Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 706 Silver_1

The next day, Zhulan was no longer angry, but Zhou Shuren’s purse was still being controlled. Zhou Shuren felt a bit dispirited.

Chang Zhong pulled on his father’s hand, "Daddy, let’s go wandering the streets again today." frёewebnoѵēl.com

There were still so many things he liked that he hadn’t bought, and yesterday he had only thought about himself, not even bringing gifts for his nephew and niece yet!

Zhou Shuren said with a pang in his heart as he pinched his son’s chubby cheeks, "Daddy doesn’t have Silver Coins."

Chang Zhong wriggled free from his father’s hand and patted his own purse, "I have, I have Silver Coins."

Zhou Shuren had already heard the jingling in the purse yesterday and couldn’t help but chuckle, "You only have a few copper coins, right? At most, they could buy a few skewers of candied haws."

Chang Zhong was not to be outdone. He had already learned to recognize Silver Coins. He could distinguish between copper coins and Silver, so he untied his purse and shook out the Silver Coins, "Dad, look, they aren’t just a few copper coins."

Zhou Shuren watched the Silver peanuts on the table, and even a gold peanut, and fell silent. This little rascal now had more Silver Coins than himself, it really was, "Who gave this to you?"

Definitely not his wife!

Chang Zhong put the Silver back into his purse, sensing his father wanted to take it—no way, it was all his, "Third Brother gave me the Silver peanuts, Fourth Sister-in-law gave me the gold peanut, and the copper coins are from Mom."

Zhou Shuren’s mouth twitched, the Magistrate was indeed the richest, casual gifts were gold peanuts and not even small ones. Zhou Shuren reached out hoping to feel them, but his son quickly snatched them away, "I’m just looking."

He wasn’t covetous!

Chang Zhong didn’t believe it, what’s in his own pocket was his, "Dad, I have Silver. Let’s go wandering the streets!"

Zhou Shuren narrowed his eyes, "Yesterday, why didn’t you pay with your Silver Coins?"

Chang Zhong bluntly said, "I have my daddy."

Zhou Shuren had no response to that. His son’s logic was indeed flawless. He waved his hand, "You can’t go wandering even if you have Silver Coins. Today we have visitors."

Chang Zhong went "Oh," and walked away, clutching his purse. He paused at the door and asked, "Dad, you won’t tell Mom, right?"

Mom didn’t know about these Silver Coins, she said that a few copper coins were enough for a child.

Zhou Shuren, "....Yeah."

The little guy walked away happily; Daddy was most reliable in keeping his word. He had no idea how dear daddy was eyeing his Silver.

Two hours later, Ning Xu came to visit, and he was not alone.

Zhou Shuren looked at the slender man beside Ning Xu and knew who it was just by the face, but he still had to ask, "Mr. Hou, who might this be?"

Ning Xu introduced, "This is my second brother, Marquis Ning."

Zhou Shuren greeted him, "I’ve seen the Princely Heir before."

Ning Hui said, "I’m afraid I’ve intruded upon you today."

Ning Xu disliked standing at the door to talk and spoke up, "Mr. Zhou, let’s not stand at the door chatting."

Zhou Shuren replied with a smile, "This way please, gentlemen."

Once inside Zhou’s residence, Ning Xu and Ning Hui glanced around surreptitiously. Ning Xu thought that the Emperor really was generous with his rewards back then; this mansion was truly splendid. Even his mansion was a reward from the Emperor, who had been quite sparing with such gifts in recent years.

However, Ning Hui thought to himself how highly the Emperor must regard Zhou Shuren, given the mansion’s prime location and size, qualities not attainable with just Silver.

As Zhou Shuren led the way, he covertly sized up Marquis Ning, a man rarely seen by others. His meeting him today was due to Rongchuan, it seemed like the Ning Residence had caught wind of Rongchuan’s status.

Ning Xu and another arrived early, well before the mealtime. Zhou Shuren invited them to have some tea, "I seldom return to the capital, and my house does not have a collection of fine teas. This is a newly purchased tea; I am not sure if it suits your taste, sirs."

Despite his burly appearance, Ning Xu was a connoisseur of good tea. After a small taste, he said, "This is this year’s spring tea, not bad, not bad at all."

