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Chapter 905 Trust
Chapter 905: Chapter 905 TrustMingyun waited until the carriage left, taking Liufeng quickly onto the carriage with a somewhat distracted air. Liufeng didn’t ask questions; it was beyond his reach.
Back at the Zhou residence, Mingyun hadn’t even eaten when he first delivered gifts to his grandparents, then went to the main house to change clothes.
Zhou Shuren held the hairpin in his hand, "The gift from my eldest grandson isn’t cheap."
Zhulan looked at the delighted Zhou Shuren, "Look how happy you are."
"Of course I’m happy, it’s a gift from my eldest grandson."
Zhulan was also happy. Most of the gifts she received were from her granddaughters; the grandsons only gave gifts on birthdays. "This hairpin isn’t cheap either, but what matters most is the filial piety."
Zhou Shuren said, "Tomorrow, I will wear this hairpin."
"Good."
In the main house, upon seeing their son Ming Teng had indeed returned with the Jade Pendant, both Lady Li and Zhou Laoda grinned broadly. Ming Teng, looking at his parents’ happy expressions, couldn’t help but touch his purse.
Ming Teng mentally calculated; although his monthly salary wasn’t small, his expenses were not few either. With so many siblings and elders, he had to give gifts for each birthday, which was the most significant expense. He couldn’t save much silver in a year. He might not compare to his eldest brother, but he was still able to save some silver to buy gifts for his parents.
After showing off Mingyun’s gift, Lady Li and Zhou Laoda had their moment, then Zhou Laoer and Zhao’s family were envious. Chang Lian and Chang Zhi didn’t feel much since their children were still too young to understand these things.
When preparing to rest at night, Zhou Shuren mentioned the affairs of the government hall and the Emperor’s state.
Zhulan raised an eyebrow, "Haven’t you always been acting like you want to retire, with others pushing you on? You’ve already established that persona. Even if Grand Master of Writing grants you more power, the Emperor won’t be as wary of you."
Although Zhou Shuren indeed wanted to take it easy, he was always strategic, looking several steps ahead and had planned for this.
Zhou Shuren laughed, "I can’t help it. The closer we are to the imperial succession, the tenser the Emperor becomes. At this time, as I am already valued by the Emperor, to show greed for power would be suicide. It’s the imperfect people who are trusted."
Zhulan nodded; Zhou Shuren was very capable. If he wanted to do well, he surely could, but that wasn’t viable, "It’s pretty good as it is now."
Zhou Shuren held his wife’s hand, "Don’t worry, I always have a sense of measure in my heart."
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Zhang Yang’s face reddened as he took it. There were annotations on it—he made a mistake. When he looked up, Zhang Jinghong had already left.
The next day, after attending the court, Zhou Shuren stayed inside the palace, standing in the government hall. He glanced around; there were indeed a lot of officials left behind today.
Yes, the Grand Master of Writing had attended the court today as well.
The Emperor pointed to the stack of Zhezi on the table, "There are Zhezi delivered every day, piling up on the table."
Zhou Shuren bowed his head. The Emperor’s tone was even, but that did not mean he was calm.