Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 315

"Master, what are you afraid of? How long can such a tiny hope sustain you after all these years?"

"What did they discover?"

Wei Zhen said defiantly, "There's nothing there." He was working himself to the bone, while the person in question was pretending to be crazy every day.

"Is she... is she alright?"

Before the words "She's dead—" could even be uttered, the seven fierce snakes rudely raised their long bodies.

Wei Zhen was so frightened that he immediately fell silent and said ingratiatingly, "Master, everything is negotiable. Let them go back; it will only hurt their relationship."

"explain."

Wei Zhen looked at the eye-catching man with a wronged expression and obediently said, "She's still alive."

--Crack-- The teacup in Sikong's hand shattered with a sound.

Wei Zhen glanced at the unlucky cup and felt a slight sense of relief; at least there was someone more unlucky than him. "As for those two children who are not the master's, I dare not make a judgment, but there is a 90% chance they should take the master's surname."

She is alive.

Yes—they're living a very comfortable life.

Qi Meng warned him, and Wei Zhen turned and ran. He didn't want to die young; running far away would definitely help him save his life...

...

"The way of a minister is to discern and listen... The way of a ruler is to listen attentively; a minister should convey the words of the ruler..."

Sikong looked out the window, his voice growing softer as he spoke: "...Looking after the people, the prosperity of the people and the country is a common saying, but so far the prosperity of the ruler and the country is a fact..." Would she like to see him?

"...When the people are not in turmoil, the government is good; when good officials are employed, they become ministers... Standing in the long corridor, I frequently look back; the ripples on the still pond sway the lotus leaves as I gaze intently, my soul is captivated. Dense leaves press down on the water, the flowers are dazzling and graceful. So beautiful! So beautiful! So beautiful!..."

The Grand Tutor was distracted, and even the servants below could tell that the Grand Tutor was not in good condition, but no one dared to remind him, and they sat even more obediently.

She's there, so why don't you see him? Do you hate him, or do you feel it's unnecessary?

"...Sparse mist and rain, lotus blossoms in white, I pity my own lonely shadow like a song. The fragrant breeze is faint, the drunken red blossoms are in full bloom. I'm afraid of startling..." So many years have passed, what should I say when I see you again?

"Grand Tutor!"

Sikong turned around.

Qianqian stared at him with her small eyes: "You're wrong, there's no poetry class today."

"Is that so?" Sikong didn't seem to care much. "I have a way of doing things: from great to small, from small to great, from great to weak, from weak to change... On the Double Ninth Festival, the north wind subsides as the sun warms, and on this auspicious day, we climb high to remember the Jade Pavilion..."

"Grand Tutor!"

Sikong snapped out of his daze and glanced at the shouting Qianqian: "Qianqian..." She was Yi's child, she was actually Yi's child, Yi was still a child, how come she's so grown up now.

Qianqian timidly stepped back, but she was pretending; she hadn't expected the Grand Tutor to call her.

"Qianqian..." What should he give her? The world, it seems unnecessary. Wealth, more isn't necessarily a good thing. Anle, is she content with mediocrity?

He has never raised children before. Would they be willing to go with him?

Qianqian moved to the door, ready to escape at any moment.

Sikong averted his gaze from her and continued the lesson: "I am deaf and mute, not wise, but my life is not in danger; I am loyal and upright, and thus I am noble..."

The strange Grand Tutor!

Holding Qianqian's hand, Aoao skipped home, saying, "Mommy said there will be delicious food when we get back."

"That's a lie. She can't cook. Her father said she can't. All she knows is how to eat."

"No—no, Mother knows how."

She's lying to you.

"No--!"

"I'm not going to talk to you, you're stupid."

"I'm not going to talk to you, you're stupid."

...

When they reached a secluded spot, Qianqian suddenly said, "The Grand Tutor looked at me strangely today. What do you think?"

Ao Ao chimed in, "Well, there's something even stranger: I saw Lord Su."

"What's so strange about that? He looks for his father every day." Qianqian said, puzzled.

"He smiled, he always smiles, he never used to smile." His smile was so sinister, no wonder his mother called him Yao Yao.

"Perhaps he suddenly discovered that life is wonderful."

"no."

"Why?" Qianqian was even more confused.

“His mother brought him into the bedroom, and he seemed to know his mother very well.”

“My mother’s old friend.”

"He hugged his mother."