Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 162 - : The Lucky Farmer is at Ease, While the Husband with No Heirs is Busy Pursuing His Wife 22

Chapter 162 -162: The Lucky Farmer is at Ease, While the Husband with No Heirs is Busy Pursuing His Wife 22

“The adults at home are not in, could you two please wait a moment?” Su Zheyue put on a rather grown-up act, though he was merely three and a half years old and not at all shy, he then instructed the butler, “Uncle Butler, please serve some tea quickly.”

The butler, looking at these two, felt quite apprehensive, always feeling that these uninvited guests were not simple, but, seeing as the young master was only three years old and yet had such a grand demeanor, their madam had truly done well in teaching.

“Brother,” Zhezhi followed by Zheyue’s side, stretching out her little hand to tug at his sleeve, “who are they?”

Su Zheyue shook his head slightly, indicating that he did not know either, but then his gaze fell on the belt of the man at the head, from which hung a jade pendant, with dragons soaring through clouds, looking very extraordinary, together with the two adults’ remarkable aura, it was all quite telling.

Having grown up with Su Zhiruan and various senior members of the Su Family who traveled all over, he naturally could discern the clues.

“You suddenly have uninvited guests in the house, aren’t you afraid they are bad people?” The middle-aged man stood up, looking at the two delicate children, his heart could not stop admiring, “If it were inviting wolves into the sheep’s pen, wouldn’t it endanger yourselves?”

“You jest,” Zheyue, holding his sister’s hand, spoke without inferiority or haughtiness to the man before them, “Dressed so finely and with such demeanor, you and this lady must be here to discuss business with our mother.”

After he said this, the middle-aged woman behind also smiled, she stood up, and stood beside the man, and could not help but sigh, “This child truly deserves to be Huaichu’s descendant, he looks exactly the same, and even his way of speaking and conducting himself is nearly identical to Huaichu back then.”

Hearing the Empress say this, the Emperor also laughed, he observed the siblings, who looked very similar and both very beautiful, and at just three years old, their logic and speech were impeccable, he praised, “Your mother has taught you well.”

“We are your grandparents,” the Emperor said with a smile as he patted Zheyue’s hair, a ruler of a nation, yet he voluntarily crouched down, earnestly looking at the two children, “Would you like to be the Princely Heir and the Commandery Princess?”

Zhezhi clung tightly to her brother, her round eyes looking at the kindly old man before her, “Grandma and Grandpa? Are you Daddy’s father and mother?”

She awkwardly uttered this line, causing both the Emperor and Empress to laugh, the Empress looking at such a delicate little girl, especially when she looked over with wide, innocent eyes, felt her entire heart melting.

“We are indeed your daddy’s parents, tell us whatever you want, Grandpa and Grandma,” the Empress rubbed Zhezhi’s little hand, the sweet little sticky rice ball that was hiding behind her brother just now, now tentatively stuffed her little hand into the Empress’s hand, the Empress, a woman past fifty, suddenly felt sweet creamy bubbles flying out of her heart.

As the Emperor grew older, his desire to hold grandchildren became stronger and stronger, he had always thought about arranging a marriage for Fu Huaichu with a young lady from a prominent family, all of which he had refused, originally thinking that his hope to hold his imperial grandson was lost, preparing to go down to Jiangnan with the Empress for some rest, but unexpectedly Fu Huaichu gave them an enormous surprise—their grandchildren were already three years old, even boy and girl twins, well-behaved and sensible, and particularly adorable.

The news of this reached the Emperor and the Empress, and they could not sit still, hastening their journey on horseback just to see their grandchildren sooner.

On the way, both the Emperor and Empress had heard about two prodigies in the Su Family of Jiangnan Prefecture, both at the age of three, one learning martial arts and culture, the other managing accounts from a young age, showing exceptional talent in mathematics.

And truly seeing these two children—brother Zheyue was methodical, a perfect host, his sister Zhezhi soft and adorable, sticking to her brother, and carrying two ledgers with her at all times.

It appears the rumors are true, everyone knows the Su Family has produced two prodigies, yet no one knows these prodigies are of Imperial bloodline, should be known as the Imperial Grandson and Granddaughter.

After having seen the two children, the Empress couldn’t help but wonder who this Su Zhiruan really was, considering she had raised such exceptional children. She spoke with a smile brimming in her eyes, “What kind of person is your mother?”

The Emperor was also intrigued. He had the Hidden Guard investigate Su Zhiruan, and after seeing all that she had done, even he, the powerful ruler of a nation, couldn’t help but lament that she was an extraordinary woman. In business, she commanded respect and obedience from her subordinates, established unheard of structures to manage each shop and shopkeeper, and within a short period, she quickly expanded and grew, making her followers and herself wealthy.

“Mom is very, very, very good,” Zhezhi counted on her fingers, repeating “very good” three times. She looked up, her eyes sparkling, “Mom is gentle and beautiful. We all love her.”

Zheye smiled at his sister and then nodded, indicating that he agreed, “Mom should be coming back soon.”

As soon as his words fell, they heard the butler outside exclaim joyously, “Madam is back!”

Zheye and Zhezhi, the two little ones, immediately turned around, and when they saw it was indeed Su Zhiruan, they hurriedly rushed toward her.

“Mom!!”

“Mom!!”

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The two childlike voices cried out simultaneously. Su Zhiruan squatted down, opened her arms, and the two little “milk buns” swiftly flew into her embrace like swallows returning to their nest, then affectionately rubbed against her clothing.

“Mom brought some delicious treats. Ask the maid to share them with you.” She took the packaged pastries from the maid’s hand, gave one bag to each child, and another bag remained in the maid’s hand, who then went on to distribute the treats to the children.

After she stood up, the first people she saw were the two elderly figures standing in the hall.

Almost instantly, she identified them as the most revered two people throughout the Wang Dynasty.

“This humble subject greets the Emperor, greets the Empress,” Su Zhiruan bowed deeply.

The Empress, having never met Su Zhiruan before, had heard a lot about her. Assuming that a woman who single-handedly raised children while bustling about with her business must look haggard, she and the Emperor exchanged glances, clearly sharing the same thought.

But reality was starkly different, Su Zhiruan had two children, yet she was still very beautiful, at first glance even seeming like a young maiden yet to be married, appealing in both looks and complexion, her hair all done up with golden hairpins, the hairstyle was the Spiritual Snake Bun, looking full of vitality, especially her pair of eyes, which were as serene as autumn waters.

The Empress had only two sons, one was Crown Prince Fu Huaichu and the other was Third Prince Fu Huaizhong. She had always wanted a sweet little daughter by her side to dote on, to groom her in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but it sadly hadn’t happened.

Upon seeing Su Zhiruan now, the Empress liked her from the first glance, immediately offering a virtual hand, smiling and responding, “Please stand up, we are all family here. Let’s sit and have a chat.”

Su Zhiruan stood up, instructed the butler to brew a fresh pot of tea, and served the pastries she had brought back.