Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!
Chapter 488 Not Blaming Him_1

Chapter 488: Chapter 488 Not Blaming Him_1

Zhou Shuren fell silent, "....a life-saving favor."

Zhulan, "....."

She was growing resistant to this talk of life-saving favors. It seemed never-ending. Now, it was being used as leverage again.

When Zhou Shuren heard what Yao Zheyu had said, he was pretty speechless too. He almost spilled his tea, but indeed, it was the best rationale and wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

Zhulan rubbed her forehead, "Let’s sleep."

Zhou Shuren casually wrapped his arms around his wife. It was indeed more comfortable to sleep while holding her. What a pity that, not long after, Zhulan slapped his hand away.

Zhulan pulled at the quilt, "I still need to hold my son. It’s uncomfortable for me when you hold me."

Through the darkness, Zhou Shuren looked longingly at his young son sleeping inside. When would this boy grow up and sleep on his own? It had been a long while since he had held his wife in sleep. Zhou Shuren pondered for a moment, "The child can sleep by himself, too."

Zhulan glared at him. In ancient times it was common practice for those who could afford it to let wet nurses and maids take care of the children, but she couldn’t. Even if she had the means, she wouldn’t feel at ease. Ah, her long-awaited son, how could she let him sleep by himself at such a young age? At least not before he was two.

Zhou Shuren hissed in pain. That really hurt; Zhulan’s slap was harsh, and he dared not speak again.

The next morning, after breakfast, Yao Zheyu came to visit. The gifts he brought were all valuable, but still reeked of a nouveau riche flair. Zhulan and Zhou Shuren exchanged a look. Now that Yao Zheyu didn’t have to pretend, his gifts were still in bad taste. The problem really was with Yao Zheyu’s taste.

Zhou Shuren accepted the gifts with a smile, "Prince, you’ve gone to great expense."

There were still aspects of Yao Zheyu that pleased him.

Seeing that his gift was accepted, Yao Zheyu let out a breath of relief. The gifts he brought this time really cost him a lot. He was well aware that, if it weren’t for cooperating with him, Lord Zhou really wouldn’t be keen on dealing with him.

All he could do was try his best to make amends. If there were a regret medicine, he would definitely buy it. He had learned his lesson; one should never underestimate anyone.

Yao Zheyu smiled, "It’s nothing I wouldn’t spend for, as long as Lord Zhou is pleased."

Zhulan, "...."

If one ignored the occasional glances Yao Zheyu cast towards the gifts, one might believe his words. Still, Yao Zheyu was indeed in pain over the loss.

Feeling the lady’s gaze upon him, Yao Zheyu retracted his attention to the gifts, but the pain in his heart remained. He wasn’t great at hoarding silver, and his expenses were not small. After much difficulty in saving, his funds were dwindling again; it was quite a miserable situation.

This was the main courtyard and it wasn’t proper for an outside man to stay for too long. Zhou Shuren stood up, "Prince, this way please."

Yao Zheyu got up, "Lord Zhou, after you."

At the capital, the Emperor looked at the report sent to him, "Yao Zheyu is quite popular, isn’t he?"

The Crown Prince, upon hearing this, immediately guessed what kind of message was delivered and cautiously said, "The Princely Heir is already eighteen, indeed no longer young."

The Emperor, "No rush, no rush."

The Crown Prince understood, the Emperor intended to involve himself in Yao Zheyu’s marital affairs. However, His Majesty had yet to show his hand. Poor Yao Zheyu didn’t know that now he not only had to be wary of the people from Hou Residence but also the officials from Jinzhou Province.

The Emperor remarked wistfully, "It’s a pity that Zhou Shuren’s daughter had her marriage arranged early on."

The Crown Prince, aware of much, silently scoffed in his mind. Even without an arranged marriage, she wouldn’t be promised to Yao Zheyu. "The son-in-law personally instructed by Lord Zhou seems to be quite exceptional, I’ve heard Zhang Rongchuan is particularly talented."

"Indeed, he has quite the talent, capable of imitation at such a young age."

The Crown Prince fell silent. There were many who could imitate, but most of them were not young; youthful ones were rare. It could be said that Lord Zhou’s son-in-law had extraordinary talent in writing.

The Emperor, looking at the Crown Prince, suddenly said, "Your household is still too small, and you haven’t given me a granddaughter."

The Crown Prince, "...."

Blame him? The Emperor didn’t have a single daughter himself; it wasn’t easy for him either. The Emperor was giving him more and more responsibilities, and while he had to ensure the tasks were completed, he also had to guard against his brothers’ schemes. He had little time to spend with the Crown Princess Consort, not to mention women from the back court. Having fathered two sons, he felt he was already quite accomplished.

However, the Crown Prince felt a chill down his back. From what he knew of his father, the Emperor never spoke in vain!