527 Grand Tutor Zhao Falls (3)
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“I’ll cry with Mother when the time comes,” she said after holding it in for a long time.
Madam Li was amused by her. With the good atmosphere gone, she couldn’t cry anymore. She reached out and tapped Shen Yijia’s forehead. She rebuked, “Why are you crying? This is a good thing. I’m not crying. You’re not allowed to cry either.”
Shen Yijia blinked. She did not want to cry!
Madam Li was speechless.
“Today is Brother Chen’s birthday, and there’s such a good thing. Let’s go make him a delicious meal.” Madam Li couldn’t stand Shen Yijia’s gaze and changed the topic.
“Alright, we can make the cake from last time.” Shen Yijia grinned.
Song Jingchen was busy at the Court of Judicial Review until late at night. Even if Yang Kaiming gave him enough evidence, Grand Tutor Zhao still insisted that he was framing him.
The motive was because he had reported Yang Kaiming in the royal court. Yang Kaiming wanted to take revenge on him for making false evidence.
It was unknown if these words were directed at Yang Kaiming or at Song Jingchen.
Song Jingchen didn’t care what others thought of him. All the evidence was there, so he had no choice but to admit it.
Knowing that he could not escape, Grand Tutor Zhao simply took responsibility for everything.
However, when Song Jingchen asked about the crown prince’s rebellion back then, he refused to change his mind.
If he asked further, it would mean that Song Jingchen had used his position to take revenge and wanted to force a confession.
He was only so arrogant because he saw that the people from the Ministry of Justice and the Censorate were around. He knew that Song Jingchen didn’t dare to torture him to extract a confession.
Song Jingchen wasn’t surprised by this outcome, but he was still disappointed.
He returned home with a cold expression. He thought that everyone was asleep, but he did not expect to step into the courtyard.
A human-shaped steel cannon flew towards him. Song Jingchen paused and hurriedly reached out to catch Shen Yijia.
Under the bright moonlight, Shen Yijia hung on Song Jingchen’s body. She smiled and cupped his face. “Hubby, happy birthday!”
Song Jingchen lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. The frustration in his heart was swept away and he was about to do as he pleased.
There was another low cough in the courtyard.
Song Jingchen’s body stiffened. He looked up and realized that the entire family was standing not far away.
Song Jingchen thought, “Why didn’t I see it just now?”
Madam Li covered her mouth and smiled. “Let’s eat first.”
“That’s right, Big Brother. I was starving just to wait for you,” Sister Huan added.
Shen Yijia looked back resentfully and kissed Song Jingchen again before jumping down.
Sister Huan and the others were speechless.
Sister-in-law, you’re so shameless!
After the family finished their meal, Mo Yuan brought out the cake. This cake was made by her and Madam Li. It looked much better than the one Shen Yijia had made previously.
Shen Yijia lit the candle and looked at him with sparkling eyes. She urged, “Make a wish!”
After making a wish, they could eat cake!
Song Jingchen glanced at her, pursed his lips, and lowered his eyes. After a few seconds, he blew out the candle.
Sister Huan and the others cheered and began to distribute the cake.
If it wasn’t made by their sister-in-law, they could eat it in peace!
Shen Yijia leaned in front of Song Jingchen and whispered, “Hubby, your wish will definitely be fulfilled.”
Song Jingchen looked up and asked in amusement, “Do you know what I made?”
“I don’t know, but no matter what the wish is, it will be fulfilled.” Shen Yijia tilted her head with a matter-of-fact expression.
Da Hua had said that wishes wouldn’t come true if people said them out loud, so she wouldn’t ask.
Song Jingchen chuckled and looked down at her.
Shen Yijia looked at him too.
There seemed to be stars in her eyes.
Song Jingchen felt as if something was slowly filling his heart.
It would definitely happen.
“My wish is hers.” he thought.
After eating the cake, everyone gave him gifts one by one.
Sister Huan had given him a dagger. She had bought it, but she had engraved a few words on it. “For Big Brother.”
Brother Hao copied an article that Song Jingchen had written when he was young.
Song Jingchen said, “Write your own essay for me next time.”
Lin Miaomiao made a sachet herself. “Brother Song, thank you.”
Everyone present knew what her thank you meant.
Madam Li took out the clothes she had made for Song Jingchen.
Bruiser and Lin Shao had yet to return.
Finally, it was Shen Yijia’s turn. She felt awkward for a long time before taking out a pouch. “There are two more leaves this time.”
She saw that the bamboo shoot pouch from before was still used by her beautiful husband.
She had originally said that she would never touch needles and thread again. Who would have thought that her beautiful husband only used her pouch?
What a sweet burden.
Song Jingchen took the pouch and looked at the two black sticks on it. He held back his laughter and said, “Yes, there’s been some growth.”
It was unknown if he was talking about the bamboo or Shen Yijia.
