Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!
Chapter 761: The Crown Prince Didn’t Come_1

Chapter 761: Chapter 761: The Crown Prince Didn’t Come_1

Ming Teng swallowed, no, he didn’t want that, Mr. Meng was his third uncle’s teacher, and he knew somewhat how his uncle had gotten by in these years, "Grandfather, your grandson will surely focus on proper matters."

Zhou Shuren ruffled Ming Rui’s hair, "Don’t be discouraged. If this time was not ideal, strive harder next time. Grandfather believes Ming Rui will catch up."

Ming Rui was stunned for a moment, Grandfather had touched his head, Grandfather just touched his head, his little face turned excitedly red as he nodded vigorously, "Grandfather, your grandson will definitely work hard."

Ming Teng felt a bit envious, Grandfather had never touched his head, but seeing Ming Rui so excited, he was the elder brother and decided not to compete with his younger brother.

Chang Zhong dragged his little nephew into their father’s embrace, "Father, when your son grows up, he’ll earn the first place and bring glory."

Ming Hui also raised his chubby hand, "Grandson will also strive to bring glory."

First place, forget it, he didn’t dare imagine that, watching his young uncle with admiration, his young uncle really dared to say it!

Zhou Shuren had great expectations for his own son, lifting Chang Zhong up, "Then Father will wait for Chang Zhong to bring back the title of Top Scorer."

Chang Zhong nodded with a smile, "Mhmm."

Ming Teng’s eyes widened, did his young uncle even realize what he had just promised? The title of Top Scorer!

The next day, outside the gates of the capital, the army had finished their repairs, and Yao Zheyu rode his horse, triumphantly returning. Looking back at the soldiers behind him, he tightened his grip on the reins. Although this victory had been hard-won, the outcome was good. Thinking about the Hou Residence, the fact that the legitimate second son of the Hou Residence could be harmed into idiocy, should he feel fortunate that his wife did not reside in the Hou Residence?

Otherwise, whether his son could have been born was in doubt, and thinking of his son, his heart felt heated.

Inside the city, Zhou Shuren stood behind the Grand Master of Writing. Today, the Emperor alone welcomed the returning soldiers with the hundred officials, the Crown Prince was not in attendance, but several Princes were present.

The last time they welcomed triumphant soldiers, the Emperor was accompanied by the Crown Prince; this time he wasn’t. Zhou Shuren’s ears were very good, and being somewhat far from the Emperor, some officials started to discuss behind him.

Xiao Qing coughed and lowered his voice, "I don’t care what others say, all of you keep your mouths shut."

Really thinking the Emperor wouldn’t know about the discussions, these guards at his side might just be monitoring them.

Zhou Shuren and Qiu Yan hurriedly said, "Yes."

Zhou Shuren was not tall, which was a cause for sorrow. Even with Grand Master Xiao’s back somewhat hunched due to age, he was still taller than him. Zhou Shuren could only hear the horse hooves and the orderly footsteps; he couldn’t really see what was happening in front of him. He was truly somewhat depressed and especially missed being a tall individual from the modern times.

The Emperor, watching the most elite soldiers of the Imperial court, had a calm expression on his face. Such scenes were familiar to him; back when he was rebelling to inspire morale, he often went to the military camps, so the fierce aura coming towards him did not make him uncomfortable. During the time of war, it was indeed when the soldiers’ fierce aura was at its strongest.

However, inside, the Emperor was thrilled. During his reign, he had eliminated two powerful and valiant foreign clans. The word "expansion" crossed his mind but was quickly suppressed. There were still hidden dangers to deal with. "Cleanse the inside first, as for expansion, leave it to the Crown Prince," he thought. After all, he was getting old.

Zhou Shuren, standing behind, couldn’t hear what was being said in front. Occasionally, the shouts of soldiers came through, and well, they sounded quite rousing. He couldn’t feel much else; the difference between audio and video was too great, there was no sense of shock.

Instead, having stood too long, what he wished for most was a rest; they had been standing for an hour and a half, a full three hours, and his legs really could not take it anymore. He looked up at the Grand Master of Writing, then at Mr. Qiu; they both still stood steadily. This was all training from attending court.

