Chapter 357: Zhuang Wei's Jealousy

"Children, go stay at the inn with Zhuang Wei," Jiang Yun Chu came out and specifically told the children.

"Yes!" The little ones immediately stood ramrod straight; just a moment ago they had been sitting casually, those who should be doing what they should now each stood as straight as a tree.

The three Young Masters of Zhuang Mansion also unconsciously slowly rose to their feet, even wanting to shout that…… yes.

"Go."

Ning Hanmo led the children, bowing one by one, and said to Zhuang Wei, "We have Zhuang Wei."

"No trouble, let's walk there."

Zhuang Wei looked at the few children, no one showed any impatience on their faces.

These kids, indeed have been educated very well.

Thus, the Zhuang Mansion slowly sank into silence.

Zhuang Clan Second Branch.

"My lady, it's late, go to sleep." Zhuang Wei looked at his lady sitting before the bronze mirror and couldn't help speaking again.

Why say again? Mainly because this is already the third time.

"Don't rush me."

Feng Xiangxiang turned her head, looked at Zhuang Wei, her almond eyes flashing, somewhat displeased.

"My beauty, I'm almost forgetting what you look like; you say if I go to Yun Institute to have a look, will I be thrown out?"

She seemed to be muttering to herself, yet also seemed to be speaking to Zhuang Wei.

Her whole person, with that hazy gaze, suddenly gave Zhuang Wei a sense of crisis.

"My lady, have you forgotten that I am your husband?" Zhuang Wei's voice sank somewhat, his gaze upon his lady like that of a beast about to devour, fiery and with a hint of hurried breath.

Although Zhuang Wei looks tall and is not overweight, though he is a merchant, he cannot resist his lady being a person who judges by looks; he does training every day so that when old he remains a handsome uncle.

His figure is such that he looks slim in clothes and has flesh when undressed.

Although he doesn't know martial arts, dealing with a few people is still no problem.

No other man has ever made him feel a sense of crisis, yet on Yun Chu's person he repeatedly suffers setbacks; whether it's Yun Chu's male attire or female attire, each has its own points, and no matter which style, it catches his lady's eye!

Feng Xiangxiang suddenly felt something was off, turned her head to look at Zhuang Wei, "My lord, you have always been my husband."

Upon hearing his lady's words, Zhuang Wei's sense of crisis weakened somewhat, his heart felt more settled, but…

"Even if I were to take a fancy to the Regent's Consort, the Consort wouldn't look upon me."

Feng Xiangxiang's next words were like a dagger, straight into his heart.

It hurts!

There's still a hint of jealousy.

He came over and scooped up his lady at the waist, "Ah—" Feng Xiangxiang was suddenly lifted, giving her a fright.

Then she wrapped her arms around Zhuang Wei's neck, her head just lifted, and Zhuang Wei seized her chattering red lips.

"My lady, the night is already deep, such lovely scenery, you should think more of your husband."

The words had just fallen.

He immediately lowered his head again, seized her lips, watching as she slowly closed her eyes, that fully blushing, shy look—even after many years of marriage she still would be shy, still would flush crimson, utterly adorable.

"Mm—"

Feng Xiangxiang was placed on the wooden bed, the warm embrace still lingered, but the hard wooden planks gave a greater sense of security.

Her hands that had been clinging to her husband gradually loosened, then she embraced Zhuang Wei's waist.

Clatter clank, ding dong, hums and ahhs—this night, in the second branch, someone, out of jealousy, consumed his lady completely.

The other courtyards were all peaceful, the years tranquil and fine.

Those who had traveled a long way finally reached the bed, yet the feeling of riding in a jostling carriage still lingered.

Early the next morning, the twelve children, before dawn, each got up, first tidied their rooms, then each went to the courtyard and assumed a horse stance.

Their self-discipline made the early-rising Zhuang Wei unconsciously rub his own eyes.

This?

One, two, three…

They counted up to twelve, whether boys or girls, each lined up in a row, not by size but evidently by order of arrival.

He unconsciously glanced at the still dim sky—so early?

"You didn't rest well?" He even doubted whether his inn was inadequate, preventing the children from resting properly.

"Replying to Second Great-Grandfather, we rested well; we are just doing morning practice, it's become a habit, and we will wake when the time comes."

"Second Great-Grandfather doesn't need to look after us, I can't speak now—I've lost my breath and will have to start again shortly." Everyone else stayed silent; only Kang Wen finished speaking and then resignedly began again.

Zhuang Wei looked at this one, that one, then nodded silently; the children taught by Yun Chu were indeed good, this self-discipline is beyond ordinary people.

At such a young age, what fine disposition must one have to persist like this?

Moreover, there are no adults here, no one urging them; it's all their own self-motivated initiative.

After the morning practice finished, a few children needed no help; they themselves went to the small kitchen, boiled hot water, then carried it back to their rooms two persons per bucket, washed up, and then poured it out themselves.

Everything requires no outside interference; they can accomplish it all independently.

Zhuang Wei, who usually goes out for a stroll in the streets each day, today unusually did not leave the inn, silently observing these children; everyone's self-discipline was such that no one slacked off, and when someone couldn't lift something, they didn't need to speak—another little partner would come over to help.

It seems…

After long companionship, they have formed a habit, a tacit understanding, a feeling that others cannot intrude upon.

The twelve of them are more like a single whole.

For a moment, Zhuang Wei recalled his youth, when he also seemed to have two friends who, in his lowest times, mutually supported each other to get through; they have lost contact for many years—are those two old brothers still alright?

"Second Great-Grandfather, shall we have breakfast at the mansion or at the inn?"

Kang Wu slowly walked over, gazing at the dazed Second Great-Grandfather, and asked softly.

Second Master Zhuang came to his senses, "Just now the Zhuang Mansion sent a letter; your maternal grandmother told you to come to the Zhuang Mansion for a meal, but the inn here hasn't made any preparations."

"All packed up? Now go back to eat?"

"All packed up."

Twelve children, dressed in new clothes, no longer weary from yesterday's journey, today full of spirit, each boy and girl even more lively.

"There are a lot of us; let's take a walk over and, while we're at it, buy you something as I tell you about this small town—how does that sound?" Second Master Zhuang also became interested, clearly fond of these children.

Otherwise, he's someone with a very distinctive temperament; the fact that he's stayed away from the Zhuang Mansion for so many years shows he's as stubborn as a mule.

But now he's willing to stay with the children and to introduce them, which shows he's extremely fond of them.

Especially when he looks at Kang Nai Xin with her cold little face, his gaze always holds a bit more gentleness.