Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 678: Boldness_1

Zhou Shuren was very proud. "Our son is naturally the smartest."

Zhulan glared at Zhou Shuren. "You, as a father, don’t put in any effort at all, expecting me to manage the child."

Zhou Shuren offered a sheepish smile. "I can’t bear to do it, for he is the precious baby I’ve longed for."

Zhulan gave Zhou Shuren a twist. "I suppose I’m the one who can be firm with him."

Zhou Shuren continued to offer a sheepish smile, internally praising himself for having already positioned himself as a tender father. "Madam, you have worked hard."

Zhulan snorted. "My dear, you might as well stick to singing."

Zhou Shuren only knew a few lines, mostly humming. "Don’t mind if it’s not very good, dear."

Zhulan briskly took off her shoes, changed her clothes, and crawled into bed. "Ah, I know, I’ll treat it as a lullaby. Sing, then."

Zhou Shuren, "...."

His singing was indeed somewhat like a lullaby.

The next day, Zhou Shuren’s day off ended, and he obediently went to the government office. Chang Zhong also diligently went to seek enlightenment from Chang Zhi; the compound that was noisy with madness the day before, was now quiet.

Zhulan’s ears were at peace. "Such precious quietness."

Song Popo said with a smile that the young master indeed had boundless energy; unless he was tired, he would never sit still. Now that the young master was starting his education, the maids and young servants in the main courtyard could relax quite a bit.

Zhulan said, "Chang Zhong, forget it, I’ll still sneak a peek."

She was still worried, after all.

When Zhulan arrived at Chang Zhi’s study, Chang Zhi was facing Chang Zhong’s relentless ’whys.’ Fortunately, Chang Zhi was well-learned and had previously enlightened several children in the family, so dealing with Chang Zhong was easy.

However, Chang Zhong received excellent treatment—the privilege of being taught while nestled in Chang Zhi’s arms, something Ming Teng’s children never had.

Chang Zhong felt that Fourth Brother was very good. "Fourth Brother, you know so much, you’re amazing."

Chang Zhi smiled. "If Chang Zhong works hard, he’ll be as impressive as Fourth Brother."

At noon, Chang Zhi had lunch with his wife.

Su Xuan rubbed her belly. "I heard from the nanny that you’re especially patient with your little brother. How come you weren’t gentle at all when you were calling for Ming Hui?"

Chang Zhi rolled his eyes inwardly but said, "Chang Zhong is father’s precious darling. You didn’t see it yesterday; father really doted on Chang Zhong. If I didn’t teach him gently and ended up making him cry, he might tattle on me."

He used to be the eldest son, and now with Chang Zhong, the latecomer, he truly didn’t have the courage to compete with his little brother. No, there was simply no comparison. Father had never been gentle with him.

Su Xuan giggled. "Well, then I’ll tell you something else—mother sneaked a peek at you teaching Chang Zhong."

Chang Zhi patted his chest. "Lucky I was clever."

In the capital, Shen Yang prepared to buy some gifts for a visit to distant relatives the following day. He had finally picked out an antique he liked in a shop and was about to ask the shopkeeper for the price when the item was snatched from his hand.

Zhang Jinghong thought to himself that it was quite a coincidence. "I’ve taken a fancy to this piece; you can go look for another."

Shen Yang glared. "I saw it first; there should be a sense of first come, first served."

Zhang Jinghong took it and thoroughly despised Shen Yang. Now holding it in hand and taking a closer look, whilst eyeing the shopkeeper, he wouldn’t want the object even if it were free. But to return it to Shen Yang, that he did not want to do. "You’ve taken a liking to it, and so have I. Let’s do this: the highest bidder takes it."

The shopkeeper didn’t dare to utter a word. One of the customers was the Fifth Prince, a regular in the store, so of course they had to heed the Fifth Prince’s preference. But the antique was a fake. He wouldn’t dare to cheat anyone, let alone the Fifth Prince. Seeing the Fifth Prince looking at him, the shopkeeper quickly understood, "This antique is two hundred taels. Since both parties are fond of it, the one who offers the higher price shall have it."