After a while, the Emperor returned to the Palace, and they, the officials, could finally ride in their horse carriages. Zhou Shuren helped Grand Master Xiao into the carriage first, followed by Mr. Qiu. Because of the rank difference, he got in last.

Once in the carriage, Zhou Shuren sat by the window. The carriages stood aside, not moving, to make way for the generals and soldiers with official duties entering the city.

This time Zhou Shuren could see. Indeed, videos were better. War horses were war horses; he wanted one for himself.

Yao Zheyu looked to both sides and was startled, feeling like he had seen incorrectly. Upon taking another look and falling silent, although he hadn’t seen Zhou Shuren for almost a year, he wouldn’t forget what Zhou Shuren looked like. And there he was, really Zhou Shuren!

Yao Zheyu’s brain spun; had Zhou Shuren already entered the capital? He had actually entered the capital! Was this pace not too fast? Turning his head back for another look, Zhou Shuren was no longer in sight, but the position of the carriages had its significance; placed so near to the front, these were important officials of the state, at least third-rank.

Yao Zheyu’s mind filled with the words ’third-rank,’ and it took him a good while to snap back to reality.

Zhou Shuren also saw Yao Zheyu and thought as he stroked his beard, "Am I really that scary? The expression on Yao Zheyu’s face just now was as if he had seen a ghost!"

After a while, the carriage finally started moving. He returned to the Ministry of Revenue for a short rest, then continued with his duties. Today, he had to withdraw the condolence Silver from the Ministry of Revenue, yes, as well as the Silver for rewards.

The Emperor awarded the military generals silver and Zhou Shuren knew how much silver was given to each soldier, so it could be said that the Ministry of Revenue was quite well-informed.

The Deputy Minister of Works came to collect the approved Silver, and Zhou Shuren was in charge. "The Silver is ready. Please sign here and affix your seal."

Deputy Minister of Works Mr. Fang joked, "The Grand Master of Writing sent me to collect the Silver today. I confirmed it several times before I believed it."

Zhou Shuren felt a pang in his heart, "Please verify the amount."

Mr. Fang was genuinely excited. It was the first time he had received Silver so readily, and the amount wasn’t even cut in half, which was completely unexpected. He couldn’t help but look towards Mr. Zhou. He had dealt with the Ministry of Revenue for many years, and although they had collected a substantial amount of Silver recently, the Ministry of Revenue didn’t just give out Silver to anyone.

So the root was with Mr. Zhou.

Zhou Shuren, "Is there something on my face?"

Mr. Fang laughed, "No, I’ve just realized that Mr. Zhou is so suitable for the Ministry of Revenue."

Zhou Shuren, "...."

Soon, the amount was verified, and Mr. Fang signed off handsomely for the first time, "Mr. Zhou, I’ll invite you for tea when there’s a chance."

Having someone in the Ministry of Revenue who could say a word or two was of great importance, and it was crucial to establish a good relationship with Mr. Zhou.

Zhou Shuren smiled, "Sure."

"Then I won’t disturb you further."

"Mr. Fang, let me escort you."

"No need, stay here."

As he said this, Mr. Fang quickly left.

Zhou Shuren retracted the step he was about to take. Fine, let’s get back to work!

In the evening, at the Zhou residence, Chang Zhong was sitting on a chair. "Mother, aren’t we waiting for father to dine together?"

Zhulan replied, "Your father isn’t coming back for dinner."

Chang Zhong was unhappy, "Father isn’t coming home to stay again."

Chang Lian smiled, "It’s not that father isn’t coming back to stay. Father has gone to the Palace for a victory celebration banquet. He will come back very late, so there’s no need to wait for father for dinner."

Chang Zhong understood, "Mother, why didn’t you explain clearly?"

Zhulan smiled, "I hadn’t finished speaking when you interrupted. You can’t blame mother for that."

Chang Zhong puffed up his little face. Mother must be doing this on purpose, definitely on purpose.

Inside the Palace, the celebration banquet had already started for a while, and Zhou Shuren was already half-full. He noticed Yao Zheyu looking at him, so Zhou Shuren raised his wine cup.

Yao Zheyu picked up his cup and returned the gesture. Comparing people really could kill. Zhou Shuren had become the Vice Minister of Revenue, and just thinking about his own rank, he fell silent!