"My lord, Lord Jiang An has arrived."
When the steward suddenly came to announce the visitor, the family was watching little Lao Liu perform the Moonwalk.
Zhou Luming was thoroughly enjoying herself when the interruption came, leaving her deeply annoyed.
Her little lips puckered as she said coldly, "So he's here. Just let him wait. What's all the fuss about?"
"Eldest Sister is right. He framed Mother yesterday, so he must be here to apologize today. We already expected him to come. There's no need to make a fuss."
Zhou Sesong was still playing with the bird. Just thinking of Jiang An's disgusting face irritated her.
"Father, you said even a vicious tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs. Why would Jiang An frame Mother? Did water get into his brain and soak it rotten?"
Zhou Yunshen turned it over in his mind and decided his youngest son's explanation was the most likely.
Huahua: [Jiang An is cowardly, selfish, and timid, yet wildly ambitious and deeply superstitious. When he was three, a fortune-teller said he would become a Tongsheng, and he eventually did. Then the fortune-teller said he would come into a small fortune. Sure enough, he later found a pouch of silver notes, all in hundred-tael denominations-twenty of them in total.]
[That old bastard used the money to dress himself up like a respectable man. He even hired a storyteller to build his reputation and paid a few poor scholars to write poems for him, letting him show off at poetry gatherings and tea parties.]
[Over time, his reputation grew. Then the fortune-teller said he would place high in the examinations and marry a noblewoman from a powerful family. That prediction came true too.]
[Before your eldest and second brothers were born, that old wretch said his wife's family harbored