Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home

But in this moment, he felt no obligation to concern himself with anything. He had reached his breaking point with the trio, and their dealings with the demon were of no concern to him. He could taunt them without restraint.

So what if they were infuriated? So what if Zhao Mu seethed with anger? Did he care?

Yet, the absence of his mother weighed heavily on him…

Ms. Qin was so humiliated that tears flowed freely from her eyes. She turned towards Zhao Mu, her voice trembling with emotion. “Master, I’ve dedicated countless years to your service and given birth to two of your sons. I’ve toiled tirelessly for you and the Zhao Family. Haven’t I earned some respect? I’m already a grandmother, and the shame is too much to bear!”

Zhao Mu furrowed his brows, agreeing with Ms. Qin. He had always been captivated by her beauty and grace, and he harbored no fondness for Zhao Shu. He shot an irked glance at Zhao Shu. “Enough, Third Brother, enough!”

Zhao Shu grinned. “So you see my point too? You may not consider this pressing, but I believe it’s a matter of utmost importance that demands thorough discussion!”

“After all, our family lacks clear hierarchy and rules. We risk being ridiculed and scorned by outsiders, and chaos may befall our family!”

“Grandmother, you say? You’re merely a concubine. Who do you think you are? No one addresses you as ‘grandma.’ When did you become my father’s stepmother?”

Ms. Qin’s body quivered, her lips quaking, and her face turned ashen.

She clenched her teeth to stifle her urge to scream. Inwardly, she seethed with curses, wishing she could tear Zhao Shu apart.

“Dad,” Zhao Shu smirked as he addressed Zhao Mu, “I’ve noticed you have several concubines, and you’re in the prime of your life. Yet, none of them have borne any children in recent years. It’s rather peculiar, don’t you think? Could it be that someone doesn’t want you to have more offspring? I suggest you investigate this matter!”

“What are you implying, Third Young Master?”

Ms. Qin let out a piercing scream.

She needlessly succumbed to panic.

Little did she realize that Zhao Shu’s intention was merely to rile her up, to stir trouble for his own amusement. He thrived on such provocations. This was not her first encounter with his selfish and malicious nature. She lacked foresight, driven solely by immediate gains, with no regard for the future.

Consequently, there was nothing she wouldn’t dare. She acted impulsively, pursuing her desires without restraint.

With two sons of her own, she refused to let any other woman bear more children.

As for the consequences of her actions, and what would happen if she were ever discovered, she had never contemplated these long-term implications.

But when Zhao Shu suddenly broached the topic, an unsettling feeling gripped her. She couldn’t quite grasp Zhao Shu’s intentions. After all, he had inherited a fair share of Ms. Zheng’s loyal attendants, making it not entirely implausible for him to unearth some hidden truths. Her anxiety caused a flicker of surprise to cross her face.

Zhao Mu, who hadn’t previously pondered these matters, found himself growing suspicious.

Zhao Ye shot a venomous glare at Zhao Shu and silently lamented that his mother must have been deeply shaken. Something must have transpired.

He reassured them, “Mom… no, Ms.Concubine, please don’t be distressed. I know the kind of people you are, and I trust in your character. There’s no need for sorrow.”