C13 (1/2)

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.