The Stunning Prime Minister

Chapter 52

"So it was you..." Hua Wuxin shuddered. It was actually this man, the person he feared most on the battlefield, standing before him. Bing Ning looked on in surprise. Although she knew Lin Lie was terrifying, she didn't think this man needed to be so feared. But Bing Ning didn't know what a demon Lin Lie was like on the battlefield. Cold-blooded, ruthless, and devoid of love.

—————————————————————————————————————— Waaah, I wanted to write 3,000 words to make up for it. But I took cold medicine today and my head is so dizzy... Please forgive me, everyone...

[Dynasty Storms: Talks]

The twelve people walked into a room. Hua Qianmo invited them in.

"Today we'll only talk about our friendship as classmates, not about the distinction between ruler and subject. Please, everyone, have a seat," Hua Qianmo said with a smile.

"Brother Hua, please speak." Shen Wuyue's eyes were fixed on Hua Qianmo, still holding the jade stone that Chen Zexie Shang had thrown at him. "Brother Hua, you didn't just put on this show for us, did you?" Although the words were addressed to Hua Qianmo, Feng Youhuang's eyes were fixed on Yu Zhou. Feng Youhuang looked much thinner than before, his crimson robe making him appear incomparably noble, and his coldness was even more palpable than before. His eyes held only an empty killing intent.

“Oh, Brother Feng really knows me well,” Hua Qianmo raised an eyebrow, his narrow eyes filled with a smile.

As always, Chen Zexie Shang only said half a sentence.

Hua Qianmo, now dressed as a woman, casually pulled up her skirt and grinned, saying, "Hehe, guess what I'm gonna do!" Her cheeky manner drew a barrage of stares from the crowd.

"Cuju" Yu Zhou now wants to go home. She can hardly stand the people in this house anymore; everyone looks at her when they talk, and then acts like nothing happened.

"Little bean, you're getting smarter and smarter!" Hua Qianmo's eyes lit up as she tried to pounce on Yu Zhou, but Yu Zhou dodged and sat down on a chair. Hua Qianmo missed her target and looked at Yu Zhou with a resentful expression.

"Little bean, someone fell down, why didn't you help them up?" Hua Qianmo scolded playfully.

"You won't die."

"Hahahaha," Ye Yan almost collapsed from laughter. Perhaps only Yu Zhou could handle Hua Qianmo's shamelessness. "Hmph, little brat, I am, after all, the ruler of a nation." Seeing that soft tactics weren't working, Hua Qianmo resorted to force. He stretched out his hand, wanting Yu Zhou to help him. He wanted Yu Zhou to support him, and also to take advantage of the situation.

"Who was it that just said we should only talk about friendship among classmates, without any distinction between ruler and subject?" Yu Zhou smiled faintly. This Hua Qianmo is always going back on her word; the little bean said he wouldn't call her that anymore, but he still keeps calling her that.

Hua Qianmo was speechless. She sheepishly patted her behind and stood up, giving Yu Zhou a "you're ruthless" look. Yu Zhou ignored her, pursed his lips, and didn't even glance at Hua Qianmo.

"The Cuju (ancient Chinese football) match was delayed three years ago. It should be resolved by now, right?" Zhan Ge nodded.

"Oh, so Brother Hua invited us here for this very reason!" Yelü Longxu raised an eyebrow and gave Yu Zhou a flirtatious wink.

"I didn't see anything," Yu Zhou thought to himself.

“That’s right, it’s been dragging on for three years, it should be resolved soon.” Hua Qianmo suddenly became serious.

“Alright, I have indeed waited three years,” Feng Youhuang said. Xiao Han remained stubbornly standing there, while Lei Li kept staring at Chen Zexie Shang. He seemed to have something to say, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

“Then let’s resume the unfinished match in three days,” said Shen Wuyue. Yu Zhou wasn’t worried; this matter seemed irrelevant to her. It was an agreement between the five nations. She wondered if Shen Wuyue would let someone as sickly as her go. That would be too embarrassing. Thinking about this made her happy. She could have a few days off and spend time with her family. But as Yu Zhou was lost in her daydream, Shen Wuyue coldly said, “I think Yu Zhou is quite interested as well.”

Could she say no? But he was her boss. Even the emperor had said she was interested; could she say no? Yu Zhou could only nod with a droopy face.

"I'll definitely give it my best, cough cough cough," Yu Zhou covered his mouth and coughed a few times. Her health is so poor, let's skip it.

