On the carriage ride back to the capital from Zhangzhou Province, the Crown Prince stared at a box, "What did the Grand Master of Writing buy?"
Someone was sent out to purchase something early in the morning. The box wasn't very large, but it was still quite noticeable.
Zhou Shuren touched the box, "A gift."
Over the years, he had always been on the receiving end of gifts. It was frustrating, to say the least. Finally, he could exhale in satisfaction. The Retired Emperor especially had a tough time this winter; the thought alone brought joy.
The Crown Prince didn't press further since it was a gift for Lady Zhou. Everyone knew how much Master Zhou valued his wife.
The Crown Prince thought of Lady Yang with a complex look in his eyes. He would never underestimate women. Whether it was the Emperor or his grandfather, both had taught him from a young age not to belittle women, for when women become ruthless, they can be more insane than men.
