C13

Madame Du Su took a palm-leaf fan and fanned the little insects flying in the yard. "She was greedy. Just by our family, although it doesn't seem like we lack meat on the surface, it doesn't mean that we have meat at all. "I'll have to get some grasses, dust, and water to sprinkle them. This year, these bugs have flown way too early."

Wei Zhao lay on her mother's lap, swaying as he slept.

Du Su continued, "It just so happens that tomorrow is the market. I'll cut a piece of cloth and make some summer clothes for Mister Qian. After troubling him twice, I can't help but express that it's really unjustifiable."

He could only spend this money on a child without saying anything, but he could still talk about it, "Raising a student is much better than spending his life on other people, it's fortunate that we don't have to take the Elementary Scholars exam. After studying for ten or twenty years like this, no one would be able to stop themselves from spending their money, let alone marrying someone else. Let's not talk about how learned we will be, we can't earn enough money to support our family, so we might as well find some rich ones to look at, what do you think?"

Du Su smiled. "It's still early. I still want to keep her for another two years, so I can raise her if I'm older. Furthermore, I don't even know a person's true nature. Anyone who looks good will have to look for a few more years before they can see it …"

Wei Zhao rolled over and rubbed his mouth on her mother's leg, mumbling in his dreams, "Dad, I'm going to fish for shrimp. You be the bait, make more …" "Much better..."

Such a night was a peaceful and blissful one for the Du Family. Ever since they had Wei Zhao, their days had been peaceful and happy.

His Majesty had given him three months, and Mister Qian felt that his responsibility was too great. As a matter of fact, he should have made more plans for Wei Zhao and let him walk a more convenient path in the future. But what about Wei Zhao's background? What should the Du Family do? Du Su looked like she didn't know that Wei Zhao was the son of the Emperor. Hmm, she definitely didn't know. If she knew, how could a woman like her be so calm? This was impossible.

Mister Qian felt that he was unable to sleep, so he couldn't help but think of a poem: "Lots of people want to submit …"

The snores next door came one after another. The more he listened, the more Mr. Qian couldn't sleep, and the more he listened, the more his forehead opened up … This old man Wang, it seemed like he was here to make trouble for him.

Wang Taichang was too old, and his dream was most likely to come from when he was young. From time to time, he would call out 'Mother'. Mr. Qian's nights were truly annoying.

If Wei Zhao's father had been anyone else, he wouldn't have been so worried. If Wei Zhao wasn't the only child of Emperor Qinghe, he wouldn't have worried. His father was the only Emperor, and she was the only child of the Emperor.

If he didn't have the identity of an emperor, then Wei Zhao wouldn't have been so easy to deal with. He would've taken advantage of the Du Family and put them in jail, heh, that would've been enough. Maybe if she knew the truth, she could still hide it from Eldest Brother Du.

The identity of an emperor was one thing, but Mr. Qian was more hesitant than the identity of an emperor because of Wei Zhao.

Who was Wei Zhao? Wei Zhao was the Emperor's child, and the Emperor would never have a child in the future. That was to say, Wei Zhao wanted to be the emperor.

[How stupid of you to bully her when you know this person is going to become the emperor in the future?] Even if old man Qian didn't have any descendants, he was still afraid that someone would plunder his ancestral grave in the future!

Therefore, how to resolve Wei Zhao's background perfectly and send him to the palace without any bloodshed, and secure Boss Du's family, became one of Mister Qian's considerations.

This topic was too big, to the point where he had no intention to teach anymore. He could only invite an older High Scholar to lead Ji Quan's class. As for Mr. Qian, he was still teaching.

In ancient times, Mr. Qian was afraid that if things went badly, he would leave a bad impression in Wei Zhao's heart, but he wasn't afraid and wouldn't hit her palm.

It had been raining that night, so it was hard for Elder Du to stay at home. Since he didn't go out to work, Du Su's family didn't get up early, and he didn't know what the couple did for the night. Anyway, the family of three slept lazily, and it was overcast, so who knew what time it would be if they didn't go to work?

Wei Zhao was late again.

Too late for a beating.

Mother, it hurts.

With three strikes of the ruler, the small meat on his palm turned red.

This time, she only dared to prick her ears, while her eyes were still fixed on the textbook. Qiao Yun did not dare to sneer, because if her teacher were to try again, her father would beat her to death. That's right, Qiao Yun was jealous of Wei Zhao, and it was because Wei Zhao's parents loved their child more than her parents.

All of the kids in the class were carrying books on their backs. Only Xue Chao Yun's eyes were slightly red, his lips pursed as he looked at Wei Zhao.

After Mr. Qian's beating, Wang Taichang heavily tapped the stone floor with his cane and coughed loudly. "Cough, you old boy, how could you be so heartless?"

Mr. Qian: What the f * ck, that old geezer is trying to backfire again!

