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

Chapter 430: Chapter 430 Wu Chun_1

Graduate Bai regretted it. If time could be turned back, he definitely wouldn’t have volunteered. He had compromised himself, ”Not a single tremble.”

Zhou Shuren was hurrying back home for dinner, ”Graduate Bai, please get off the carriage, you are delaying me.”

If he got home late, his wife would be worried.

Graduate Bai was dumbfounded; he couldn’t help but guess, perhaps Mr. Zhou was deceiving him? He steadied his mind, thinking today was a disaster, but his presence had diminished. Wanting to talk again, he realized his presence had weakened. He pursed his lips and hurriedly got out of the carriage.

Before stepping out of the carriage, Graduate Bai glanced at the coachman wearing a hat, squinting his eyes. He couldn’t make out anything unusual, but he bore a grudge against Mr. Zhou in his heart; he had been too flustered just now.

The coachman, waiting for the carriage ahead to move on, lifted his head and whipped the horses.

Zhou Shuren was amused inside the carriage, two long and one short whip signals. After a few more such flicks, he would understand the message being conveyed. However, Zhou Shuren had become much more stable; at least he had quite a few people protecting him. His only worry now was the poisoning.

At Zhou’s residence, when Zhulan saw Zhou Shuren return late, she was terribly worried, ”What happened?”

Zhou Shuren, ”What could have happened? I was just held up at the government office. Was the child well-behaved today?”

Zhulan let out a sigh of relief, caressing her belly with a gentle smile on her face, ”This child has been very good.”

If it weren’t for Doctor Zhang’s pulse diagnosis, she would have been worried that something might be wrong with the child. It was too well-behaved.

Zhou Shuren looked at Zhulan’s stomach, squinting his eyes. This time, not only the Emperor went fishing, but he also took note, daring to threaten his wife and child; he would lower his standards.

Zhou Shuren’s gaze was profound. Did they really think he let Graduate Bai go just like that? Not capturing Bai would mean exposing the man by his side, but now, Graduate Bai should be trapped, just waiting for all the people who should come to gather, to catch them all at once.

The next day, soon after Zhou Shuren arrived at the government office, Wu Chun, who had received a letter yesterday, came directly to the office today.

Zhou Shuren smiled, his father-in-law valued Wu Chun greatly, even willing to sacrifice his other grandsons to protect Wu Chun; it was indeed worth it. He had only written to Wu Chun to find some martial house servants, yet Wu Chun came personally.

The reason for Wu Chun’s visit was clear to Zhou Shuren. The young man was here to intimidate, to tell those with ideas that Zhou’s residence still had a relative who was a military general.

Mr. Chen, upon seeing Wu Chun, ”General Yang.”

Wu Chun smiled, ”Mr. Chen, is everything well?”

Mr. Chen replied, ”All is well.”

But his heart jumped; people are really forgetful. Mr. Zhou’s wife kept a low profile, and Mr. Zhou never visited Yang’s household, nor did he meet with General Yang. They all forgot that the garrison in Lizhou Prefecture had relations with the Zhou family, one as relatives and the other indirectly related.

Yang Wuchun arrived at the Government Office with his Guard, and before long, everyone interested knew.

The thoughts of these people were similar to Mr. Chen’s; Zhou Shuren made too few contacts with the Yang household, and his own affairs distracted everyone, making it easy to overlook the marital connections of Zhou’s residence. Of course, the Yang’s house was also too inconspicuous.

Only now did they realize that the Zhou family had a relative who was a military general, and the Yang family owed a life-saving debt to General Zheng Hong. Now the Zheng family was not what it used to be; they held considerable influence on the frontier.

In the Government Office, Zhou Shuren and Wu Chun sat down for tea, Zhou Shuren feeling nostalgic. A few years ago, Yang Wuchun would be scared to see him, but now Yang Wuchun, after a baptism of blood, carried an aura of murder, ”You don’t have to worry too much.”

Yang Wuchun’s mouth twitched. How could he not worry? He had a brain, and people were courting him, not to mention his uncle. The chances of him returning to the capital in this lifetime were slim, and likewise few were the chances to achieve great deeds. But it was different for his uncle.