Chapter 288: If one does not act for oneself, heaven will destroy and earth will annihilate

He doesn't say what he ought to, truly befitting Chinu.

As one of the Five Ministers who once served as regent, he's been mixing in the officialdom since childhood—

He excels at covert plots and is even versed in overt schemes.

Behaving this way, whether the other party comes or not, each side has its own solution.

Du Shanü showed admiration, giving her good slave a thumbs-up:

You who play power politics are truly different—your hearts are really dirty.

Chinu: "......"

Chen Weifang: "......?"

What nonsense!

What nonsense!

Can this be considered praise?

How does he find it so grating to hear?

Chen Weifang, without resting, rose and went to the desk, irritably picking up the brush Du Shanü had left on the table:

In that case, Wise Lord, go rest; I'll handle the writing.

Du Shanü's handwriting is ugly, and everyone around knows it, so she doesn't intend to refuse.

She not only doesn't intend to refuse, but even feels somewhat eager to push her luck, speaking with a playful smile:

Then thank you, Afang...... I'm about to go take a nap to refresh myself, and incidentally, could you finish handling all the official documents on the desk?

That pile of memorials, letters, and documents sent from all sides has been stacked up for several days; it's not that Du Shanü is lazy and unwilling to handle them, but rather they are simply too many to finish.

She originally found handling those nitpicking documents rather burdensome, but due to her temperament, she is also extremely meticulous.

Therefore, whenever Du Shanü encounters something she doesn't understand or is unclear about while reviewing, she always goes to ask Chinu, wasting considerable time.

Chinu handles things quickly, but because Du Shanü earlier, in a fit of anger, came up with the idea of defaming Ruan Jintian, to prevent Ruansizong from noticing, whenever outsiders come to the Zhoufu, Chinu's birth father, fearing discovery, hides any traces, so he can only stay hidden.

Moreover, Du Shanü is pregnant, and when suffering severely from morning sickness, she can't even read anything.

Thus, that large pile of letters just lay pressed on the desk.

Handle some, fill in some.

Not only does it not decrease at all, but it even shows a trend of increasing—

Nowadays at least one can still see Chinu and his future yellow intestines...... oh no, it's his family's radiant Wise Lord!

Chen Weifang, upon arriving, already knew this would be the case; now knowing he must relieve the Wise Lord's worries, he doesn't mind and immediately agreed:

Go on, get a good rest.

Although he has always been partial to Chinu, upon seeing the Wise Lord's complexion this time, he also realizes the situation is not good.

Whether due to morning sickness or overtaxing the spirit, after only ten-odd days without seeing him, the Wise Lord now has quite a few dark circles...

Damn it!

This lousy paperwork actually treats the Wise Lord and Chinu so shabbily!

He just knows this couple can't be separated from him, so what else can be done with these documents?

Of course it's him coming!

In short, wherever he works, it's not really work?

Nowadays at least one can still see Chinu and his future yellow intestines...... oh no, it's his family's radiant Wise Lord!

Chen Weifang continued where Du Shanü left off with the vermilion annotation; Du Shanü saw him with lowered brows, bent over the documents in earnest, and the vague anxiety that had lingered in her heart these days finally dissipated.

Du Shanü exhaled a turbid breath heavily, then laughed:

I won't go far; I'll rest a while in the inner chamber of the study, then get up later.

We've just taken over the Zhoufu, and moreover taken it from someone like Ruansizong, an old fox; we can't fully trust the documents he handed over, we must examine them ourselves to understand the Zhoufu's true situation, only then can we be at ease.

And the reason for choosing the inner chamber of the study is, first, to rest; second, to entrust our longing for Afang during these days.

Afang is working, making some faint noises.

As long as she knows Chen Weifang is there, with him worrying about many things, her heart feels steady and at ease.

Du Shanü rubbed her forehead, and Chinu followed her step by step into the inner chamber.

With a few soft rustling sounds of fabric, when Chen Weifang looked up again, the two blurry figures were already lying entwined behind the heavy curtain.

Inside the room, for a moment only the quiet breathing could be heard, and the occasional rustling sound as Chen Weifang turned the pages.

Chen Weifang wrote quickly, finished the vermilion annotation at hand, then casually pulled out one document from the pile, about to open it for a closer look, when his gaze suddenly froze.

He instinctively looked back toward the inner chamber; the people inside should have been asleep, but at the very end, the Wise Lord, for no reason, suddenly as if inspired, spoke:

"... Afang, I've been talking about official duties and forgot an important matter..."

In that voice, mixed with a hint of half-asleep drowsiness and fatigue.

But more than that, it was earnest.

That voice, thread by thread, entered Chen Weifang's ears, and indeed it was:

I haven't returned to Cang Cheng for over three months...... Yu Baobao doesn't know if he misses me; I previously told him, if he really misses me, he should write to me, and no matter how busy I am, when I see it I'll reply......

I've been really exhausted these days and haven't had the chance...... Please help me search carefully, once found...... set it apart...... when I get up, I'll reply to him......

The fragmented, muffled sound came through the curtain.

It's a pity that the sound penetrates the curtain, but cannot penetrate the letter in Chen Weifang's hand.

Chen Weifang pinched the letter he had thought was an official document, narrowed his beautiful eyes that already had a couple of fine lines, and fixed his gaze on the family letter bearing the characters 'Yu Yilove' in the corner.

He couldn't hear any movement from Chinu inside the inner chamber; it seemed as if asleep, or perhaps... just dead.

Chen Weifang remained silent for a few breaths, then the corner of his mouth curled into an extremely faint, cruel smile.

He casually dipped his brush in ink, dotted it on the letter; with such force, the ink instantly seeped through the cover to the inside.

Chen Weifang idly smeared, pretending to flip through the documents; shortly after, two more "black letters" appeared on the table.

Chen Weifang's answering voice was very soft, also very gentle:

"In reply to the Wise Lord, I haven't seen the Young Emperor's family letter...... Perhaps it was never written at all."

This time, Du Shanü's voice from inside the curtains sounded somewhat clearer:

"...... Not written?"

"Although I mentioned it before, nowadays the world is chaotic, writing letters everywhere is easily intercepted...... Yet how could there not even be a single family letter?"

Chen Weifang's expression unchanged, she replied:

"I don't know what the Young Emperor is thinking, but indeed there is none."

Du Shanü's voice paused, then she let out a faint sigh, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"...... That heartless little one, probably sleeping so soundly, not even thinking of me......"

"Forget it, given his temperament, letting him know about these matters outside would just be needless worry for me...... After I wake from this dream, I'll write to him...... again, again bring him something......"

"Sleep, Wife Master."

Chinu's voice took over everything.

Outside the sun still blazed, but behind layers of curtains, everything was indistinct to see and unclear to hear.

His voice sounded only slightly hoarse:

"Wait until this dream ends, then we'll talk."

Du Shanü, following the words, finally lowered herself into the beautiful dream, merely the last breath before her consciousness cleared—

She also heard Afang's gentle, soft voice, like summer wisteria blossoms quietly opening, drifting through the curtains in silken threads.

He said, he said:

"Wise Lord, greetings."

"After you wake and write the letter...... I, Afang, will personally 'send' it out for you."

?? Afang: Rest assured! Leave this to me, I'll definitely get it done for you!

? Hehe, anyone who can see the treasures here should know the author's writing skill is reliable~Everyone is not just a character floating on paper...... Everyone also has their own little thoughts, things they want to protect; this is also a kind of unique charm!