Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!
Chapter 919 Misunderstanding

Chapter 919: Chapter 919 Misunderstanding

The wind outside the window was strong, breaking a branch. The guards outside the hall didn’t feel anything unusual, having become accustomed to the strong winds this year.

The Emperor sensed that Eunuch Liu hardly dared to breathe, his brow furrowed, "How long do you plan to hold your breath?"

Eunuch Liu breathed carefully, "Emperor, you have been standing for quite a while, why not take a rest?"

The Emperor remained standing, eyes still on the window, "You think I’m getting old too?"

This time, Eunuch Liu wasn’t just sweating; every hair was standing on end. He raised his hand to slap his own mouth, "This slave misspoke, this slave is at fault."

The Emperor was merely expressing his feelings. Today, with the Crown Prince not around, he could reveal some of his inner thoughts. The Emperor was human too; he tired, although he didn’t feel this way when he was younger. The court had been more complex back in the day.

Back when he revolted, his own forces were limited, and most of his support was garnered through persuasion. How difficult it had been, yet he managed to eliminate hidden dangers and stabilize the government.

But now, he truly felt old. If he didn’t sleep well at night, he would be in poor spirits during the day. As his sons fought among themselves, he grew weary. He too wanted to voice his sentiments.

Eunuch Liu stood motionless. He had no idea what the Emperor was thinking; he just hoped that the legitimate son of the Crown Prince would recover soon. The government hall needed the Crown Prince.

That evening, Rongchuan, who hadn’t known of Wu Ming’s arrival the day before, found out today and went to Mr. Zhou’s house for dinner.

Wu Ming admired Rongchuan. Top scorer, Tanhua, he had been through it himself and knew how difficult the journey was. Of course, he also wished to be on good terms with Rongchuan, who was a future Mr. Hou. This could not be overlooked.

However, Wu Ming watched with a deadpan expression as Rongchuan flattered his godfather, finding it unbearable to watch.

Chang Lian whispered, "You need to get used to it."

Wu Ming, "...Is it always like this?"

No way, the Rongchuan he had met before wasn’t like this!

Chang Lian shivered as he recalled Rongchuan getting better and better at currying favor, "Pretty much."

Zhou Shuren enjoyed himself very much. A son-in-law like Rongchuan was something he wished for more of, but alas, he had no more daughters!

When it came time to rest for the night, Zhou Shuren finally sensed something was amiss. His wife hadn’t spoken a word to him all evening. There used to be bedtime chats every day, but not today. She even left him staring at the back of her head!

Zhou Shuren carefully recalled whether he had angered his wife recently. He didn’t think it was their children who upset her; the reason was simple— the kids wouldn’t dare. Looking at the vigorous struggle with the blanket, almost as if she was rolling herself up in it, he was sure it was his fault.

The more Zhulan thought about it, the angrier she got, berating herself for being menopausal. But once the anger surfaced, it refused to subside. She yanked at the blanket again, yet hearing no response, she felt inexplicably aggrieved and pulled the blanket over her head.

Zhou Shuren stood watching for a while and then laughed. When they used to have tiffs, his wife wouldn’t sulk like this.

Through the years with Zhulan, although they rarely fought, it didn’t mean they never did. Sometimes anger was a pleasure—after all, most of the time Zhulan was too rational. It was rare to see a wife like this.

Zhou Shuren tugged at the blanket, "The air inside the blanket isn’t good. Come out and breathe some fresh air."

Zhulan detected the pleasure in Zhou Shuren’s tone and grew even angrier, turning to glare fiercely at him, "I want to."

Zhou Shuren let go, "Then I won’t bother with you."

Zhulan blinked and, seeing Zhou Shuren make no further move, felt as if a little person inside her was about to leap out in anger. Gritting her teeth, she covered her head again.

