The temperamental white moonlight is back, and the entire Marquis's family obediently calls him

It is only natural to be attracted to one's mother.

Moreover, Zhou Shili was very happy, finally someone shared the same feelings as him.

Liu Muqiu tentatively asked, "Was Mother... always like this?"

Zhou Shili: "My mother was like this when she was very young."

That was a story his father told him.

My father and mother were neighbors when I was a child.

My grandparents died early, and my maternal grandmother's family took in my father and treated him as their own son.

Because his grandparents were withdrawn and rarely interacted with villagers, his father was often ostracized as a child.

After his grandparents passed away, the children in the village said that his father had killed his parents, and they bullied him.

Whenever his mother found out, she would always rush out with a stick to protect him.

Later, when they grew up, their maternal grandparents passed away due to illness, and they got married and had children.

The mother continued to protect her family like a hawk.

Whenever my father mentioned these things, his eyes, which were usually covered in frost, seemed to be touched by a spring breeze, and the ice melted away in those memories.

He could see his father's love for his mother in his father's eyes, and he could also see his mother's strong love for others since childhood.

A mother is the center of a family.

Without their mother, they lost their ability to unite.

If that woman hadn't occupied his mother's body for fourteen years... Zhou Shili believed that his family would be much happier than they are now.

As Liu Muqiu listened to her husband reminisce about the past, her opinion of her mother-in-law gradually changed.

"So... Mother will go back to how she was before, right?" she asked softly.

Zhou Shili nodded: "That's right, this is what I said the other day, Mother has returned."

This statement is truly absurd and baffling.

The last time she heard it, Liu Muqiu thought her husband was just comforting himself.

But now, she actually understood what her husband meant.

The two sat under the eaves, with Liu Muqiu leaning on her husband's shoulder.

Despite how absurd it seems, it... doesn't seem so bad.

After all, it's not just her husband.

Even she had a strange feeling that her long-lost maternal love seemed to have returned to her side.

In the days that followed, Zhou Shili would go to his mother's house to farm whenever he had free time.

By day he is the imposing and awe-inspiring Supervisor of the Court of Judicial Review, but by evening he changes into old clothes and works in the fields with a hoe.

Not only him, but Liu Muqiu also changed his clothes and, imitating his mother-in-law, carried a bamboo basket to pull weeds and loosen the soil between the rows.

Over time, the two of them also began to find it somewhat enjoyable, and they started coming even more frequently.

However, Lu Mingzhao changed the work from twice a day, morning and evening, to once a day, evening.

She arranged a separate process for the morning.

Every morning, after getting up, I would wash up, exercise, have breakfast with Liu Muqiu, and then start learning to read.

She wasn't actually very keen on learning to read.

She's somewhat interested in physical labor, but she gets a headache just looking at words put together.

But Li'er said that she needed to know some words, otherwise she was afraid of being cheated when she went out.

After thinking about it carefully, Lu Mingzhao felt that it made a lot of sense.

Before, she had no money and had a "what's the use" mentality. Even if others cheated her, how much could they cheat her out of?

Things are different now.

With her vast wealth, if she were to be scammed, she would be completely ruined.

Therefore, she needs to at least recognize all the numbers.

So every time Zhou Shixu and Zhou Ming'an came to pay their respects, they would see a strange sight—the originally exquisitely decorated house was covered with large characters.

On this wall are the characters "壹", "贰", and "僄".

On the wall over there are the characters "肆", "伍", and "柒".

When Zhou Shixu first saw it, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Why is one number missing?"

Lu Mingzhao heard this and felt secretly pleased with himself.

Lu is her surname, so she naturally recognizes it.

You didn't expect that, did you?

Under Zhou Shili's supervision, Zhou Shixu and Zhou Ming'an would come to pay their respects to Lu Mingzhao every day.

But Zhou Shixu still can't change his habit of criticizing others as soon as he opens his mouth.

Zhou Ming'an didn't say a word more, just greeted them and left.

Although Lu Mingzhao wasn't in a hurry, it would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed whenever his daughter became distant.

In her spare time, she sews clothes and boots stitch by stitch.

The clothes are for my daughter, and the boots are for Zhou Ningchuan.

One was the one she cared about most, and the other was the one she wanted to see most.

These days, she always asks Zhao's mother if Zhou Ningchuan has sent any letters back.

At first, Zhao's mother answered with trepidation. But as time went on, she realized that the old lady was truly different.

When the old lady asks questions now, she really means she's just asking questions.

It wasn't to find a pretext to punish the servants, nor was it an opportunity to vent my anger.

Gradually, the other maids also dared to say a few words to the old lady.

Leading the group were Cuizhu and Cuiju, two head maids who had lived in constant fear and trepidation under the time-traveling woman.

After Lu Mingzhao returned, they gradually dared to laugh and joke again.

Lu Mingzhao likes to be surrounded by young girls, as it makes her feel like she hasn't grown old.

After all, she was still a 23-year-old girl inside, who should have been in the prime of her life, but now she could only live with this body that was over 30 years old.

The time-traveling woman also used her body to eat and drink excessively and jump around.

She's been threatening to hang herself one day and cutting her hand the next, leaving her in a terrible physical state.

Fortunately, Lu Mingzhao is optimistic and insists on exercising every day to prevent his condition from declining further.

That evening, Lu Mingzhao finally finished making the clothes for his daughter.

She stood up, shook her clothes, and looked at Zhao's mother and Cuizhu and Cuiju beside her.

"How is it? Does it look good?"

The three nodded repeatedly.

"It's beautiful. I think it's much prettier than the ones sold outside."

"If Madam didn't become a Marquis's wife, she could open her own clothing shop and make a fortune!"

Cuiju has a sweet tongue and can always make people feel overjoyed by her compliments.

Lu Mingzhao happily folded the clothes: "I think it's a good idea, but I don't know if An'an will like it."

Zhao Mama said, "Miss will understand Madam's good intentions sooner or later."

In the past two weeks, Zhao's mother has come to a complete understanding that the old lady is no longer the crazy woman she used to be.

Looking at the old lady's bright and lively appearance, she suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.

At that time, she had just entered the manor.

The old lady punished the young master, and the Marquis tried to stop her, leading to a big argument between the two.

She was also driven out of the house by the furious old lady and sat at the gate of the courtyard, where she heard the Marquis comforting the eldest son who was crying incessantly.

The young master's voice choked with sobs: "Why, Mother, why are you doing this to me?"

"Dad, am I really a bad child?"

The Marquis silently embraced his eldest son, "No, that's not your mother."

"She wouldn't do this to you... nor to me."

The young master raised his teary eyes: "Will Mother... come back?"

"Yes."

This time, the Marquis's answer was swift and decisive, as if he had recited the answer countless times in his mind.

"It definitely will."

After the eldest young master was led away by the servants, only the Marquis remained.

The Marquis stood alone under the moon, the moonlight casting a silvery-white silhouette of loneliness upon him.

He quietly looked up at the moon, doing nothing and saying nothing, as if he were waiting for something.

At that moment, Zhao Xianglan had a fleeting thought—if the Marquis was waiting for his wife from his youth, he would probably never see her again.

but now……

Zhao Xianglan suddenly recalled this long-forgotten scene and felt that the person the Marquis was waiting for had truly returned.

Zhao Xianglan withdrew to serve tea, and shortly after, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard outside.

The old man, who always adhered to proper etiquette, barged in without a care.

He looked excited, clutching a thin, unopened letter in his hand, and called into the house, "Mother, Father has written!"