Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 603: Missing_1

Zhulan thought of the scarlet blood and felt finished, slightly nauseated. She sat up, got down from her seat, took a teapot, and poured two cups of water to settle her stomach before she felt somewhat relieved, "Someone from the Hou Residence came and provoked the pregnant Magistrate, and upon acting, took a life. One fell off a fake mountain and died on the spot, while another, after being provoked, fell into the lake and by the time they were pulled out, they were also dead."

None of the two people sent from the Hou Residence survived. They were clearly sent to become concubines, but the Magistrate used them as maids instead. Thinking about the one who fell from the fake mountain, Zhulan felt uneasy. Although it wasn’t her own daughter that was schemed against, it indirectly involved someone else’s.

Zhou Shuren furrowed his brows, "I think our wild ones at home are better."

Zhulan agreed, "Those from within the palace don’t value human lives at all. The Mr. Guan’s daughter they used this time is newly in charge, her last name is Yuan."

Zhulan was astonished, the scheming was too precise, controlling a kite to fall from a fake mountain was somewhat easier because she knew that in this dynasty, those who were skilled in martial arts were truly formidable, and some could use hidden weapons too.

But how could they ensure without fail that Miss Yuan and the maid would come into conflict? Zhulan felt a chill in her heart, indicating that this wasn’t the Magistrate’s first time doing such a thing. Everything was executed with such proficiency.

Seeing Zhulan with a furrowed brow, Zhou Shuren said, "Alright, stop thinking about it, we’d best reduce contact with this person in the future."

Zhulan had no desire for further contact. Magistrate Shen had grown up with whispers and visual influence all about scheming, and she didn’t want to be used, "The Princely Heir got what he wanted this time, such a good assistant."

Zhou Shuren snorted with laughter, "He’ll regret it."

Such schemes would sooner or later backfire on Yao Zheyu himself. From today’s events, it was clear that the Magistrate did not tolerate a speck of sand in her eyes and had ruthless methods. While the two were on the same side for now, what would happen when there were no more enemies?

Zhulan fell silent for a moment, "Regret is useless, marriage isn’t something he can choose."

Zhou Shuren thought about it and it was true, but Yao Zheyu also took advantage, since he wanted to use others, he had to enjoy the life that followed.

In the Princely Heir’s residence, Yao Zheyu slept in the study. He had accompanied the Magistrate for dinner, asserting he had official duties to attend to before returning to his study.

He knew the Magistrate was irritated, but he had clearly stated that the two people should be left to him to handle. He had agreed pleasantly on the surface, but today she had given him a grand gift out of the blue.

There was a hint of disappointment in Yao Zheyu’s eyes. Couldn’t she use gentler means, did she have to be so decisive and ruthless?

Magistrate Shen hadn’t slept either, her eyes open, gazing at the canopy of her bed. She had no regrets. From a young age, she had known that to grasp what she currently had, all reaching hands must be broken. She wouldn’t allow anyone to touch her things.

These past few days, Jinzhou had been very tranquil. There were no more banquets, indicating just how much the events at the Princely Heir’s Residence had impacted the young ladies.

Zhulan was pleased, the quieter the better. In a good mood, she picked out materials to prepare for winter clothes early. Thinking of clothes, Zhulan owned too many, she gazed silently at the fabrics. Even as she aged, she still loved clothes and jewelry.

Seeing her mistress hadn’t settled on the fabric for half a day, Nanny Song asked, "Are you not satisfied?"

Zhulan shook her head, "Let’s go with this blue one."

Nanny Song noted it down, "Yes."

Zhulan felt sentimental, "The years pass by so quickly, another year is nearly over in the blink of an eye."

Nanny Song gestured for the maid to take the fabric away and replied, "Indeed, the days end before you know it, and now it’s almost time to prepare dinner."

