Peasant Woman's Decreed Life as a Wife

Chapter 1505: Chapter 1502: Sending Message

“Indeed, but now everything has become empty.”

The bailiff’s mocking words echoed in the corner of the prison.

Yet they didn’t notice a figure appeared before Duke Zheng’s cell, and a bun rolled inside.

The body of Duke Zheng, who was sitting motionless in the cell, finally moved. He reached out, tore the bun open, and saw the note inside. After reading it, a hint of madness seemed to flash in his old eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

Liu Yanzhen ate the bun and the paper together, chewing continuously as if he had encountered something delicious.

As if he wanted to remember this taste.

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Chu family residence.

Ye Muyu was making pastries with Chu Ziluo and Nuanbao. A stove was burning in the kitchen, making the whole room warm enough without needing a heater, just an autumn jacket would do.

The pastries Ye Muyu made were to be gifted to nearby friendly residences before the year-end.

She was at leisure, so she suggested making them together.

By the way, she also taught Aunty Hu and other kitchen maids.

Though Nuanbao was young, he was in high spirits. He was no longer just a baby who only ate, drank, and slept. Now he was kneading dough alongside them. Despite his young age, Nuanbao had considerable strength, simply because he didn’t know how to control his strength.

This was common when children were young.

You could see the white dough being mixed with various colors, and the colors instantly became vibrant. His pair of jet-black rounded eyes stared at the dough, seemingly puzzled at why it changed color.

He didn’t even notice the bit of flour on his nose.

Ye Muyu found it amusing, reached out to poke his face, teasing, “Nuanbao has turned into a little kitten, can you help mother catch mice?”

Nuanbao first looked at her, then after a while, giggled foolishly, with some shyness, so adorable that one couldn’t resist touching his clean, egg-shell-like face.

Ye Muyu thought so and did just that, tapping his cheek, unable to hold back a laugh, “You little rascal, making people adore you at such a young age. Who knows what you’ll be like when you grow up.”

Chu Ziluo laughed beside him, eyes curved into crescents: “Mother, brother is still little, that’s why he’s cute. When he grows up, he’ll surely become a gentleman like father.”

“Your father is a gentleman?” Ye Muyu’s expression was peculiar, recalling how he often asked her what the way of a gentleman or a villain was, without a trace of reverence in his words, indicating that his nature wasn’t purely good, and matters like court officials dying against columns in protest surely had nothing to do with Chu Heng.

Chu Ziluo seemed puzzled why she asked, “Mother, I think father is a gentleman, a good official.”

“Oh? How do you explain a good official?” Ye Muyu followed her words, slightly amused.

Chu Ziluo tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said seriously, “A good official is one whose heart is with the people.”

“What if a good official can’t even support their own life? How can they care about the people then?” Ye Muyu countered.

Chu Ziluo pondered, her dough kneading slowing down, thought for a moment, and replied, “Mother, are you saying that some good officials don’t want to help the people, but lack the ability to do so?”

“I just think everyone is human, enduring hardship and toil for a while might be sustainable for most, but continuously enduring hardship and toil is hard to maintain.”

“The water being too pure results in no fish, why is that? Simply because there’s no aquatic plants in the water, fish naturally can’t survive. As for murkiness, isn’t that just another kind of prosperity?”

As they spoke.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

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