【Hey, where's Grandpa Zhang? Did he take the day off today?】
Chuanwen searched through the crowd below but didn't see Grandpa Zhang. Instead, he spotted his own uncle, whom he had taken for granted. Chuanwen immediately gave his uncle a proud smile.
[Uncle, uncle, look at me! I'm taller than you, and I'm closer to the emperor than you are!]
Chuan Hai silently wiped his sweat. "Grandma, please don't reveal too much information. I'm afraid the Changxing Marquis's mansion can't withstand it."
At this moment in the Prime Minister's residence, Zhang Hui lay on the bed, groaning weakly, while his wife sat beside him, intently embroidering.
After hearing her husband groan 1808 times, Mrs. Zhang finally couldn't take it anymore. "If you have nothing better to do, go out for a walk. Don't keep groaning like that. People who don't know better will think you've become a fly spirit. It's so annoying to listen to."
Zhang Hui was heartbroken. Not only did his wife not come to comfort him, she even called him a fly spirit!
He threw back the covers and went to his wife, snatching her needlework away. "Embroidery, embroidery, all you know is embroidery!"
"Do you even know that some greenhorn dares to bully me now?! It's all because of those few..."
Zhang Hui's face turned purple with anger whenever this was mentioned, and he couldn't continue speaking.
Madam Zhang didn't care about anything else, snatched the embroidery back and continued embroidering, all the while cursing, "Serves you right!"
"Aaaaah! I can't take it anymore!" Zhang Hui was furious. His fingers trembled as he pointed at his wife, "You, you, you—how dare you insult your husband! Don't you know that a woman should put her husband first? If you continue like this, believe me, I'll divorce you!"
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