The king of the two kingdoms had already begun to act cute towards Wei Zhao by squatting on the ground. "Aiyo, come, let your grandpa see. It won't hurt if we blow on you …"

Wei Zhao didn't cry. It wasn't actually shameful for him to cry, but it wasn't the first time she'd suffered such pain. It was just like how she'd been when she'd gotten used to it. Otherwise, if the next-door next-door nun, Erhua, told someone that she had a baby and it hurt, she would have had seven or eight babies. But now, she had one in her stomach? From this, one could tell that whether the pain came from his mouth or not.

After very courteously thanking the great-grandfather who delivered himself to his doorstep, Wei Zhao stood by the wall, the sky was clear now, and there were traces of rain in the yard, but the air was good, there was no dust, and there was no smell. Wei Zhao felt that standing didn't matter, as her father mostly worked standing, and her mother wasn't just sitting there all day.

Grand Preceptor Wang was even good at being a good person. "Alright, alright, it's all right. This person's family is small, hurry and go inside." It was good that he didn't say anything. The moment he said that, Mr. Qian, who had already been holding back his anger, became even more annoyed. The other party then turned around and left by himself.

Wei Zhao stood there for half an hour before Mr. Qian sent Ji Ming out to call her in.

He didn't dare to say anything else, but he wasn't angry, and happily felt that he held a better image in Wei Zhao's heart than Mr. Qian. Haha, this was enough to make him happy, right?

But in the evening, when the Du Family came to pick up Wei Zhao and deliver the clothes for Teacher Xia, Grandpa Wang's lips twitched.

He didn't wait for Wei Zhao, but waited outside until Mr. Qian had sent the mother and daughter out before he went up to pay his respects to his aunt and sincerely asked when Wei Zhao was going to fish for shrimp. The next day was Mu Xiu, and if he could go the next day, he wanted to call his mother to help him prepare for … His tone was very slow, and his voice even had a bit of a childish tone, making people feel that this child was very polite.

Wei Zhao went to see her mother again. There was an adult anyway, she didn't want to make that decision.

"Alright, then we'll come straight to the house. The house has everything, so you don't have to prepare anything. You'll be eating lunch at our house, so Cousin will cook some Drunken Golden Shrimp for you."

Xue Shaoyun looked at Wei Zhao with a worried expression. Seeing Wei Zhao nod in agreement, he gave a small smile.

She felt that if she gave birth to a son like this, she would have to worry her death. She wanted to marry him to a daughter-in-law in the future, or find a son-in-law for him!

"Your younger cousin is younger than you, and is also a guest at our house. Sister, please let him take care of me, Mother knows that you are always sensible, but just give me a few words of advice, he grew up in a wealthy village and has never played with anyone before, so you should just follow Spring Flower. Forget it, it's better if you take him to play a few times, and when you get familiar with him, we can then find Spring Flower to play together.

Wei Zhao nodded in agreement. "Mother, I know. I'm just playing for my cousin. He's very pitiful. He's never played before."

Madame Du Su laughed so hard that her back was to her feet, patting the little bun on his head, "It's not pitiful, but we can't say these words in front of him. He should feel embarrassed."

Wei Zhao asked again, "Mother, are you happy to give Teacher Xia Shan?"

"I don't see what's so happy about that. He gave us a piece of cloth, and my mother went to sell him a piece of cool silk. There's a word for it."

"Protocol?"

"Isn't it just a formality? Ai, this is different from studying at school. Look at how your mother couldn't explain it clearly even after speaking for half a day and only said four words, isn't this learning going to have some benefits as well? "

Wei Zhao deliberately laughed teasingly, "Yeah, you've saved your drool, haven't you?"

She had to make a note of this joke. When she went to Old Du University tonight to learn, she would see that her elder sister Zhao's brain was sharp and quick-witted.

Coincidentally, Mu Xiu's day brought Ji Quan and Ji Ming's grandfather seventy years of lifespan, and their lives were rarely lived, so their lifespan was naturally even more important. It was not something that could be completed in a day.

After Ji Ming's class, he went to find Wei Zhao to talk, "The family has invited a crew to act for three days. Mu Xiu, are you going to watch it?"

Wei Zhao was about to absent-mindedly reply when he heard someone call out to her from behind. He turned his head to see Xue Siyun standing there with her little fists clenched as she looked at him.

Only now did Wei Zhao remember the matter of the shrimp — how could there be so many things going on? She was really busy!

They could fish for shrimp whenever they wanted, but it wasn't common for a film crew.

"Cousin, would you like to see a show?" She blinked, her eyes filled with joy and amusement.

Xue Xianyun understood her meaning and lowered his head without saying a word.

In this way, Wei Zhao also understood what was going on. This was what Mister said about how 'being silent at this moment is better than having sound'.

"Then let's go fishing for prawns tomorrow. My father has prepared a lot of bait for us. If we don't use it tomorrow, it would be a waste."

"Thank you, Cousin."

His smile was one of satisfaction and relief after his wish had been fulfilled. The slight grievances that had been born in Wei Zhao's heart from not being able to watch the show vanished as well.