Zhang Jinghong, "Three hundred taels."

Shen Yang, holding back his frustration and noticing the newcomer didn’t have any obvious adornments, felt confident, "Four hundred taels."

Zhang Jinghong, "Five hundred."

Finally, when Shen Yang had bid eight hundred taels, Zhang Jinghong let go of the antique in his hands, "It’s yours."

Shen Yang’s mind went blank for a moment; eight hundred taels, most of the silver in his purse was now gone. He had come with one thousand taels given to him by his father, and now only two hundred taels were left. Puckering his lips, he still took out the silver.

Shen Yang, holding the antique, walked away. Zhang Jinghong turned to the shopkeeper and stretched out his hand, "Hand over the six hundred taels."

The shopkeeper, who had just been delighted at the easy gain of silver, could only obediently hand over the six hundred taels.

Zhang Jinghong was in an exceptionally good mood. He had just made six hundred taels as soon as he left his house, and he was now someone who needed to save silver himself. He said to the shopkeeper, "Be satisfied with the two hundred taels. A fake vase like this, if you meet someone who knows their stuff, they wouldn’t give you even five taels of silver for it."

The shopkeeper forced a smile, "The Fifth Prince is right, I am thankful to the Fifth Prince."

Zhang Jinghong, smiling, left the store. This interaction with Shen Yang revealed that Shen Yang truly was a proud and haughty person, and he didn’t even recognize him, huh, now that was interesting.

The next day, Zhulan took Xue Han to pick up some jewelry from the jewelry store. These pieces were custom ordered by Zhulan, and the gemstones were her own, so she only had to pay the jewelry store for the craftsmanship.

The jewelry was custom made for Xue Han, more opulent than any she had accumulated before, both sets full of regal grandeur.

Xue Han knew her mother had ordered jewelry, but she didn’t expect to receive two sets straight away, "Mother, these two sets of jewelry are too precious."

Zhulan, having turned the family heirlooms into these pieces, responded, "These are your dowry, they’re not too precious."

Xue Han was stunned, not too precious? Just the cost of labor was over a hundred taels.

Zhulan, after checking carefully, packed them away. It was a shame that they could only afford two sets after selling all the heirlooms. She would have to inquire with the Xu family, who sailed on the sea, to see if they could bring back some gemstones, which might be cheaper.

Zhulan, accompanied by her daughter, left the jewelry store. Just as they were about to step into the carriage, Zhulan’s footsteps halted. Looking ahead at the young master approaching, she hadn’t misseen; it wasn’t some family’s son, but plainly her own granddaughter.

Zhulan squinted, "Stop hiding behind your fan, Yushuang."

Yushuang lowered the fan, her face flushed. Today was her first time stepping out like this, and she hadn’t expected to be caught red-handed by her grandmother, "Grandma, Auntie." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Xue Han’s eyes widened, "Should I say you’re brave, or should I say you’re truly Yushuang?"

She herself didn’t have the guts to dress as a man and go out, yet this young girl boldly did so, and just look at her, she actually pulled it off quite well.

Zhulan boarded the carriage first, "Get in, both of you."

Xue Han followed right after her, and once Yushuang was on board as well, Zhulan examined Yushuang’s clothes, "Where did you get this outfit?"

Yushuang, not wanting to sell out her fourth aunt, kept silent.

Zhulan, "You don’t have to say it, I know. Your fourth aunt gave it to you."

In the second wife’s quarters, Madame Zhao was a perceptive woman. Yushuang couldn’t possibly dare to make men’s clothes on her own, and she wouldn’t dare to wear them without permission. It could only have come from Su Xuan.

Yushuang, head lowered, explained, "This outfit was once worn by my fourth aunt when she was younger. I saw it and it happened to fit, so she gave it to me."

Xue Han tapped Yushuang’s forehead, "So with that, you mustered the courage to wear it out, huh?"