The young servant said, "No wonder the eldest son wants to beat you up."
Being frugal by nature, the second son tolerated the pain for Miss Yu Die, which greatly irritated the eldest son and made his teeth itch with anger.
The completion of the autumn harvest alleviated Zhou Shuren's pressure on food and fodder, but the reduction in grain production also caused the Emperor's face to be full of worries.
As autumn rains came and went, the weather cooled significantly.
In the evening, Zhulan curled up in her quilt and said, "My elder brother wrote that everything is fine, his only regret being that Wu Chun and Wu He didn't get to kill any enemies."
Zhou Shuren's hand-rubbing gesture paused, "The Yang family will not advance any further in the Northwest; this defense has already said it all—not just because of me, but also due to Yang Wen's influence in the Navy."
