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Chapter 231 Fierce Ghost

The sky had already darkened, and the inky black sky was dotted with stars, their brightness almost blinding.

The moon happened to hang on the osmanthus branch, shaped like a jade plate.

Since it's a moon-viewing banquet, it should naturally be eaten in the courtyard. How wonderful it would be to enjoy the moon while dining!

Everyone arrived at Ninghui Hall, where Wen Jiayue had already made arrangements, with a meal laid out on the round table.

Shen Fuhan invited his grandmother to take the seat, and the younger generation then took their seats in order.

The old lady looked at the people on the table and said with dissatisfaction, "Our household is not prosperous enough. We will try to add three more people next year."

Shen Funian asked, puzzled, "No matter how many you add, you can't add three, can you?"

"It's none of your business," the old lady said, pursing her lips. "Why are you meddling in this?"

Shen Funian immediately replied, "Since I shouldn't have joined in the fun today, why didn't Grandmother let me leave when we were watching the play this afternoon?"

"I was talking about having a baby!" The old lady clutched her chest. "You're just trying to drive me crazy!"

Shen Fuhan advised, "Third sister, say less."

Shen Funian snorted and, without caring whether her elders had started eating, began to eat on her own.

The old lady calmed herself down for a moment, looked at her eldest grandson and youngest grandson, and then spoke.

"If Fu Han has a son, Fu You can get married, and then have a big, healthy baby boy, next year's Mid-Autumn Festival will be truly lively!"

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "Grandmother, we can't force the child. Let's have our meal first."

Wen Jiayue silently thought to herself, "You don't just not force it, you don't ask for it at all."

The old lady sighed, unable to persuade her eldest grandson, and looked at her youngest grandson.

“Fuyou, you’re nineteen now, almost twenty, it’s time for you to get married.”

Shen Fuyou corrected, "Grandmother, I am seventeen."

The old lady waved her hand: "Look at your eldest brother and your third sister, they all have children by their side, while you are all alone. Aren't you sad?"

“Why would I be sad?” Shen Fuyou asked, puzzled. “I’m overjoyed.”

Shen Funian smiled and said, "Fourth brother did well. If I had another chance, I would not get married or have a son. I would live as freely and unrestrained as you."

Seeing her third sister's support, Shen Fuyou was so proud of herself that she immediately offered her suggestion.

"Third sister, it's not too late to be carefree now. Leave Yao'er with the wet nurse and go have some fun."

Seeing that the siblings were talking more and more outrageously, the old lady angrily said, "Shut up!"

Shen Fuyou's raised tail immediately drooped, and she sighed.

He didn't want to upset his grandmother during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he had to compromise verbally.

"I understand, Grandmother. I'll try my best to get married this year and give you a great-grandson next year—no, two!"

He was very good at coaxing people, and the old lady was immediately overjoyed.

"Alright, alright, Grandma will wait!"

Wen Jiayue knew that Shen Fuyou was just trying to comfort her, but Shen Fuhan's words to her today about finding a proper wife for Shen Fuyou were genuine.

Shen Fuyou is deeply in love with Yan'er, and if he knew about this, he would definitely resist.

Shen Fuhan is a man of his word, and he will definitely investigate why Shen Fuyou is so resistant.

Wen Jiayue thought that she would tell Shen Fuhan that she hadn't found any she liked, and that she would help him whenever she could.

If there's a next time... she'd better not jinx it and just wait and see.

Keeping things from both sides is exhausting.

The relatively peaceful moon-viewing banquet ended, and after eating mooncakes, the day was considered over.

As they walked out of Ninghui Hall, Shen Funian approached them.

"Brother and sister-in-law, it's still early. Aren't you sure you want to go for a stroll in the street?"

Upon hearing about what happened in town, Shen Funian thought of creating an opportunity for her elder brother this time. If her sister-in-law agreed, she would quickly give her a few words of advice in private.

Shen Fuhan looked at Wen Jiayue.

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "I'm a little tired, let's forget about it."

Shen Funian clicked her tongue, wanting to persuade her again, but seeing Zhao Zhao's curious look, she immediately smiled and spoke.

"Zhao Zhao, do you want to go to the street? Let's go to the street to buy lanterns, browse the shops, and buy snacks. It'll be so much fun."

Wen Jiayue glared at her: "Don't give me bad advice, Zhao Zhao should go to sleep."

Shen Fuhan then said, "Zhao Zhao doesn't seem too sleepy, and she's never left the Marquis's residence before. It's time to let her go out and have a look around."

Wen Jiayue thought what he said made some sense, but she didn't really want to go, so she simply left the decision to Zhaozhao.

Zhao Zhao said in her childish voice, "Mother...go..."

Since her daughter had already agreed, how could Wen Jiayue possibly go back on her word?

"Then go ahead."

Shen Funian quickly said, "Wait, let me say a few words to my older brother first."

Wen Jiayue knew what she wanted to say, and pursed her lips, saying, "Don't say it, or I won't go."

She wanted to finish shopping as soon as possible this time, so as not to let Shen Fuhan slow down.

Shen Fuhan said, "Let's go."

Seeing that the couple both refused, Shen Funian was anxious and paced around in circles. This was a rare opportunity, and now it was all over!

As soon as I stepped out of the Marquis's residence, the carriage was already waiting below.

Wen Jiayue counted them carefully; ten guards were enough.

Once seated in the carriage, Zhao Zhao looked around curiously, finding everything new and exciting.

The carriage started moving, and Wen Jiayue lifted the curtain to let her see the street scene.

After walking two streets, we arrived at Zhuque Avenue, the busiest street in all of Chang'an.

Stepping down from the carriage, Shen Fuhan saw no wet nurse or maidservants around and asked, "Why didn't you bring a wet nurse?"

“There are too many people on the street, I don’t trust anyone else to carry you,” Wen Jiayue handed Zhaozhao to him, “Your Excellency, please carry her yourself.”

Shen Fuhan did not refuse and carried Zhaozhao forward.

The streets were full of women carrying children, but Shen Fuhan stood out from the crowd.

However, his expression showed no sign of panic; his calm and composed demeanor drew the attention of many.

Wen Jiayue, on the contrary, felt a little embarrassed: "Let me carry you."

“No need,” Shen Fuhan refused. “You can just focus on shopping.”

That's what she said, but Wen Jiayue couldn't concentrate and kept glancing at Zhaozhao, who was going out for the first time.

Zhao Zhao was overwhelmed by the sights and wanted to touch everything.

Shen Fuhan then let her touch things, and the vendors would wrap up anything she touched.

Before long, the guards became servants, each carrying something in their hands.

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but rub her forehead: "My lord, these things aren't necessarily necessary to buy."

"If Zhaozhao likes it, that's good." Shen Fuhan pointed to the small round lantern that Zhaozhao had touched. "Wrap this up too."

The vendor chuckled and said, "Alright!"

Zhao Zhao made two "ah ah" sounds and desperately stretched out her hand, trying to hold it herself.

Shen Fuhan then handed her the small round lantern, gestured with his eyes for Ling He to pay, and continued walking forward.

Seeing that Wen Jiayue's hands were empty, he asked, "Is there anything you want to buy?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head, about to speak, when she seemed to sense something and looked up.

Beside the second-floor railing stood the figure of a woman in red, staring at her like a vengeful ghost.

Seeing Wen Jiayue looking over, she smiled sweetly at her.

Shen Fuhan followed her gaze and frowned slightly.

Li Zhilan clapped his hands and said, "Lord Shen, Madam Shen, what a coincidence! Why don't we go upstairs for a chat?"