Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 563 Too Smooth_1

Zhulan had to be cautious, especially given the position Zhou Shuren was in now. It was right to be careful.

The house servant respectfully said, "I followed the young master to Prefect Wang’s mansion. The young master entered the mansion without announcing it, and I pried some information nearby. This young master is a relative of Prefect Wang’s family."

Zhulan felt relieved. Prefect Wang, it seems that today was a coincidence. However, it was still good to investigate carefully.

After receiving the order, Granny Song went out, and Zhulan didn’t think about it anymore. She just needed to wait for the news.

In the afternoon, detailed news from Prefect Wang’s mansion arrived. Granny Song said, "This young master’s name is He Shu, the grandson of Prefect Wang’s teacher, and he came to deliver New Year gifts."

Zhulan said, "It’s not just for delivering New Year gifts, is it?"

Granny Song nodded, "The servant found out that He Shu has become a Scholar, he’s seventeen this year and is preparing to take part in the provincial examination next year. His visit this time is also to become a disciple of Prefect Wang."

Zhulan pieced together the news she heard. "Prefect Wang’s teacher has passed away?"

Granny Song, "Yes, he passed away six months ago."

Zhulan understood. There was no one to teach him at home, and since his relationship with Prefect Wang’s family was good, he had come over. But to become an apprentice before the end of the year, did he not plan to go back?

Granny Song asked, "Madam, shall we go to Prefect Wang’s mansion to express our thanks?"

Zhulan waved her hand, "No need. Since Mr. He didn’t leave his name, let’s just leave it at that!"

In Xue Han’s courtyard, Xue Han moved closer to Wu Ning, who was counting silver. With a helpless look on her face, Wu Ning had changed a lot without her realizing it. She didn’t know when she and her sister-in-law had developed the same hobby—she had grown fond of counting Silver Coins, "You’ve counted them twice already." freeweɓnøvel.com

Wu Ning laughed and stored away the Silver Coins in her hand, "Counting silver indeed makes one’s mood cheerful."

No wonder sister-in-law and Yushuang both liked it!

Xue Han moved a bit closer, "Sister Wu Ning, I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now. Shi Qing has been gone for some time, do you still think of him?"

Wu Ning touched her purse and recalled carefully, "I haven’t thought of him for quite a long time."

Xue Han stared carefully at Wu Ning’s face to make sure she wasn’t lying. Feeling happy inside, she turned her eyes and said, "The young master who helped you recover your Silver today had a storyline somewhat like those in the storybooks, eh?"

Wu Ning was startled for a moment. All her attention had been on her purse. The Silver inside the purse was half of her savings; she had not paid attention to the young master’s face. Pinching Xue Han’s cheek, she said, "Put away that expression. Storybooks are deceiving. Reality is about knowing one’s background and matching households. You can’t trust such beginnings of fate."

Xue Han rested her chin on her hands. If Sister Wu Ning thought so, she could put her mind completely at ease. It was indeed better to match families that were well-acquainted and of similar status.

Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, New Year’s Eve arrived. The Zhou family’s numbers had grown from year to year, and the New Year celebrations became increasingly lively.

In the big house, Ming Hui’s movement and speech had both become quick and nimble. Not a big boy yet, but already running around everywhere with Ming Teng, along with Ming Rui who was full of ideas, Yushuang and Yu Lu were toyed with until they became angry.

The kids were creating a ruckus in the main courtyard, while the young servants and maids watched from the side, occasionally accompanied by bursts of exclamations from Ming Hui.

Zhulan said to Zhou Shuren, "It’s really lively."

Zhou Shuren put down his little son, who was not yet big but wanted to rush out to play. He signaled to Jingyan to take him out and then said, "This is what vitality is."

Zhulan watched her son giggling nonstop, and because of her son, she and Zhou Shuren had completely integrated into ancient times, forming bonds. This year’s New Year felt different once again, with more interest and the discovery of previously overlooked joys.

Zhulan ate the sunflower seeds Zhou Shuren had shelled, "I don’t know how our daughter is doing."

