Zhou Shuren returned home, and although his wife had sent another letter saying their son didn't say anything and wasn't scared, he still felt apprehensive and asked carefully again before he felt relieved, proudly saying, "Indeed, he is our son, well said despite his young age."
Zhulan passed him his usual clothes, "Don't be so proud, hurry up and change, everyone is waiting for you to eat!"
Zhou Shuren's hands, which were removing his official robe, suddenly paused; he cursed jokingly, "This darn boy, I was wondering why he ran off after just a few words; he must have been afraid that I'd ask about his reward silver."
Zhulan rolled her eyes, "You just realized?"
Zhou Shuren grunted, "How much did the Emperor reward him?"
Zhulan spread her hands, "Your son half opened his own purse and then quickly closed it back up; he ran off while I was still in a daze, so I don't know either."
Zhou Shuren, "…Who did this boy take after?"
