, warned the eldest and Lady Li not to speak of Wu Chun’s matter.

It was possible to keep it from the neighbors, but not from Zhao Bo and Scholar Deng. Scholar Deng was well-informed, and Zhao Bo knew rather a lot. Both of them came to congratulate.

Although Wu Chun was not a military general from the capital, his presence meant that the Zhou family had a tangible relative in a position of authority, not like before when they could only rely on themselves.

Winter in the capital passed quickly, even with a few snowfalls, the city remained as bustling as ever. Zhulan couldn’t remember how long Wu Chun had been gone, only feeling it had been quite a while.

Zhulan sat by the window, looking out at the snow through the open window when Lady Li ran in. "Mother, Mother," she called.