Zhou Shuren stretched his body, feeling much more comfortable, and took Zhulan's hand. "You've worked hard."
Massaging is laborious work.
Zhulan, "Mine is nothing, you're the one who's had a tough day. Let's go, the children are all waiting!"
"Mm."
At the dining table, Chang Lian and Rongchuan were chatting; both of them worked at the Hanlin Academy. It was inconvenient to talk much during the day, so they made up for it now that they were home without reservation.
When Zhou Shuren sat down, the two stopped their conversation. Seeing that his father looked in good spirits, Chang Lian said, "Father, we've prepared all your favorite dishes today."
Zhou Shuren looked at his daughter-in-law; it must have been her arrangement. "Yes, let's eat."
Chang Lian really wanted to ask his father what the Emperor had discussed with him after spending nearly a full day in the Palace. He was excited and curious, itching to know, but his father would not tell him.
