Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 1322 Troublesome Matters

Zhou Shuren tsked twice, "You sure change your face quickly, it’s hideous."

Wong Ju bared his teeth like he wanted to bite him, "You have no idea about the suffering of lacking children, as you have many grandchildren."

He was too envious, for all these years any happy event in the Zhou family he rejoiced, only in the matter of heirs he would feel jealous.

Now Zhou Shuren found Wong Ju’s distorted face quite adorable, "Do you think our next generation will be a boy or a girl?"

Wong Ju clutched his chest, "That’s too much."

Zhou Shuren rolled his eyes and stopped talking to Wong Ju, quickly walking over to share his joy with the Minister of Works.

Zhou Shuren didn’t lower his voice at all, and soon, all the ministers leaving the palace knew that the Zhou family was expecting a new generation, and they all congratulated him, simultaneously feeling that Zhou’s lineage was flourishing.

Wong Ju caught up after calming himself, "My eldest grandson is reaching marriageable age, what do you think?"

Zhou Shuren scoffed, "Hah, my granddaughter is still young, don’t even think about it."

He would decide when his granddaughter marries. Although early marriage is normal in ancient times, if it can be delayed, then it will be delayed.

Wong Ju was just momentarily heated, his grandson had not yet taken the imperial examination, how could he marry without official honors? Thinking of his own grandson, Wong Ju felt better, his grandson was not bad after all.

Wong Ju then thought of something, and said in a soft voice where no one was around, "Is your family’s Mingyun confident about the Imperial Examination?"

Zhou Shuren slightly furrowed his brows, "There’s no such thing as being confident or not, next year talents from all over the country will gather in the capital, it’s good enough that Mingyun tries his best."

Wong Ju knew Zhou Shuren, this man would have expectations in his heart, but wouldn’t really care too much about the top three rankings, thinking to himself, if his own grandson showed such drive, he would for sure push him on from behind.

At the Ran family’s house, Ran Wan felt secure returning home, she had a good night’s rest, coupled with her mother-in-law’s pickles with rice porridge for breakfast, for the first time she didn’t vomit, delighting the whole family.

Lady Qi and her elder daughter-in-law Lady Qi came together, and said to Zhulan: "I heard the news yesterday and wanted to come over, but I was worried about disturbing Wanwan’s rest. I couldn’t wait after eating breakfast."

Zhulan did not withhold the news about Ran Wan’s condition, worried that the Ran family visitors might bother her, "The two kids are now at ease, Wanwan rested well last night."

Lady Qi repeatedly murmured ’Amitabha’, she was genuinely happy, her granddaughter’s pregnancy was commendable, the child, whether a boy or girl, would be the first of the next generation, which held a different significance, "I brought some nourishments over, all of which Wanwan can use."

Zhulan knew Lady Qi wanted to see Ran Wan, "Shall we go see Wanwan together?" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Lady Qi’s eyes squinted with a smile, logically it should be Wanwan visiting the main house, but Zhulan actively went there to show consideration for Wanwan, "Yes."

Lady Qi felt suffocated in her heart, her daughter-in-law showed no sign of conceiving, while the newly married Wanwan was already pregnant, looking at Old Madame Yang’s attitude made her more uncomfortable.

Mingyun’s courtyard was quite large, Lady Qi had been there a few times, but still couldn’t help looking around more.

Once inside the house, Wanwan was sitting half-leaning on the bed, the room was warm, and on the small table by her hand were some fruits like oranges.

Wanwan, seeing her grandmother got off the bed in a hurry, "Grandma."

Both grandmothers were called out together, followed by calling her elder aunt.

Lady Qi felt sorry for her granddaughter who had lost a lot of weight, "Can you eat meals now?"

Wanwan nodded with a smile, "Yes, I had the pickles with porridge that Mom made this morning, it tasted very fragrant, and I didn’t feel like vomiting at all. I ate two bowls of rice porridge this morning."

This was the first time she had eaten so much since finding out she was pregnant, breakfast without vomiting, and she could still eat fruit.

Lady Qi said with a smile, "That’s good, that’s good."

