Chapter 123 The Zhou Family Tradition: Eagerly Taking on Work
Aunt Zhou quickly smiled and said, "I don't usually do much; Ruiyuan does most of it."
The Third Prince frowned even more deeply. "How can he, a dignified crown prince, do these things and make me do them all?"
Even as a prince, he was waited on hand and foot since childhood.
However, he cuts radishes quite skillfully.
Seeing that he might cut his hand, Aunt Zhou said, "Your Highness, let me cut it!"
The Third Prince became more and more adept at cutting, saying, "Although I've never cooked before, I've wielded a knife before, so cutting radishes is a piece of cake."
A short while later, he actually finished cutting the radish.
Upon seeing this, Aunt Zhou turned around, picked up her wooden bucket, and prepared to go to the well in the backyard to fetch water.
"Wait!" The Third Prince suddenly threw down his knife, snatched the wooden bucket from her hand like the wind, and rushed to the backyard to fetch two buckets of water.
Because he was a martial arts practitioner, he carried the two buckets of water as easily as carrying a kitten, and the water vat in the kitchen was full in no time.
Aunt Zhou was stunned.
Then, the Third Prince rushed to the backyard and carried all the chopped firewood to the kitchen.
Then, I learned from the cooks at home how to light the fire and cook rice.
Aunt Zhou tried to do it herself several times, but he stopped her each time, saying, "Just stand there and tell me what to do!"
Aunt Zhou couldn't refuse him, so she had no choice but to do as he said.
Before long, the three dishes and soup were ready.
When Du Wanchun and Zhou Ruiyuan came out of the incense room, they could still smell the aroma of food.
Just then, Zhou Zhao returned from the vegetable garden, carrying a basket full of bok choy on her back. "Mom, I'm back!"
He heard on his way back that his father had returned, which made him very panicked, and he ran all the way back.
Upon hearing the sound, the Third Prince rushed over like the wind. "Hey, Zhao'er, how can you do these chores? Here! Give me the basket!"
Zhou Zhao was stunned, "Third...Third Uncle?"
Before he could react, the Third Prince had already carried his vegetable basket into the house like a rabbit.
Zhou Zhao's eyes widened in shock, and it took him a long time to recover.
Zhou Ruiyuan quickly came over and explained everything to him.
Zhou Zhao suddenly realized, then patted his chest and said, "You scared me to death! Everyone said my father was here, but I thought it was that guy from the capital."
Zhou Ruiyuan raised an eyebrow and whispered, "That one in the capital? I'm afraid your head will fall off the moment you step into his house."
Zhou Zhao quickly covered his neck and nodded in agreement. "Big brother, when is he going back to the capital?"
Zhou Ruiyuan was about to reply.
Just then, the Third Prince's voice came from inside the room again, "Ah! Wanchun, how could you bring water? Quick, give it to me!"
Hearing the sound, Zhou Zhao looked over, and when he turned back to look at Zhou Ruiyuan, he found that Zhou Ruiyuan had already rushed into the house. "Wanchun, come here, give it to me."
Zhou Zhao was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "If outsiders saw this, they would really think they were father and son."
After saying that, he turned around, hoisted the hoe from the yard onto his shoulder, and prepared for the backyard.
"Wait! Wait a minute!" The Third Prince strode over to him again, snatched the hoe from his shoulder, and slung it over his own shoulder, muttering, "You child, don't touch this thing again, it's too dangerous!"
Zhou Zhao stared wide-eyed at the rambling Third Prince, his jaw nearly dropping in astonishment. Was this still the same noble prince who had lived a carefree and unmarried life in the capital?
He really does look just like his father. I don't know if he's too immersed in the role or if he's just a kind-hearted person to begin with.
The Zhou family's small house became lively again with the addition of another person.
The imperial palace in the capital was eerily quiet. The emperor seemed to be possessed, unable to sleep at night, and would burst into tears whenever he thought of the empress he had caused to die.
Consort Wu was extremely worried. How could she regain his favor? She hadn't even given birth to a prince yet!
Despite her worries, she took advantage of the Emperor's lack of time to attend to the harem and set her sights on Consort Ru.
"That little bitch was so smug a while ago. Let's see how she dares to swagger in front of me now!"
She secretly sent someone to place a box of poisoned rouge on Consort Ru's desk, replacing the rouge that Consort Ru usually used the most.
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