It is important for a person to be self-aware, and Mrs. Zhuang knew that if she did not regress, she might be under pressure from the imperial power.
Yu Zheng's words were a reminder and a warning.
After thinking about it over and over, Mrs. Zhuang ordered out: "Come, there are many people in the house today, please ask the kitchen to add two more dishes."
"Yes." The servant followed the order.
Jiang Shu and others heaved a sigh of relief when they heard this.
Mrs. Zhuang was staying with Zhou Boxu for dinner, so she agreed in disguise.
"Thank you, Madam." Zhou Boxu stood up and bowed deeply to express his gratitude.
Yu Lan's eyes were red, and she choked with sobs: "Thank you, mother."
Mrs. Zhuang sighed sadly, looked at Zhuang Yun and said sadly: "I have nothing else to ask for, as long as you treat Yun'er well."
Zhuang Yun is the hope of the banker and the only force that supports her to survive.
"Junior will never break his promise." Zhou Boxu solemnly promised again.
Mrs. Zhuang looked at the majestic Zhou Boxu, thinking about the harm done to him by the dealer ten years ago, and thinking about the promise he made today, she finally felt a little guilty in her heart.
Upon closer inspection, Zhou Boxu did not owe the banker, but the banker owed him. But it is rare for him to be generous and willing to accept Zhuang Yun regardless of past grudges.
One cannot look back on the past, one must always look forward. Instead of worrying about it every day, it is better to let it go and achieve it.
As soon as the hurdle in her heart passed, Mrs. Zhuang suddenly felt relieved.
The clouds in the sky dispersed, and the golden warm sun shone onto the earth, melting the cold snow that had accumulated for several days.
During lunch, it was the first time that so many people were sitting at the banker's dining table, and it was the first time that the Chinese New Year was so lively.
Seeing Zhou Boxu serving Zhuang Yun with vegetables and soup, Mrs. Zhuang couldn't help but burst into tears.
Zhuang Yun lost his biological father before he was born. Perhaps this was God's compensation for him.
After the meal, Zhou Boxu stood up and said goodbye without staying long.
Although Mrs. Zhuang agreed to what happened today, she was in the banker's house after all. It was inconvenient to have to worry about Mrs. Zhuang's feelings in everything she said or did.
Before leaving, Zhou Boxu took a deep look at Yu Lan.
Knowing that the two of them must have a lot to say, but no good opportunity, Jiang Shu said: "Tomorrow there will be a New Year's banquet at the palace, and my sister will bring Yun'er to come early."
Yu Lan was startled and then responded: "Okay."
Mrs. Zhuang listened to their words and felt like she was in a mirror.
She knew that Yu Lan's days at the banker were numbered.
Yu Zheng, Jiang Shu and Zhou Boxu left together. Before getting on the carriage, Zhou Boxu raised his hands to the two of them: "Thank you very much."
Yu Zheng raised his dark eyebrows lightly: "Remember to bring the New Year gift tomorrow."
Zhou Boxu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Okay, I will definitely give you a backup gift."
Yu Zheng had done a lot to convince Mrs. Zhuang today, so he deserves to be thanked with generous gifts.
On the way back, Zhou Bexu felt relaxed all over and had an uncontrollable smile on his lips.
"Young Master is back." Returning to the Zhou Mansion, the concierge's servants were surprised to see Zhou Boxu in high spirits.
"Yes." Zhou Boxu responded and walked briskly into the house.
The servant looked at Zhou Boxu's back and scratched his head in confusion: "It's really strange that the young master actually accepted my request today."
Because it was the Chinese New Year, many relatives came to the Zhou family, and they were all gathering in the hall to drink tea and chat.
"Hey, Bo Xu is back."
"Uncle, aunt..." Zhou Boxu asked politely one by one.
Zhou's mother looked puzzled and said, "I'm not at home to accompany guests during the Chinese New Year. What are you busy with?"
Zhou's mother, who was dressed neatly in Yongzhuang, spoke in a voice that sounded like a broken gong.
Although she wore a stand-up collared dress to cover it up, if you look closely, you can still vaguely see the scars on her neck.