Zhulan was deeply reflective, looking out the window at the trees, whose leaves had changed color. She was quite fond of autumn; not only for the scenery, but also because autumn lacked the bone-chilling winds of spring, the unbearable heat of summer, and the biting cold of winter. Autumn was neither too hot nor too cold, the most comfortable season in ancient times.

Zhulan watched somewhat absentmindedly, "The provincial exams are starting soon, and Jinzhou City is going to be lively again."

Nanny Song’s eyes were full of smiles, "The Third Young Master and Rongchuan should also be arriving in Pingzhou."

Zhulan thought of Chang Lian’s letter. Learning that she had been ill, the boy had been extremely concerned for her. Sometimes, words could indeed express emotions very effectively; she felt quite comforted. "Mm."

In Pingzhou City, after attending a social gathering, Chang Lian returned home and looked enviously at Rongchuan, who leisurely read a book. "You sure have it easy."

Rongchuan set down his book. "It’s because you, third brother, have such a wide circle of friends."

Chang Lian sat down and took a sip of water to ease the taste of alcohol in his mouth. "I really don’t want these friends!"

Rongchuan’s smile faded a bit. These people were not after Chang Lian per se, but the status of Zhou family’s young master. "Still, third brother, it’s best to be cautious."

Some people wanted to curry favor with the young master of the Zhou family, while others wanted to ruin him. After all, among the Zhou family’s several sons, it was Chang Lian who was the only one to take part in the imperial examinations, as if declaring to everyone that he was to be the next head of the Zhou family.

Chang Lian rubbed his forehead. "I’m aware of it, I’ll go back to my room now."

Rongchuan pointed to third brother’s clothing. "You should change into a different set of clothes. I can smell the scent of rouge."

The corners of Chang Lian’s mouth twitched. Indeed, he should change; otherwise, Chu Chu would surely sulk on her own, which was a headache. When had he ever shown himself to be lecherous? Why did people always bring women over to him every time!

Rongchuan couldn’t help but laugh at the rarity of seeing his third brother so vexed. In the past two years, third brother had become more and more like Uncle!

Three days later, in Jinzhou City, the tavern was once again filled to capacity, and scholars could be seen everywhere on the streets.

Lady Li had just returned from the street. "Mother, the teahouse is very lively!"

Zhulan smiled. "The business at the pastry shop must be better too, right?"

Lady Li’s smile was wide. "Yes, I asked the shopkeeper, and the new styles made for the autumn season are very popular with the scholars."

Zhulan chuckled. Lady Li’s pastries were indeed delicious, but much of the credit went to Su Xuan, who had made the pastries in shapes with good symbolism. If one scholar bought them, even those who were skeptical would buy them for the sake of their own peace of mind.

Zhulan remarked, "If Su Xuan were a boy, she would be extraordinary."

Ancient times indeed limited a person like Su Xuan. If it were modern times, Su Xuan wouldn’t need to be a boy to be extraordinary.

Lady Li, "Fourteenth sister-in-law is indeed remarkable."

She had envied her, yet without jealousy. The gap was simply too vast, and she felt that her fourth brother-in-law was the most fortunate man for having married such a wonderful woman.

Zhulan looked at Lady Li. "You are very good too."

Lady Li’s face turned red. Hearing her mother-in-law praise her was her favorite, making her heart swell with joy. "Mother, I’ll head back to the courtyard first."

"Go ahead."

Not long after Lady Li left, the steward from the Wang family arrived. Zhulan signaled Steward Ding to let him in.

Perspiring profusely, the anxious steward from Mr. Wang’s family said, "Madam, Mr. He went out of town with friends to enjoy the scenery today and has not been found yet. My mistress has requested help from the Zhou Residence to search for him."

Zhulan furrowed her brows. "I understand. Tell me the exact location, and I’ll send people to look for him."

The Wang family did not keep as many servants or martially trained young servants as the Zhou family. Seeing the Wang family’s steward drenched in sweat showed that he had been searching for quite a while.