Feng Youhuang hurriedly stood up, grabbed Yu Zhou's hand, and took his pulse, saying, "You don't take good care of yourself." Feng Youhuang was full of anger, but looked at Yu Zhou with worry in her eyes.

"What's wrong with him?" Hua Qianmo asked Feng Youhuang anxiously.

"You will definitely not live past 20," Feng Youhuang said coldly, looking at Yu Zhou. But her voice trembled as she spoke. It was fear; the heavy expression on her handsome face was heartbreaking. Her words stirred up a storm of emotions.

Yu Zhou pulled away from his own. He smiled slightly, "It's alright, there's always a way." His tone was indifferent and cold. But Xiao Han, who had been standing to the side, was like a raging lion. He grabbed Yu Zhou's shoulder and roared, "A way? Do you know that the Emperor's medical skills are the best in the world? If he says you won't live past 20, you absolutely won't survive. Yu Xuanyuan, don't take your life so lightly!"

When Xiao Han said those words, he knew he had lost his composure. What was even more ridiculous was that he was supposed to kill him anyway, so why was he so agitated when Xiao Han didn't seem to care about his own life?

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." Xiao Han dejectedly lowered his hand from Yu Zhou's shoulder and stepped aside. The air froze. No one could utter a word. Even Yu Zhou, who had been smiling, fell silent.

[Dynasty in Turmoil: War Has Begun]

"Zhou'er, this is black chicken soup that your mother made for you. It's very nourishing," Su Rongrong said, placing a bowl of soup in front of Yu Zhou. Old Mrs. Ning pushed the bowl of soup aside unhappily and said to Yu Zhou with a smile, "Zhou'er, don't listen to your mother. It's the thousand-year-old tortoise that's really nourishing."

"Hmph, don't believe your grandma, this is the best."

“Su Rongrong, I am Zhou’er’s grandmother.”

"I'm still Zhou'er's mother." Yu Zhou was caught in the middle, unsure of what to do. The two women were locked in a fierce battle, the tension palpable.

“I said…” Yu Qingqian said softly. But the two women immediately turned murderous and said in unison, “Go cool off somewhere else.”

Yu Qingqian knew it would turn out this way; with Yu Zhou's arrival, her status in the family had dropped. She pitifully lowered her head and ate her rice.

"Husband, what should we do?" Bingning crawled under the table in fear, because Old Madam Ning and Su Rongrong were smashing basins.

Yu Zhou rested his chin on his hand and continued eating as if nothing was wrong. Even when there were no plates left on the table, Yu Zhou continued to shovel rice into his mouth.

"Mother, don't blame your daughter-in-law for bullying the old lady." Su Rongrong picked up a chair next to her and threw it at Old Lady Ning with all her might. Old Lady Ning grinned ferociously and blocked the chair with her dragon-headed cane.

"Hmph, I'm more than capable of dealing with you." Old Madam Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as the two women were locked in a fierce battle, Bingning said worriedly, "Husband, aren't you going to try to stop them? And why is Father-in-law also..."

Yu Zhou put down her chopsticks and said, "You'll get used to it." Just yesterday, when Yu Zhou came back and was about to go to bed, they had an argument about what kind of blanket she wanted to use. Yu Zhou was already used to it.

"It happens often." Indeed, except that the fights used to be for Yu Qingqian, but this time the target was Yu Zhou.

"Father, deduct the cost of what they broke from their monthly allowance," Yu Zhou said. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, who were panting heavily from the fight, immediately put down their chairs and stools.

"Zhou'er!" the two women cried out.

Yu Zhou chuckled and said to the two women with long faces, "Okay, but shake hands and make peace immediately, and cut the bill in half." Although the two women disliked each other, they had no choice but to shake hands because of the monthly fee.

Yu Qingqian exclaimed in amazement, "Perhaps only Yu Zhou could handle these two women." A few simple words were enough to bring these two irreconcilable women together.

"Zhou'er, I heard you're going to have a Cuju (ancient Chinese football) match?" Yu Qingqian asked anxiously. He was worried about Yu Zhou's health; he even had trouble standing normally, let alone playing Cuju...

"Zhou'er, you can plead with the Emperor to not let you participate," Su Rongrong added. This daughter had different ideas and wanted to be different from others, but her health...

"Nonsense! Can one defy the king's decree?" Old Madam Ning rebuked angrily.