Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot
Chapter 449 - 402: Revealing the Imperial List_2

Chapter 449: Chapter 402: Revealing the Imperial List_2

At least Princess Wanping won’t be dragged down by his bad luck.

"Hey, Snake, you didn’t get dragged down by my bad luck today either—"

Before the word "luck" was finished, the well suddenly collapsed with a loud rumble, and Si Snake, who was pulling Ji Li up, fell in expressionlessly—

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Yu Family.

Meng Qianqian met Madam Yu.

Yesterday, when Meng Qianqian saw Yu Father, she thought Yu Zichuan resembled him quite a lot. But after seeing Madam Yu today, she realized Yu Zichuan resembled her the most.

No wonder Yu Zichuan is so exceptionally handsome for his age—Madam Yu is also quite a rare beauty.

Her gaze is clean and bright, without a trace of weariness or the harshness of time. Despite being married for many years, she still radiates the lively charm she had before her wedding.

This is what it looks like to marry the right person.

Madam Yu pulled Meng Qianqian’s hand and sat her down in a chair, then turned her head to playfully scold Yu Zichuan: "Son, you brought a guest home, and yet you didn’t wake me up?"

Yu Zichuan responded with resentment: "Father wouldn’t let me. He even kicked me out of my own room."

Madam Yu glared at Yu Father standing at the door: "That was wrong of you."

"Yes, yes, I admit my fault!"

Yu Father stood outside, bowing in apology.

Madam Yu forgave him, then said to her son, "Don’t blame your father—you really are quite noisy."

Yu Zichuan took a deep breath: He truly feels like an unwelcome accident.

Meng Qianqian had accumulated considerable experience interacting with ladies during her time in the Capital City. She possessed a composure and conversational finesse beyond her years, and Madam Yu took an instant liking to her.

When Madam Yu learned that she was one of the renowned Twelve Guards, her admiration for Meng Qianqian deepened.

"Lady Lu, Little Zichuan must’ve caused quite a bit of trouble for you. This child—who knows who he takes after—neither his father nor I are stubborn people."

Meng Qianqian responded with a polite smile, "Aunt Yu, if you don’t mind, you can call me Little Nine."

Madam Yu laughed, "Then I’ll call you that!"

"Mm."

Meng Qianqian nodded and started sharing amusing stories about Yu Zichuan’s life in the Capital City.

In truth, she had only known Yu Zichuan for a little over a year. Many of the stories she recounted were ones Lu Yuan had told her, like how Yu Zichuan loved eating Osmanthus Cake from Zhou’s Shop, or how he followed a group of Jinyi Guards practicing archery, or how he insisted on washing himself three times whenever he bathed.

The first time someone tried to scrub his back, Yu Zichuan refused to let anyone touch him. Lu Yuan stepped in to help him, but Yu Zichuan ended up being picky about it.

Madam Yu, upon hearing all this, knew her son’s years at the Governor Mansion weren’t unpleasant.

If they were bad, he wouldn’t be so unwilling to return every year.

He’s grown taller too. Once frail and sickly, now he’s a spirited young man in elegant robes.

Suddenly, Madam Yu became teary-eyed.

Meng Qianqian quickly grasped her wrist, "Aunt Yu, what’s wrong? Did I say too much just now?"

Madam Yu choked up, "No... I just feel like crying... Ever since I got pregnant... I cry every day... Don’t mind me..."

...

An hour later, Meng Qianqian stepped out of Madam Yu’s room.

While the two women had been having their heart-to-heart, Yu Zichuan and his father had left.

His father went to greet the guests, while Yu Zichuan sat outside polishing his bow.

Yu Zichuan lifted his eyes and walked toward Meng Qianqian, "You talked to my mother for that long?"

His mother hadn’t talked to him for nearly as long.

Meng Qianqian smiled, "Your mother cares deeply about you. She just wanted to know how you’ve been doing in the Capital City."

"Oh."

Yu Zichuan seemed unsurprised by his mother’s inquiry. Nor did he appear concerned that Meng Qianqian might say anything to give her undue worry.

Perhaps this was a silent trust and understanding between them.

"How is my mother?"

He asked, "I heard pregnancies at her age can be very challenging."

Meng Qianqian replied, "It can be difficult, yes. But fortunately Aunt Yu’s pulse is very steady. It’s been three months now."

Yu Zichuan asked, "How big is three months?"

Meng Qianqian held up her thumb and index finger to show: "About this big."

Yu Zichuan stared, wide-eyed, "That small?"

Meng Qianqian was amused by his expression of shock.

She couldn’t help but think of Lady Wang back in the Capital City. Lady Wang should have given birth by now—she hoped both mother and child were doing well.

"By the way, where’s Lu Yuan?"

She asked.

Yu Zichuan gestured behind him, "Talking with my father. Chen Long just left as well—no idea what he went off to do."

Meng Qianqian thought for a moment and said, "It’s fine. Since we’ve made the plan, he’ll stick to it."

She guessed her older brother had likely gone to gather information about the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

When the two stepped into the hall, Yu Father was sighing deeply, looking like he’d hit a wall in his thoughts—whatever it was, the two of them had no clue.

Meng Qianqian threw an inquisitive glance at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan gestured for her to sit down.

"Father, what are you doing?"

Yu Zichuan asked.

"Ah, Little Nine, you’re here."

Yu Father greeted Meng Qianqian and invited her to sit.

Yu Zichuan, ignored by his own father: "..."

"Do you need someone to wait on you in your own home?"

Lu Yuan nudged a stool toward him with one foot.

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