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

The letter sent back by the Marquis cast a shadow over the entire Marquis's mansion.

Zhou Ming'an relentlessly sought out someone to use a curse, hoping to keep his mother looking the same as she does now.

That way, maybe when Father comes back and sees Mother no longer causing trouble, he'll change his mind?

Zhou Shixu remained as carefree as ever, eating and drinking as usual. But every night, lying on his couch, gazing at the lonely moon outside the window, he began to ponder things—

What should he do if his parents really divorce?

The eldest brother said he wanted to stay with their mother because he was already married and could make his own choices.

But he's not married yet!

He just turned sixteen last month, and his parents haven't arranged a marriage for him yet. He doesn't know when he'll be able to decide his own future like his older brother.

No matter how bad his mother was, she was still his birth mother, and he still didn't really want them to divorce.

Not to mention, these days not only has Mother calmed down and stopped causing trouble, but she is also always kind and gentle to the three of them.

And then there was the day the engagement was called off...

Although Zhou Shixu was reluctant to admit it, his opinion of his mother had indeed changed significantly because of this incident.

As for Aunt Chu... Chu Yuan'er, she was good to them, but she was not their biological mother after all.

His opinion of Aunt Chu was similar to that of his sister, Ming'an.

Aunt Chu is undoubtedly good to them, but if she had her own child, she wouldn't be as good to them as she is now.

Especially given the precedent set by her sister-in-law in the Liu family, no one dared to say that such a thing would definitely not happen.

Finally, Zhou Shixu turned over and made a decision in his heart—he was going to give his mother a test.

If his mother passes the test, he will definitely help his father win him back when his father returns.

If it doesn't pass...

Then it's not his fault.

Meanwhile, Zhou Shili and his wife in the East Courtyard also got busy after receiving the letter that day.

Zhou Shili wrote several letters in succession to inquire about his father's opinion.

At the same time, he instructed his wife to begin preparations.

Liu Muqiu was initially bewildered.

Until Zhou Shili slapped several land deeds in front of her.

Liu Muqiu took a breath and asked in a very soft voice, "Does Master mean... we should prepare to separate the family?"

"It's not about dividing the family property, it's about dividing the assets."

Zhou Shili said with a straight face, "And it has to be done quietly, without anyone noticing."

My father had military merits, was highly regarded by the emperor, and was also very famous.

If news of the divorce reaches the emperor's ears, his disgraced mother will likely receive nothing.

He had to consider his mother's feelings.

Liu Muqiu looked nervous, but the words "This isn't a good idea" rolled around in her throat before she silently swallowed them down.

Forget it, I can't worry about that anymore.

After all, she really can't live without her mother-in-law these days.

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The children lived in chaos and turmoil.

Only Lu Mingzhao maintained his own routine.

Every morning I learn to read, review account books, and exercise.

In the evening, I go to the garden to plant vegetables, water them, and fertilize them.

Aside from the first day when she randomly whipped him with a stick, she's been eerily quiet these days.

After discussing it with her husband, Liu Muqiu felt that they couldn't let her mother-in-law continue like this.

So, in mid-September, Liu Muqiu persuaded her mother-in-law to leave the mansion and go out for a walk.

Lu Mingzhao understood the children's good intentions and knew that he had been too calm these past few days and had frightened them, so he did not refuse in the end.

"You don't really need to worry about me," Lu Mingzhao said calmly, gazing out the window.

"I have my own considerations. Although I care about Zhou Ningchuan a lot, I won't pester him if he really changes his mind."

"All I really want to do is what I said that day—beat him up, and then get a divorce."

Lu Mingzhao and Zhou Ningchuan had a sincere relationship for many years, and she believed that during the many years she disappeared, Zhou Ningchuan had also been waiting with that sincere heart for a very long time.

But fourteen years is really too long.

In the gaps between sleep and wakefulness, Lu Mingzhao had thought about what Zhou Ningchuan would do if she really could never regain control of her body.

After much thought, she still hoped that Zhou Ningchuan could find new happiness.

Zhou Ningchuan, unaware that she was still alive, had waited for so long without knowing when she would return, having already done more than enough.

Lu Mingzhao didn't blame Zhou Ningchuan. She wanted to beat him up, but only because she resented him for not considering their three children.

Why did he have to fall for someone else at this time of year, when she had to come back?

She finally managed to change her three children's attitude towards her a little.

When Shi Xu and Ming An went to pay their respects to her every night, the way they looked at her softened considerably.

But at this crucial moment, Zhou Ningchuan decides to marry someone else!

That's absolutely outrageous!

As Lu Mingzhao pondered, he leaned weakly against the windowsill, watching the scenery outside the window recede into a continuous expanse.

She actually knew.

She did nothing wrong.

Zhou Ningchuan was not wrong either.

All the hatred, no matter how much, is just resentment towards fate for playing tricks on people.

Sitting opposite her, Liu Muqiu pursed her lips, her heart filled with ripples.

More than half a month ago, she had felt an intense hatred for her mother-in-law.

But now, she felt sad because of her mother-in-law's frustration and racked her brains trying to think of something to say to cheer her up.

The carriage stopped beside a stream at the foot of Yuanshan Temple.

Liu Muqiu helped her mother-in-law out of the car and said gently, "The weather is just right today, neither too hot nor too cold, perfect for a walk."

Lu Mingzhao let out a slow sigh of relief: "You've all been thinking about me these past few days, you must have been feeling really bored, right?"

"Didn't Mrs. Dong send you an invitation the other day? Why didn't you go?"

Liu Muqiu smiled and said, "I've never liked going out and socializing. It's much more interesting to talk to you."

Lu Mingzhao patted her hand and said nothing more.

The two walked along the stream up the mountain and eventually entered a temple.

Liu Muqiu burned incense and prayed to Buddha, but Lu Mingzhao had no interest in worshipping Buddha and silently walked out the door, intending to wander around.

Just as I turned a corner, I bumped into a man in a black robe.

Lu Mingzhao quickly took two steps back to avoid it.

But the other person stopped right in front of her and looked down at her.

"Mrs. Lu".

Lu Mingzhao was taken aback and subconsciously looked up.

The other person looked to be in his early twenties, with a dashing appearance and long past his youthful naiveté, yet on top of his composure was an added layer of flirtatious frivolity. When they looked at each other, they felt that his eyes were full of affection, and he always had a dreamy and intoxicated look of deep affection.

Lu Mingzhao had never met him.

"Who...are you?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly and paused, then quickly recovered and smiled, "Mrs. Lu doesn't recognize me?"

"It's so heartbreaking."

"In her letter, she said she fell in love with me at first sight and secretly harbored feelings for me, but when we met, Madam Lu was so cold and heartless?"

The man spoke sincerely, but his eyes were full of mockery. He even raised his hand to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, feigning grievance.

Lu Mingzhao twitched the corner of his mouth, guessing that this must be a mess left behind by the transmigrated woman.

"I'm sorry, I was sick a few years ago and did a lot of unreasonable things."

Lu Mingzhao answered seriously.

The man, however, didn't believe her. He leaned closer, a half-smile on his face, and asked, "What illness?"

Lu Mingzhao took a few steps back uncomfortably, his expression still serious: "Have you ever heard of astral projection?"