Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home - Chapter 1251

Chapter 1251: Himself

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But awareness was one thing, and whether they could emotionally accept it was another matter.

She felt so unconvinced and wronged, especially after enjoying the power and authority as the mistress of the family for years; she couldn’t simply relinquish it like this.

Ms. Qin’s heart was in turmoil. A sharp glint flashed across her downcast eyes, and she shivered with a cold feeling deep within her.

She couldn’t even bring herself to remember the 100,000 mulberry fields at this moment.

If another woman from the family were to enter the mansion and give birth to a legitimate son, what would become of her and her son? How much would they receive? Not even the 100,000 mulberry fields would remain in their possession!

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Having firmly made up his mind, Zhao Mu addressed Zhao Shu coldly, “Let’s not digress. I’m asking about the mulberry fields. Provide a clear explanation!”

Ms. Qin and Zhao Ye exchanged a fearful glance, their hearts sinking further as they felt an increasing sense of threat.

Zhao Shu’s impoliteness towards Ms. Qin didn’t elicit any reprimand from Zhao Mu; he simply passed along the message. It became evident that Ms. Qin held no significance to him.

If this was how Zhao Mu treated Ms. Qin, what chance did Zhao Ye and Zhao Zhai stand? It was apparent that Zhao Mu’s primary concern was his own interests.

With a smile on his face, Zhao Shu was about to respond when the housekeeper hurriedly entered and bowed, “Old Master, Madame Shao is here looking for you.”

Zhao Muhuo sneered. “They dare to come? Let them in!”

It was Sun Qian.

Coincidentally, Zhao Zhai returned and entered the room alongside Sun Qian. As he started to berate her, Sun Qian shot him a cold glare, rendering him silent out of fear.

When Zhao Zhai realized that Sun Qian was still maintaining his arrogance within his home, his annoyance grew even more pronounced, and he began to utter curses once again.

Sun Qian, however, showed no regard for formalities. With a nonchalant flick of his foot, a small stone struck Zhao Zhai’s ankle. In response, Zhao Zhai let out a piercing scream, collapsing to the ground in agony, clutching his leg. Sun Qian smirked silently and sauntered past him.

Upon encountering Zhao Mu, Sun Qian swiftly conveyed his intention: he was here for money.

The official had granted compensation of 10,000 liang and issued an official apology in court. Zhao Zhai had already offered apologies on behalf of the Zhao Family, and he had come now to collect the money.

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Upon hearing Zhao Zhai apologizing on behalf of the Zhao Family, Zhao Mu’s anger surged even further. He shot a disdainful glare at Ms. Qin, seemingly blaming her for her son’s actions.

Ms. Qin bit her lip, silently pleading not to be held solely responsible. After all, she wasn’t the only one who had raised him.

Before Sun Qian could finish his demand, Zhao Ye interjected with a reminder that in court the previous day, he had pledged to compensate with 100,000 liang if he were caught lying. Therefore, the Zhao Family should now provide 110,000 liang.

This declaration further fueled Zhao Mu’s fury, and he cast a cold, questioning look at Zhao Ye, who found himself unable to explain. He hadn’t anticipated this turn of events.

However, the real question was: what was the official’s motive? If he intended to penalize Zhao Shu, he could have quickly retrieved the contract, even with Zhao Shu’s return. But there was an inexplicable twist to the situation that left Zhao Ye baffled.

Reluctantly, Zhao Ye couldn’t deny the truth presented in court, especially with Sun Qian’s behavior as evidence. Thus, he averted his father’s gaze.

Suppressing his anger, Zhao Mu pressed on, “Mr. Sun, about the matter of the mulberry fields…”

“Give me the money first; I’m here for the money!”

“As for the 100,000 mulberry fields…”

“Old Master Zhao, you’re the wealthiest man in Yangzhou; surely you can provide 110,000 liang, can’t you?”

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