After dinner, Zhulan had already seen the New Year's gift list written by the two maids, and these two were clever, having brought out last year's list for reference.
Zhou Shuren took the list from behind Zhulan, "It's getting late, rest now!"
Zhulan, "....No, I don't want to sleep."
It was true—since the child in her belly was over four months along, she hadn't been able to sleep as well as before.
Zhou Shuren put the list away, "You don't need to look at it anymore, don't you trust the two girls you trained?"
Zhulan had already glanced over the list and found nothing to worry about. "Fine, fine, I won't look anymore. Actually, there's something I want to discuss with you."
Zhou Shuren brought over the candle, "Go ahead."
"Look, as the New Year's approaching, Lady Zhao's belly is growing again, and the constant travel isn't good for the child. I'm thinking about letting them go back after the New Year. I'm concerned about the child, not the couple."
