Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 1243: Jealousy

On the third day of her vacation, Zhulan and the Empress were dressed as peasant women, and truth be told, after all the years Zhulan had traveled through time, this was her first time working in the fields.

Zhulan felt sorrowful as she cradled the bundle of rice in her arms. Her delicate hands now bore cuts, and they felt like they no longer belonged to her, not to mention her now robust waist!

Zhou Shuren also sported a sickly pallor, the knife in his hand looking as if it could slice his own leg at any moment, which terrified the guards and others.

The Emperor straightened up and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, looking at Zhou Shuren with utter disdain, "You haven’t even done a third of the work that I have."

Zhou Shuren plopped down on his behind. He had wanted to support his wife, but his spirit was willing, and his flesh was weak. Only after taking a drink from his water canteen did he feel revived, "I am a man of mental labor, mental labor!"

As someone who typically worked in an office year-round, ah, that wasn’t right—just like him, the Emperor, who was much older, also worked in an office all year. How come the Emperor didn’t feel tired?

The Emperor tugged at the corner of his mouth; it was rare for Zhou Shuren to expose his unmasked face, and his thoughts were plainly written all over it, "I always pay attention to wellness."

Meaning, he exercised and balanced work with leisure.

Zhou Shuren, "...Oh."

He used to exercise too, but he was too busy being exploited!

He turned his head to look at his wife. She moved every day as well, but alas, it seemed her exercise was still insufficient—the old lady was already drenched in sweat.

Zhulan caught Zhou Shuren’s gaze and felt an urge to scratch someone. Someone even less robust than her still dared to stare at her! Her stamina was fine, it was just that she was tired. And being overweight made the fatigue feel twice as bad.

Zhou Shuren, relying on sheer willpower, managed to work a piece of farmland with the Emperor and then collapsed onto the ground, not moving at all. He had already decided to pack his bags and return home that day—this was not a vacation, but pure self-inflicted suffering.

The Crown Prince, well-informed as always, compared himself with Mr. Zhou and clucked twice, thinking how nice it was that the Emperor wasn’t in the palace!

At the Zhou residence, today was Chang Yi’s day off, and now with both big tigers of the house absent, Zhou the Eldest seemed like a paper tiger, unable to even keep his own son in line.

Once Mingyun left for the Academy, well, Ming Hui and Ming Jia, the two little monkeys, were poised to raise hell.

With a face that resembled their grandmother, Ming Hui knew how to use that to his advantage, blinking his big eyes pathetically, "Uncle Chang, Ming Jia and I want to go too."

Chang Yi’s impression of his nephew Ming Hui was exceedingly vivid—why? Because the boy had tricked him before, "What if I don’t take you?"

Ming Hui blinked, "It’s fine if you don’t take us, but when Uncle Qing returns, I don’t know what I might say."

The art of riding the tiger’s coattails was used slyly.

Chang Yi’s hand itched and reached out, then twisted Ming Hui’s ear. The boy wasn’t big, but he sure deserved a spanking.

With teary eyes, Ming Hui said, "Uncle Chang, if you’re unsatisfied with Grandma, I’ll have to tell Grandpa."

Chang Yi’s hand paused, watching Ming Hui’s face that increasingly resembled his mother’s; tsk, the boy was indeed lucky. Among all the grandsons in the family, getting into trouble and spanking were inevitable, yet Ming Hui was the exception. The older brother truly dared not hit him, unable to bring himself to do it—Ming Hui had become a legend among the boys, the least spanked.

Ming Jia shrank his neck, his eyes darting around, "I, I can vouch for it."

Chang Yi, "...."

His own child had grown up in the sunny backyard, so why was he so scheming?

Ming Hui was following his uncle’s excellent example, while Ming Jia was sorrowful, driven to it by a troublesome sister.

In the end, the two little ones got their wish and followed Uncle Chang and Yu Die to the horse stable, where there was a special area for selling ponies.

Zhou Shuren and Zhulan were still clueless that their grandson had dared to confront Chang Yi at home, their hands trembling as they returned to their estate. frёeωebɳovel.com

Upon her return, Zhulan went straight to soak in the hot springs; and when she emerged to enjoy Qing Xue’s massage, her shouts could be likened to a pig slaughter, "It hurts, it hurts."

Zhou Shuren, "We’ll be home in a bit."

Truly can’t accompany any longer, it’s killing me!

Zhulan agreed with tearful eyes, "I will definitely not come out with you again in the future."

Zhou Shuren, "...What happened to ’love as deep as the ocean’?"

"Does going out alone for self-care conflict with ’love as deep as the ocean’?"

Zhou Shuren, "Can you bear to leave me alone with never-ending work, while you enjoy the hot springs on your own?"

"I think we should drop this topic."

Zhou Shuren, who had already been massaged by Jin Yan and was feeling much better, gestured for Jin Yan and Qing Xue to leave, then smiled, "My lady, let me massage you."

Zhulan, "..."

What followed was Zhulan missing Qing Xue’s technique dearly—Zhou Shuren’s audacity was certainly growing.

The horse racing field in the capital was as bustling as ever, especially in the fall when fine horses were constantly brought into the capital. Chang Yi had made arrangements and directly took a few youngsters to the foal area.

As soon as the children saw the foals, they rushed over. Each child had different preferences: Ming Jia liked the jujube red horses, Ming Hui only liked white steeds, and the only young girl preferred black horses.

Chang Yi twitched the corner of his mouth; the horses that caught the children’s eyes weren’t what he had in mind. However, the children had a keen eye, choosing top-quality foals, meaning that despite their size, their price was indeed touching.

Chang Yi felt for his purse; the Silver Coin he brought today couldn’t afford even one. He hadn’t planned on buying such fine foals.

At that moment, a voice came from behind, "Isn’t that the distinguished Mr. Zhou from the Ministry of Rites?"

Chang Yi frowned at the voice, disliking it because he recognized the newcomer; due to the Crown Prince’s succession ceremony, the Ministry of Rites had collaborated with many departments, and the newcomer was a sixth-ranked official from the Ministry of Rites.

Chang Yi said, "Mr. Du."

Du Si had also brought children, and he immediately noticed the Zhou family’s children circling around several premium foals, his smile ambiguous, "Mr. Zhou really spoils the kids."

Zhou Changyi replied indifferently, "Can’t say that I spoil them."

Du Si continued, "I’ve long heard that the Zhou household is not lacking Silver and thrives in making more. I didn’t expect Mr. Zhou’s side of the family to be so well-off too, that with just one purchase, it’s three top-grade foals. This official is impressed."

Chang Yi raised an eyebrow, "Does Mr. Du envy me?"

He sensed jealousy in every trap set for him, even if they were well-concealed.

Was Du Si jealous? Envious indeed, especially upon seeing Zhou Changyi’s attire and accessories, he couldn’t help feeling his own purse—a surprise that Zhou Changyi had blurted out a question so casually, it struck a chord!

Zhou Changyi’s face was too deceptive; ever since enjoying the benefits of an honest man’s image, Zhou Changyi played it very slickly, "Mr. Du, why the silence? Oh, did I guess it correctly? But what exactly is Mr. Du envious of?"

Ming Hui, not knowing when he came over, blinked and tugged at his uncle’s sleeve, "Maybe it’s about the clothes? Because he doesn’t have as much Silver as you?"

Zhou Changyi looked down at his nephew with a smile!

Du Si felt the gazes of others around him. This area was not open to the public; those who could bring children to buy foals here all had backgrounds. Du Si regretted coming to stir trouble.