In the large Zhou family, only Xue Mei’s family was not by their side. Counting the days, Xue Mei’s pregnancy was more than four months along, and Zhulan truly missed her.

Zhou Shuren said, "Rest assured, Jiang Sheng will take good care of her."

As long as the Zhou family existed, Jiang Sheng wouldn’t dare not to treat Xue Mei well. He was very assured of this.

Zhulan reminisced, "It’s been a long time since I’ve returned to my hometown, and I really miss it."

Zhou Shuren, who felt no strong attachment, said, "Ming Qing has gone back, and when Ming Qing returns, he will tell us about our hometown. What, do you want to go back and visit?"

Zhulan shook her head. Their old home was in Pingzhou, and aside from her daughter, there wasn’t really any pressing need for her to return. "Let’s go back after you retire."

Back in modern times, when she faced great pressures, she would also watch videos filled with a sense of life, enjoying the feeling of a slower pace. Though she lived in ancient times at first, when faced with survival, she really had no mood to enjoy it. But it was different now that she was older.

Zhou Shuren also hoped to live more comfortably in his old age and said with a smile, "Alright."

In the Zhou family village, the Jiang family, Xue Mei, with her swelling belly, was packing New Year’s money with her daughter. These past two years, the number of children that came to their house on the first day of the new year had increased more than ever.

Jiang Miu, while packing the New Year’s money, whispered resentfully, "Mom, why did you agree to let Grandpa and Grandma come to our house for the New Year? Big Uncle is there for them."

Grandpa and Grandma wanted to stay and live here. With their arrival, her cousins had more excuses to come over, and she disliked having her cousins over for the New Year.

Xue Mei knew her daughter’s frustrations. With her in-laws at their home, other members of the Jiang family would come over, "It’s because of filial piety."

Their son, Scholar, was learning to understand righteousness, and the two younger sons were also starting their enlightenment. As parents, she and her husband naturally had to set an example, especially since their eldest son was studying, where filial piety was important.

Furthermore, Xue Mei was shrewd; the status of the Zhou family ensured that her in-laws wouldn’t cause her trouble. Instead, they needed to cherish her. Therefore, being thoroughly filial would only bring benefits to her own family.

Jiang Miu pursed her lips, still unhappy. Though the cousins didn’t come often, she felt irritated every time they visited.

Xue Mei sighed, her daughter’s temperament unlike hers and somewhat more like her husband’s, which wasn’t good; the girl was too direct. "Mother knows what’s troubling you, but daughter, you are different from them. You shouldn’t be upset on their account."

Xue Mei found that having the in-laws over had its benefits. With the arrival of several Jiang family girls, it was a good opportunity to temper her daughter’s character. The girl had known little hardship except when she was too young to remember, and since then, she had grown up in a protective environment—doted on by her mother, shielded by her father.

Because of her father’s influence, the whole Zhou clan was protective of the girl, their only granddaughter, which indeed had a different significance. The in-laws had also been extremely affectionate these past two years. The girl had it too easy, with too many people accommodating her, and that wasn’t good.

At the Clan Leader’s residence of the Zhou family, the Clan Leader had been asking his grandson to recount tales of the Zhou residence in Jinzhou Province over and over since the grandson’s return, never tiring of listening.

Ming Qing didn’t know how many times he had repeated the stories, "Grandpa, hearing it from me is not as good as seeing it for yourself. How about coming with me when I go back? Uncle Shuren even mentioned you before I left!"

The Clan Leader, clutching his tobacco pipe, said, "You think your grandpa doesn’t want to go? My body just doesn’t allow it anymore."

Though he hadn’t suffered any major illness this year, he hadn’t been free from minor ailments. Especially because he had worked so strenuously in his youth and had lived through turmoil, his stomach was weak and his joints ached all over. Whenever it rained or the weather turned gloomy, the pain tormented him to the core.

Ming Qing asked, "Didn’t you drink the medicinal wine Uncle Shuren sent back, Grandpa?"