In the meantime, Lady Li entered. From afar, Zhulan could smell the scent of the pickles, "Did you make pickles again?"

Lady Li smiled in response, "We’re running low on pickles at home. I made more this morning since Wanwan wanted to eat them. They’ll be ready to eat in a few days."

Wanwan felt embarrassed, "Mother, I can’t eat much. You don’t have to go to so much trouble."

Lady Li waved her hand, "Making pickles isn’t much trouble. It’s hard being pregnant, Mother knows the difficulties of carrying a child. If Mingyun ever upsets you, just tell me, and I’ll take care of him for you."

Wanwan’s cheeks turned red, recalling how her husband had spoken to her belly yesterday, "No, my husband hasn’t upset me."

Lady Li grinned, "Good, good, I know you two are very much in love."

Wanwan’s face grew even redder.

Lady Qi felt sentimental about how good Lady Yang was to her daughter-in-law, knowing she would act similarly in the future, ensuring that future daughters-in-law wouldn’t be treated harshly. It wasn’t just about status that made the Zhou family children so desirable; it was also because there were no disputes in the household.

Lady Qi was inwardly frustrated; the better Lady Li treated Wanwan, the more it made her, as a mother-in-law, look bad. She regretted coming, but had no choice.

Wanwan’s pregnancy made her husband very happy; a child is the closest bond in a marriage.

Zhulan noticed Lady Qi’s expression and knew a bit about the affairs of the Ran family without ever asking—the typical mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship, issues of heirs and concubines, and unavoidable disputes.

It seemed as though the women confined to their homes spent all their energy on these struggles.

Suddenly, the first snow of the year quietly fell at night, blanketing the earth in fresh white. The first snow was heavy, and it hadn’t stopped by the time Zhulan got up.

Young servants were clearing the snow that covered the courtyard, and Zhulan rubbed her slightly red hands before heading back inside.

Zhulan said to Qing Xue, "Snowy weather is perfect for hot pot. Let’s have mutton hot pot tonight."

Qing Xue nodded with a smile, "Yes."

The Zhou family servants were well-fed; in winter, they got to enjoy hot pot several times, and with their decent monthly wage and no sordidness in the backyard, they didn’t fear for their lives. Compared to servants from other households, Zhou family’s servants looked much healthier and even somewhat chubby—a contented mind leads to a plump body.

At noon, Zhulan hadn’t seen Chang Zhong, so she asked Qing Xue, "Is Ming Hui at home?"

Her son wouldn’t be going to the academy until next year, enjoying one last carefree winter. That little rascal had run off somewhere again.

Qing Xue quickly returned, "Young Master Ming Hui is at home."

"Does Ming Hui know where Chang Zhong has gone? Never mind, that boy would take a carriage if he went out. Send someone to check in the stable."

News came back quickly, Zhulan, "He went to the antique shop?"

Qing Xue nodded, "Yes, Shen Xing went with him."

Zhulan was relieved, but then frowned, "He didn’t even tell us he wouldn’t be back for lunch."

Qing Xue didn’t respond; to the mistress and master, Chang Zhong was the apple of their eye.

In the afternoon, after taking a nap, Zhulan woke to find that Chang Zhong still hadn’t returned. Concerned, she summoned Steward Ding to send someone to fetch him.

At the Ministry of Revenue, Zhou Shuren spoke to the eunuch, "The Emperor summoned me to the palace. Is there an urgent matter?"

It shouldn’t be. The morning court session ended quickly, and there hadn’t been any major issues recently. Why would the Emperor summon him alone?

This eunuch was not just any ordinary messenger; he served in the government hall. The eunuch’s face twitched slightly, "You’ll know once you’re in the palace."

Zhou Shuren had a bad feeling, clearly, something was up. He was somewhat reluctant to go to the palace but couldn’t avoid it. He stood, put on his cloak, "Let’s go."

The eunuch’s lips twitched, feeling that he shouldn’t alarm the Grand Master of Writing. He whispered, "Actually, it’s not a big deal."

Zhou Shuren wasn’t reassured; a summon to the palace when it wasn’t a big deal, based on experience, was bound to be troublesome!