Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 1159: The Boss and His Wife

Zhulan’s ancestral worship day had arrived, and Zhou Shuren had taken leave, for the Zhou family was expected to attend. Rong Yushang held the highest seniority and presided over the ceremony, presenting a thick family tree.

Zhou Shuren’s eyes widened in shock; the authentic family tree was indeed in the hands of Rong Yushang. His fourth uncle had never mentioned this to him.

The rustic family tree recorded all the members of the Rong clan. Today, many people had come out of curiosity; even those who couldn’t come in person had sent representatives.

Prince Qi and several other princes had also come. Prince Qi remarked, "The family tree is very well-preserved. The Rong clan sure has many contingency plans, what a pity."

Prince Chu wasn’t sympathetic, "The Rong clan still has descendants alive, there’s nothing pitiable about that."

Those who should truly feel pitiable were the ones who failed to completely exterminate the Rong clan. Now, their enemies could not rest easy; lately, it had become difficult to spot members of the Yao family on the streets.

Prince Liang noticed the name changes; Shi Qing had changed his surname to Rong, adding En based on seniority, becoming Rong Enqing. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

And Shi Huai became Rong Yihuai, retaining his original given name.

Shi Qing’s son had completely changed his name to Rong Anxing.

Zhou Shuren watched as Yushang meticulously wrote each name with utmost solemnity, only smiling after the final stroke was complete.

But Yushang’s pen paused when he began to write next to Shi Qing’s wife, fell into silence momentarily, and ultimately did not add Yao Yao’s name to the family tree. He gathered the pen and the family tree, locking them back into the mechanical box.

Shi Qing, no, Rong Enqing was completely dumbstruck, his lips moved, but Rong Yihuai held back his son. This was a time to acknowledge and worship ancestors; Yao Yao was still his son’s wife. His great-uncle had not said much, showing his utmost tolerance.

There was a sizable crowd gathered to observe, and a commotion at this moment would not only be the family’s own embarrassment but also tomorrow’s gossip in the capital, spawning countless different tales.

Rong Yihuai had learned from his son about how he had become an inherited title holder and what he had gone through to achieve that standing. Hearing about the many steps his son had taken to reach this day, how he had gained the Emperor’s trust, and how he had wounded his offspring, Rong Yihuai’s heart chilled and his resentment dissipated.

He did not have his son’s fortune; the title was more a burden than an honor. Even without a title, he was still Mr. Hou’s biological father; who could afford to slight him?

Rong Enqing finally shut his mouth, staring straight at the large ancestral graveyard.

Yushang continued with the ceremony, step by step proceeding to worship the ancestors. The burning joss paper created flames that shot up as if trying to escape heavenward, despite the stillness of the air.

This startled everyone, and Zhou Shuren, understanding all too well how he had come to the ancient past, felt the hairs on his back stand on end.

The spectators burst into discussion.

One person said, "The aggrieved spirits of the Rong clan have always been here, how resentful they must be!"

"Good or evil, one eventually reaps what they sow. Look, the Rong clan still has offspring; they seek vengeance."

Zhou Shuren, listening to the discussions around him, silently thought about his own journey, which had involved seriously undermining the Zhang family and altering much of the Yao family. His gaze deepened as he looked at the ancestral graves, growing increasingly superstitious.

Yet Yushang was not afraid. The old man wept, weeping bitterly, shouting, "The Rong line has not ended; our descendants, our younger generation, have returned, we have come back."

The original Shi household, now the Rong family of three, did not have deep affections for the Rong clan, but the atmosphere was so moving that it seemed as if they could see their ancestors’ tragedy and they too began to cry.

Zhou Shuren, this grandson-in-law, was also teary-eyed, and as he added more joss paper, the fire blazed even higher. The flames seemed to narrate something, yet nothing at all, but soon, the leaping flames subsided, gently calming down.

Zhou Shuren, "...."

It wasn’t that he wanted to overthink, really!

Yu Dang noticed and patted Zhou Shuren’s shoulder very satisfied, counting one by one the things Zhou Shuren had done, oh, and the affairs of the Chang family.

Zhou Shuren felt utterly helpless. Uncle, there certainly are spies from the Chang and Yao families among today’s ceremonial attendees. You’ve really made him draw a lot more hatred; those piercing gaze, yet Zhou Shuren just smiled.

Come at me if you can, but you can’t, and it frustrates you to no end. You wish you could chop me up, but you’re powerless against me—this feeling is indeed exhilarating, and it makes them mad!

Once back in the capital, Zhou Shuren promptly went home. Oh no, it’s not that he was scared, but at this time, it was best to stay put at home.

Upon learning what had happened, Zhulan chuckled, "You, how old are you now?"

Zhou Shuren snorted, "I do hold grudges, and now it’s my turn to torture them."

Zhulan massaged her shoulder. The women didn’t go to the ancestral worship, so she stayed at home, looking through the menu for the upcoming feast, "Do you want to take a look?"

Zhou Shuren didn’t want to discuss the unusual happenings at the ancestor worship with his wife; it was enough that he was shaken, "Let me see, sixteen dishes, including famous cuisine from both the north and south, that will do."

Zhulan added, "Alright, then it’s settled."

Zhou Shuren lay there without a care, "I wonder if big brother has received the letter yet. He and his wife must be thrilled."

Zhulan, "They’re probably thrilled."

Zhou Shuren said solemnly, "That’s good, in the future, each of the brothers will have their own households to rely on."

Zhulan was stroking her husband’s head, her eyes full of Zhou Shuren. She liked Zhou Shuren more and more as he grew down-to-earth. Listening to Zhou Shuren detailing the family’s offspring, the couple exchanged words and attentiveness. Chang Zhong, who came looking for his parents, saw the scene and carefully backed away.

Chang Zhong previously didn’t understand what it meant to have a wife, but now he did. He realized seeking a wife like his mother was difficult; with a sigh, he acknowledged her example was so formidable that his own standards had risen too high.

Eldest brother Zhou also received the catching-up letter, reading it inside the carriage when he bumped his head and let out a pained cry, clutching at his head. Lady Li looked at her husband, at a loss for words, "What are you reading that’s got you so riled up? Always so reckless, I swear both Ming Teng and Ming Jung take after you."

Eldest brother Zhou glared, "Ming Teng maybe, but you really don’t see how much Ming Jung resembles you?"

Lady Li felt guilty as she quickly snatched the letter. Then the same episode, the same scenario played out once more, with Lady Li in tears from the pain.

Eldest brother Zhou, no longer feeling the pain, started laughing foolishly, waiting to see his wife’s mishap, and when it came, he laughed heartily, his schadenfreude plain to see, "I think Ming Teng takes after you too."

Lady Li pointed her plump finger, "You did that on purpose."

This vexatious man, deliberately watching her fail, and it really hurt her.

Eldest brother Zhou chuckled, "You truly are my dear wife, just look how similar we are?"

Lady Li didn’t feel consoled at all, only wanted to bite the head of the family, "You just wait, wait until we stay over in the county town."

Eldest brother Zhou didn’t dare to provoke his angry wife any further, as she was serious when upset, "Stop fussing, your father is an Earl now."

That’s what he was focused on.

Lady Li’s focus was on becoming relatives with the royal family, the couple’s points of interest differed.