"I saw it with my own eyes, isn't that proof? This morning, my grandparents were out, and I went downstairs for breakfast. I saw Wen Ziyun coming out of Grandpa's room with my own eyes." Wen Ziling became anxious after hearing what Wen Ziqiu said. She was just telling the truth, so how did she provoke Wen Ziqiu?
Wen Ziling wanted to say something, but Wang Qiuyan pulled her arm hard, and she stopped talking.
Wang Qiuyan knew that her daughter was outspoken and was afraid that she would say something unpleasant and her mother-in-law would misunderstand that she, as a mother, was instigating the conflict between her daughter and Wen Ziqiu.
"Yuxiang, take the two people out. Tell Lao Da and Ziyun to go home immediately. I have something to tell them." Wen Yiran saw Wen Ziling's serious face as she spoke, and he felt even more disappointed with Wen Ziyun. Wen Ziling had never lied since she was a child. It seemed that Wen Ziyun must have taken the money.
Maybe Ziyun just entered the room but didn't take the money?
When the time came, a glimmer of hope emerged in Wen Yiran's heart.
After Wen Yuxiang left, Wang Qiuyan took her daughter back to the room.
After Wang Qiuyan closed the door, she couldn't help but lecture her daughter: "Xiao Lingzi, don't get involved in what happens in the first room from now on."
"Mom, I didn't lie." Wen Ziling was a little sad and felt that Wang Qiuyan didn't understand her.
"Xiao Lingzi, Mom doesn't suspect you of lying. Mom just wants to tell you that if you say that about Wen Ziyun in front of Wen Ziqiu, regardless of whether Wen Ziyun took the money or not, they'll both hate you." Wang Qiuyan was a little worried. Wang Qiuyan and Wen Yuxiang had been married for over a decade and had only one child, Wen Ziling. Wen Ziling had always been bright and outspoken, always speaking her mind.
Wang Qiuyan and his wife never taught Wen Ziling the importance of observing people's expressions and knowing what to say and what not to say. Wen Ziling was simple-minded and had no knack for deception.
Suddenly, Wen Yiran announced that Wen Yuxiang would take over as the next head of the Wen family.
Wen Yuxiang was going to take over as the head of the Wen family, and the family would have to return to Kyoto to live. This would not suit Wen Ziling's simple nature. Although Wang Qiuyan didn't come from an aristocratic family, she had heard from Wen Yuxiang that almost everyone in this circle was a shrewd person.
"Mom, I didn't lie. I'm not wrong. The ones who were wrong were Wen Ziyun and Wen Ziqiu. Even if they're targeting me, I'm not afraid." Wen Ziling was very upset when Wang Qiuyan said this. Didn't Mom always say that people should uphold justice and that a person with an upright character fears no slander? Why did it change when it came to Wen Ziyun and his sister? Besides, she only told Grandpa that Wen Ziyun had entered Grandpa's room, not that he had stolen Grandpa's money.
"Little Lingzi," Wang Qiuyan held her forehead. She didn't know how to tell her daughter. Could it be that the Wen Ziyun siblings were jealous of Wen Yuxiang's imminent rise to head of the Wen family? And by extension, jealous of Wen Ziling, the future head's daughter? Wang Qiuyan couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. She had raised her daughter too innocently all those years ago. Jealousy between women could sometimes destroy a person. Take, for example, her former sister-in-law, Cao Aimei. Such a capable woman, wasn't she ruined by the combined schemes of her mistress and her husband?
"Mom, don't worry, I will stay away from Wen Ziyun and Wen Ziqiu in the future. In the first house, I am only good friends with my eldest cousin, and my future eldest cousin's wife." Seeing that Wang Qiuyan was not happy, Wen Ziling quickly leaned over and whispered her plan to Wang Qiuyan's ear.
This child isn't that stupid. This family will belong to Ziqing and his wife from now on! Wang Qiuyan couldn't help but smile when she saw her daughter's plan.
At the same time, at General Zhou's house.
After Zhao Qingshan checked General Zhou's pulse, he went to the next compartment to pack his medicine box and wrote a prescription for General Zhou to replenish his body.
"Uncle Zhao, does the general need to take medicine?" Zhou Xi asked cautiously as he looked at Zhao Qingshan who was sitting at the table writing furiously.
"Well, before summer comes, the general needs to drink some tonic. Has he had a poor appetite recently?" After Zhao Qingshan stopped writing, he carefully considered what he wanted to say.
"Yes, Brother Zhao, the general used to eat a large bowl of rice at every meal, but since the end of last month, his appetite has decreased by a third!" Zhou Xi said worriedly. After the Lunar New Year, not only had General Zhou's appetite decreased, but his sleep time had also increased by an hour. He also felt fatigued from time to time.
Zhou Xi had grown up with General Zhou, and could immediately spot any slight change in General Zhou. Although General Zhou never expressed his fatigue, Zhou Xi could sense it.
When he was young, General Zhou could stay energetic all day with just six hours of sleep. Now, nine hours of sleep is not enough. What does this mean? Even though Zhou Xi is not a doctor, he can guess.
Moreover, Zhou Xi's five senses had sharpened considerably since he became a cultivator. Over the past few months, even without any instruments to check, Zhou Xi could sense that General Zhou's Qi and blood were slowly weakening. Zhou Xi was somewhat worried about General Zhou.
Zhao Qingshan glanced at Zhou Xi strangely, muttering to himself. Zhou An looked quite energetic, but unfortunately, his brain wasn't always very clear. He even got his address mixed up, switching randomly between "Uncle Zhao" and "Brother Zhao."
"Uncle Zhao, what's wrong?" Zhou Xi was stared at by Zhao Qingshan's burning gaze and was a little at a loss.
"It's nothing, Xiao An! You are about 27 or 28 years old this year, right? Have you found a girlfriend?" When Zhao Qingshan saw the tall and elegant Zhou Xi, the gossip factor in his heart began to emerge.
"No. No rush. Brother Zhao, let's talk about the general's health!" Zhou Xi shook his head like a rattle, fearing that Zhao Qingshan would continue this embarrassing topic.
After Zhou Xi became "Zhou An," everything was fine except for one thing: many people were eager to introduce him to potential partners. It was no wonder, considering Zhou Xi was a sixty- or seventy-year-old man, so naturally, no one would have worried about his marriage. Now, Zhou An was a young man in his twenties, handsome and with a wide range of responsibilities. He was the captain of a special operations team! Not only did he have regular access to top leaders, but he was also incredibly capable. These two factors alone made Zhou Xi a promising "son-in-law" for many wealthy families in Kyoto with daughters of marriageable age.
"The general is old, and the functions of his internal organs and various parts of the body have begun to degenerate." Seeing that Zhou Xi was anxious to ask about General Zhou, Zhao Qingshan did not chat with him and directly turned the topic back to General Zhou.
General Zhou was already seventy-three years old, and compared to other veterans of similar age, he was considered healthy. Take Cao Yunfei, for example, who was bedridden for two months a year, but General Zhou rarely caught even a minor cold.
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