Ning Hui took a sip and then set it down, "I rarely drink tea, and I’m not very knowledgeable about it, but I find it quite agreeable."

Zhou Shuren understood; the health of Mr. Ning was poor, hence his infrequent tea drinking.

Ning Xu had a good impression of Zhou Shuren, not only because of Rongchuan, but also because of Zhou Shuren himself—a man with strategies and capabilities and a genuine heart for the people. He admired Zhou Shuren and setting down his tea cup, he said, "I really couldn’t recognize you yesterday, Mr. Zhou. You are a kind father too!"

Zhou Shuren thought of Zhulan and felt a twinge of guilt, "Having a child later in life, it’s hard not to dote on him a little more."

Ning Hui picked up the conversation, "Mr. Zhou has quite a few descendants, and all of them are spectacular, a testament to your fine tutelage."

Zhou Shuren felt a surge of pride internally, indeed he had taught them well. But he modestly replied, "I am but groping my way through their education, it is truly due to the children’s efforts."

Ning Xu felt an unbearable envy; alas, he had no such hopes in this lifetime.

Ning Hui saw the desolation in his younger brother’s eyes and realized he might have spoken inappropriately.

At Hanlin Academy, Shen Yang had once again been summoned to the palace. Upon his return, he looked so proud that he could hardly keep his chin down, and as he entered his residence, someone welcomed him immediately.

Chang Lian didn’t even lift his head, a pity since Shen Yang had no intention of sparing Zhou Changlian, circling around his desk over and over again.

Chang Lian looked up, wordless. If he remained silent, Shen Yang might bother him all day, "Is there something you need?"

Shen Yang’s tone brimmed with triumph, "I thought they would call for you to enter the palace. I really didn’t expect it would be me."

Chang Lian knew that, due to his father’s standing, everyone assumed he had the Emperor’s ear and that most people thought he’d be the first to be summoned. But it was still Shen Yang, and Shen Yang was clearly gloating, "Oh, is there anything else? If there’s nothing, I am quite busy."

Shen Yang stared intently into Zhou Changlian’s eyes, and no matter how unwilling he was, he couldn’t find jealousy in Changlian’s gaze, which made him feel somewhat defeated, "You."

Before he could utter another word, Shi Qing approached, "Shen Yang, here is the book you asked for yesterday."

Shen Yang took it gratefully, "Thank you very much. I will host dinner tonight; let’s go together later."

Shi Qing smiled, "Alright."

Shen Yang watched Zhou Changlian with a smirk. He had spent much effort on Shi Qing, hoping Zhou Changlian would be distressed. Seeing Zhou Changlian upset would make him very happy.

Chang Lian was looking down. He wasn’t distressed at all. Having known Shi Qing for so long, he understood him—Shi Qing wasn’t someone easily swayed. The current situation could only mean that the problems with Shen Yang were significant. Thinking of the latter’s palace visits, Chang Lian dared not speculate further—it must be a big secret.

In the evening, Chang Lian and Rongchuan boarded the carriage; Rongchuan rubbed his shoulders. "Tomorrow will be the first day of rest."

Chang Lian’s lips curled into a smile, "Yes, finally, a chance to rest."

He had been processing so much information lately that his mind indeed needed relaxation.

Afterward, Rongchuan seemed somewhat absent-minded. Today, Marquis Ning had visited the residence. His lineage remained as mysterious as ever. What could Marquis Ning know? And yet, having been in the capital for so long, there was still no movement. Marquis Ning had taken the initiative to visit Zhou’s residence today. Rongchuan had brooded over it all day, unsure what Marquis Ning and his uncle had discussed.

Returning to the Ning Residence, Rongchuan changed clothes swiftly and headed for the main courtyard, where he saw his uncle playing with Chang Xhong. Upon seeing his uncle’s gaze, Rongchuan tried his best to calm his emotions, "Uncle."

Zhou Shuren smiled, "Back already?"

Rongchuan stared into his uncle’s eyes, which showed no signs of change. Rongchuan pondered, had Marquis Ning said nothing at all?

Rongchuan’s emotions were complex, torn between fear of disrupting his present life and some anticipation, which all ultimately turned into a sigh. He truly couldn’t guess anymore.