Zhou Shuren, chuckling, reached out to pull his wife’s hand. When Zhulan felt a chill on her wrist, she paused, then lifted the blanket to look and saw—it was a bracelet, and the design was very familiar, "Isn’t this what I drew?"

Lady Hu enjoyed making her own jewelry. She found it quite intriguing and even sketched a few designs when she had free time. She’d been wanting to give it a try, but her myriad responsibilities had distracted her and she hadn’t gotten around to it.

Zhou Shuren gazed at his wife’s wrist, thinking it was fortunate he had requested a larger size, otherwise, it would’ve looked unseemly, "I saw it and thought it was quite pretty, so I took one sketch and had Jingyan send it to the jewelry shop. I just picked it up yesterday, but I forgot about it because Wu Ming returned."

Zhulan touched the bracelet, her delight evident. It wasn’t just because Zhou Shuren had given her a gift, but also because it was her own design, and the finished product looked good. At that moment, where could her anger be? She contentedly admired her slightly plump wrist.

Zhou Shuren sat aside, "Not angry anymore?"

Zhulan’s face was somewhat red, then she glared at Zhou Shuren again, "Why didn’t you take it out this morning?"

If it had come out this morning, she wouldn’t have become angry. She was now being unreasonable.

Zhou Shuren felt so wronged, "Wasn’t I thinking that it would just be the two of us tonight?"

Zhulan was delighted, "This gift is a surprise."

Zhou Shuren got it and finally understood why his wife was angry. He was already thinking about what the next little surprise could be.

The next day, Zhou Shuren attended the morning court, and everyone could tell he was in a great mood. Not just great, but exceptionally so.

Xiao Qing also attended the morning court and asked in a low voice, "A happy event at home?"

Zhou Shuren, "No."

"Then why are you so happy?"

Zhou Shuren clamped his mouth shut, how could he admit that his wife got angry, and this morning she had been so nice to him? Not only did she get up with him, but she had also kissed him before he left, a treatment he hadn’t had for a long time. As he left, Mrs. Song and the maids were all stunned.

Zhou Shuren’s heart was beaming, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of keeping up with the little surprises.

Xiao Qing looked at Zhou Shuren suspiciously, then suddenly thought of a possibility, "You’re not going to be a dad again, are you?"

Xiao Qing’s tone was genuinely surprised, not at Zhou Shuren, but at Zhou Shuren’s wife considering her age. Although there were indeed people of similar age getting pregnant, it was still surprising.

The wind was strong that day, and Zhou Shuren opened his mouth wide, only to choke on the wind and started coughing violently.

Quite a few had overhead, and Li Zhao exclaimed, then, "Congratulations, Magistrate Zhou."

Then more and more congratulations followed.

Zhou Shuren finally caught his breath, "No, I’m not going to be a dad."

He had to explain. Without clarifying the situation, he could imagine the kind of reaction the news would trigger once it spread.

Xiao Qing felt awkward. Zhou Shuren wouldn’t lie about such a matter. So there was no pregnancy. He glared at Zhou Shuren, blaming him for making him overthink.

Li Zhao laughed loudly, followed by more and more laughter.

When the Emperor arrived, Zhou Shuren’s face had turned dark. This comedy of errors had ruined his good mood.

During the morning court, the Emperor wasn’t looking too pleased either. As a result, no one dared to speak up, and that morning’s court session ended the quickest.

Then, Zhou Shuren was named and asked to stay behind. He received everyone’s sympathy following and felt anxious himself. What had gotten into the Emperor today?

Then all the ministers withdrew, hastening out rather quickly.

Zhou Shuren looked at the eunuch who waited for him; it was a familiar face.

The eunuch waited until no one else was around and then whispered, "The Emperor was in a bad mood yesterday too."

The other eunuchs didn’t say an extra word; the message was conveyed – the Emperor was in a foul mood.

Zhou Shuren thanked the eunuch and wondered why the Emperor was unhappy. Whatever it was, it surely wasn’t because of him!