It was left behind when Zhou Boxu asked for an order to go to the southwest, but Zhou's mother died to prevent him from doing so.
Back then, Zhou Boxu was determined to go on an expedition, and Zhou's mother was also determined to seek death. She did not hesitate when the dagger cut her throat.
Although emergency rescue efforts saved her life, the knife cut her throat too deeply. It took Zhou's mother about half a year to speak again, but her previously graceful voice turned into a broken gong.
From then on, Zhou's mother lived in seclusion and rarely saw visitors except relatives at home.
Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Poxu pursed his lips and said, "I went to the banker."
"What!" Zhou's mother slapped the table angrily, unable to believe her ears.
Taifu Zhou and all his relatives were also shocked, wondering why Zhou Boxu was visiting the banker during the Chinese New Year.
"What are you doing at the banker?" In the end, it was Taifu Zhou who asked.
Zhou Boxu said truthfully: "I want to marry you."
"It's been ten years and you still haven't given up!" Mother Zhou was furious, clutching her chest with a heavy look on her face.
Zhou Boxu looked directly at Zhou's mother and said stubbornly: "My son will never give up in his life."
"Alas!" Master Zhou shook his head helplessly and sighed.
Before Zhou Boxu came back, Zhou's mother told her relatives that she must marry Zhou Boxu to a lady this year.
Relatives even planned to recommend candidates, waiting for Zhou Boxu to come back to choose.
But Zhou Boxu told them that he went to the banker's house to ask for Yu Lan's hand in marriage.
The events of that year were aroused, and everyone in the Beijing aristocracy and relatives at home knew about it.
Over the years, Zhou Boxu worked hard and made progress, holding a high position, and never mentioned Yu Lan again. Everyone thought that he was recovering from his injuries and forgetting about it, but they never thought that his obsession had never changed.
He still wants to marry Yu Lan.
"Do you have to force me to death?" Mother Zhou beat her chest in pain.
It's not that she doesn't like Yu Lan, on the contrary, she once loved Yu Lan and wanted Yu Lan to be the Zhou family's daughter-in-law.
It's just that the incident back then was too big, and the Zhou family had already been disgraced and despised by others. Now if she asks to marry Yu Lan again, she will definitely make people laugh again.
And the most important thing is that Zhou's mother cannot face Yu Lan calmly because of the thorn in the past.
"Does the mother insist on forcing her son to death?" Zhou Poxu suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and pointed the sharp tip at his heart.
"Okay, okay, very good! Now you have learned to threaten death!" Mother Zhou was furious, gnashing her teeth and gasping for breath.
Seeing that Mrs. Zhou remained silent, Mrs. Zhou vented her anger and said, "Look at the good son you taught him. He even threatened his parents with a knife for the sake of a woman. He is really very filial."
Taifu Zhou frowned, looked at Zhou Bexu with serious eyes, and reprimanded in a deep voice: "Boxu, put down the knife, and say what you have to say."
Zhou Boxu said calmly and calmly: "The body, hair, and skin that you have suffered from your parents should be returned to your parents. If my mother still threatens her with her life today as she did then, then my son will die before his mother and return this body to his mother."
Zhou Bo's preface implies that he learned this from Zhou's mother. He was pointing the dagger at himself now to prevent Mother Zhou from repeating her old tricks again.
Mother Zhou's face turned blue and red from anger, and she stared at Zhou Boxu angrily, speechless.
Relatives around him advised: "Bo Xu, put down the knife first. You are gouging out your mother's heart."
"Sister, please calm down and tell Bo Xu if you have anything to say."
"Yes, let's be honest. During the Chinese New Year, it is unlucky to go under the knife and see blood."
However, despite everyone's earnest persuasion for a long time, Zhou Poxu's hand holding the dagger did not move at all.
"Are you determined not to marry someone who is not a princess?" Taifu Zhou asked with a serious look on his face.
Zhou Poxu said firmly: "Yes, the only princess in my son's heart is the princess. If he can't fulfill his wish in this life, then he will never marry again."
