I have ten trillion licking dog gold

What would it feel like for a son to catch his widowed mother having a tryst with a man late at night?
and.

Or his mortal enemy.

If it weren't for the evil in their thoughts, anyone would probably have their mind blown.

Therefore, Lady Fujiwara's loss of composure is entirely understandable.

"Tap tap tap..."

as predicted.

A knock came at the door.

"Mother."

That was truly the voice of the head of the Fujiwara clan, the clan patriarch.

"Wait a moment."

Although her expression was not good, Lady Fujiwara replied to the person outside with a calm and dignified tone. She quickly stood up from her kneeling position, pursed her lips, and pointed silently toward the side room.

Mr. Jiang understood immediately and decisively walked towards the side room.

The less trouble, the better.

"Splash."

The side room door opened, revealing a bed and wardrobe; this was the actual bedroom.

Mrs. Fujiwara, wearing only a thin nightgown, followed her in, found a coat in the wardrobe, put it on, and tightened the belt.

No.

Why should you be more careful about your image when it comes to your son than when you're with other men?
There was no verbal communication, only an exchange of glances.

Jiang Chen nodded.

it is more than words.

After putting on her clothes, Madam Fujiwara immediately turned around and went out, closing the door behind her and hiding Mr. Jiang in her most private place.

Mr. Jiang looked around.

really.

Life is always full of new and exciting experiences.

There was a noise coming from outside the door.

Presumably, the lady let her son in.

At this point, he could have simply lay down and borrowed someone else's bed to rest for a while, but that person certainly wouldn't stoop to such a lewd act.

"Is Mother troubled by something?"

The voice of the Fujiwara clan chief caught Jiang Chen's attention. This certainly couldn't be considered eavesdropping, could it?

He waited patiently.

The camera pans outwards.

Separated by a door, Lady Fujiwara put away the gun on the table, but forgot about the wine jug and had no way to hide it. As a result, it was quickly discovered by the Fujiwara clan head, who came to pay his respects to his mother late at night.

"What's up."

Lady Fujiwara countered with a calm expression, managing her demeanor in an instant, revealing no clue whatsoever.

"It seems that my mother hasn't been in a good mood lately."

The dashing Fujiwara clan chief glanced at the sake bottle and said with a smile, "This isn't arrogance; it's a reasonable deduction."

"Come back tomorrow if you need anything."

Lady Fujiwara said she needed to rest.

"Doesn't Mother usually rest at ten o'clock?"

The son must know his mother's biological clock. It's almost 9:30 now, and the Fujiwara clan chief must have timed it perfectly.

"I just wanted to talk to my mother for a few minutes, and then I would leave."

His gaze shifted upwards, from the blue-and-white porcelain wine pot with jewels, red dragons, and clouds on the table, to Lady Fujiwara's face.

But Lady Fujiwara didn't give her any face, walked away, and sat down at the table again.

"Didn't you go to Xigang?"

Oh.

So she really wasn't home.

"I've finished dealing with things over there, and I came here because I knew my mother was still awake."

"What's the matter that's so urgent?"

Fujiwara Takuno also came over and sat in the spot where Boss Jiang had just been sitting.

Oops.

Will he notice the lingering warmth on the cushion?

There's no need to make a fuss.

There are more normal people in the world than Sherlock Holmes.

"Liji's baby is already more than ten weeks along, shouldn't you be worried?" Fujiwara Takuno clearly hadn't noticed anything, and in order not to disturb his mother's sleep, he went straight to the point.

"Was Mother also drowning her sorrows in alcohol because of this?"

Lady Fujiwara remained silent.

"There are no secrets in the world. The fact that the royal family is being deceived now does not mean that they will not become suspicious in the future. Even the most advanced instruments can lie, but genes cannot lie. Can an ugly dwarf give birth to a beautiful child?"

“Mother, I have been unable to sleep at night lately. When I close my eyes, all I see is the scene of the destruction of our Fujiwara family. I wonder if you have had the same nightmares.”

What are you saying in your gibberish?

The mother and son would definitely not use a foreign language to communicate.

Meanwhile, in the dormitory room just a wall away, someone's Japanese level was limited; they could vaguely hear it, but couldn't understand it.

If the simultaneous interpretation headphones developed by the Tianqi Research Institute had been released sooner, we wouldn't be facing this problem now.

Although he couldn't understand it, Jiang Chen knew it couldn't be anything good, but he wasn't worried at all.

Our old friend from outside arrived a step too late.

The lady had already been won over by his sincerity.

The order in which people appear in our lives isn't that important, but sometimes it can be quite crucial.

"So what if it exists? Can it be changed?"

Lady Fujiwara asked, "You really are very composed."

Her son was kept in the dark, but she knew perfectly well that there was a man hiding in the dormitory, yet she didn't notice anything amiss.

"Why not? Mother, it's time to make a new choice again. One wrong step and you're in an abyss."

Fujiwara Takuno spoke slowly and deliberately, then obediently picked up the sake pot.

He didn't drink it himself; as a son, how could he do such a rebellious thing? He placed the wine pot in front of Lady Fujiwara.

I didn't see the cup.

In other words.

My mother used to drink directly from the spout of the teapot.

In the past, he certainly wouldn't have minded drinking his mother's saliva, but now, he needs to rebuild their relationship and show his mother his change and attitude.

The wine jug was placed in front of him.

To drink or not to drink?

If she didn't drink it, there was a risk of arousing suspicion. But her son couldn't drink his mother's saliva now, and why would Lady Fujiwara want to drink someone else's saliva?
Beneath her calm exterior, no one knew the inner struggle of Fujiwara no Osamu. She subconsciously glanced at the tightly closed partition door.

“If my mother doesn’t make the right choice now, then I think she won’t be able to enjoy a good night’s sleep for much longer.”

The Fujiwara clan chief was quite observant and noticed Fujiwara's wife's subtle movements. Realizing she had been discovered, Fujiwara quickly looked away. In her panic, she didn't have time to think and immediately spoke, aiming to divert the other party's attention.

"What is the right choice?"

"Throughout history, there has only been the saying that a mother's status depends on her son, not her daughter. And the facts have proven this to be true. The mother chose her without reservation, but what was the result? She went her own way, acted recklessly, and did not care about her mother at all, or even respect her."

The Fujiwara clan chief looked directly into Fujiwara's eyes, his gaze devoid of any unease, filled only with utter sincerity.

Ok.

Exactly the same as the person who just sat here.

“I know what she’s thinking. I’ve said before that she’s a madwoman, a complete madwoman. She’s willing to gamble with anything. If she loses, she can go to China. That’s her backup plan. So she’s reckless and fearless. But what about Mother? Does Mother have a backup plan?”

"Why don't I have it?"

Lady Fujiwara raised her wrist, holding the sake pot, but did not drink.

"I can go to China too."

"..."

The Fujiwara clan chief was stunned.

He clearly hadn't considered this aspect.

"Haha, hahaha..."

His lips curled up, gradually widening until he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

At this moment.

He believed the other person was drunk.

"why are you laughing."

Lady Fujiwara asked, "Your cunning and skill are truly astonishing. You didn't drink it, yet you achieved the effect of drinking it."

"What is Mother doing in China?"

The Fujiwara clan chief couldn't stop smiling. He knew he shouldn't be smiling; it was too disrespectful. But he simply couldn't control himself.
"Should I go help her take care of her child?"

You know what?

According to the customs of China, if there are no parents-in-law, then the maternal grandparents are indeed responsible.

Could it be...?

Is that really what they're planning?
Lady Fujiwara, who had been invited multiple times today, remained silent. (End of Chapter)