TBTAMN Chapter 93

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 3) Chapter 93(8)

“If you have nothing else to do, I will go back first. Your Majesty is still waiting for me to report back!”

 

“Aunt, take care.”

 

Qiao Yun pursed his lips and greeted that person, but the joy on his face couldn’t stop no matter what.

 

“Congratulations young master, congratulations young master…”

 

As soon as the palace carriage left, everyone in the Qiao family knelt on the ground to ask for favors from Qiao Yun.

 

Qiao Yun’s face flushed and he looked shy, but he didn’t seem to be shy or pretentious.

 

“Reward.”

 

“Thank you, sir.”

 

The word “reward” gave everyone more energy. The sound of thanks was so loud that even the birds in the trees of the surrounding neighbors flew up to watch the fun.

 

There was a celebration in the Qiao Mansion, and Qiao Yun was even happier. Even the old lady who had been ill for many days looked much better.

 

Qiao Zhengjun said frankly that if he had known that the happy event in the Qiao family could make the old lady so happy, he should have asked the queen to go earlier.

 

General Qiao, however, had a worried look on her face and showed no joy about her son’s affairs.

 

“Wife, what’s wrong?”

 

Qiao Zhengjun sat aside and asked while looking at General Qiao.

 

“The Eighth Princess was injured in an assassination attempt, and she just came back and asked Her Majesty to grant her marriage. Why is this so strange?”

 

General Qiao also knew Nan Jun’s heart knot. Although her son had been feeling bad in recent years, she had never seen Nan Jun show any mercy.

 

How could, after experiencing all these changes, she actually take the initiative to propose to marry the young master of the Qiao family, whom she had always regarded as her enemy?

 

“In my opinion, my wife is worrying too much. The Eighth Princess and Yun’er grew up together and have always had some feelings for each other. Maybe she has figured it out. After all, the death of Du Guijun was definitely not caused by the Queen!”

 

Qiao Zhengjun didn’t think there was anything wrong. If it weren’t for Du Guijun’s incident, his son might have married the Eighth Princess long ago!

 

General Qiao was still worried, thinking that things were not that simple and that there was something fishy about this marriage.

 

She only has one son, Qiao Yun, and she doesn’t want her precious boy to marry into another family and suffer grievances.

 

But when he thought of the old lady’s health, General Qiao didn’t dare to delay the child’s marriage any longer. If something happened to the old lady, the child would have to stay at home for another three years.

 

Not to mention the Eighth Princess; even other girls of marriageable age would probably have their children run away.

 

“The child is happy, so let’s not say anything more.”

 

Seeing the green figure coming this way, Qiao Zhengjun tried to persuade General Qiao again in her ear, fearing that she would say something that would upset her son.

 

“Meet Mother and Father.”

 

As soon as Qiao Yun entered the room, he imitated the women and clasped his fists towards General Qiao and Qiao Zhengjun who were sitting there.

 

General Qiao looked pleased, but Qiao Zhengjun suddenly frowned.

 

“Yun’er, you are going to marry into the royal family, so etiquette cannot be abandoned. Don’t always act careless, or you will make others laugh at you.”

 

Qiao Yun lowered his eyes and grinned, not taking his father’s words to heart.

 

“My Qiao family is a military family. I think Yun’er is doing a good job. He is not shy.”

 

General Qiao couldn’t stand anyone saying anything bad about her son, so she quickly chimed in.

 

“So you think I’m too busy and that I’m being pretentious?”

 

Qiao Zhengjun was unwilling, his eyes turned red, and he glared at General Qiao aggrievedly, as if she had bullied him.

 

General Qiao was so scared that she quickly shut her mouth and touched the back of Qiao Zhengjun’s hand awkwardly with a flattering look on her face.

 

Although General Qiao could defeat a hundred men on the battlefield, he was completely controlled by Qiao Zhengjun at home.

 

If General Qiao could surpass a hundred on the battlefield, Qiao Zhengjun killed her at home.

 

Qiao Zhengjun is General Qiao’s treasure, and no one can touch him.

 

“Don’t be angry, Daddy. Yun’er knows all the etiquette in the palace. I won’t be so casual when I arrive at the Eighth Princess’s Palace.”

 

Qiao Yun quickly laid down on Qiao Zhengjun’s lap and rubbed his knee with his head in a flattering manner.

 

Hearing Qiao Yun say this, General Qiao felt even more distressed.

 

Look, look, if her son marries into the Eighth Princess’s Mansion, he won’t be able to be himself. How depressing.

 

But because she had just displeased her husband, she could only complain in her heart and dared not speak again.

 

“Father knows that my son is sensible, but the Eighth Princess’s Mansion is different from home, and the Eighth Princess… is what you’ve been thinking about the most. When you marry her, you should always put your wife first.”

 

Qiao Zhengjun stroked Qiao Yun’s head lovingly, his eyes full of reluctance.

 

Qiao Yun couldn’t help but feel hot on his face when his father spoke of his worries. It was already a great blessing for him to marry her, and he would naturally put her first in everything.

 

“Um.”

 

General Qiao couldn’t bear to watch it any longer and finally couldn’t help but speak.

 

“In my opinion, it would be better for Yun’er not to marry into the Eighth Princess’s Mansion and just marry a wife into the family. It’s better than having to follow those stupid rules and being uncomfortable!”

 

General Qiao has always hoped that his son could find a wife who suits his eyes and marry into the Qiao family. This way, her son wouldn’t have to endure the anger of his parents-in-law, nor would he have to be suppressed by his wife in every way.

 

The most important thing is that she can give birth to an heir to the Qiao family in the future and continue the Qiao family’s bloodline.

 

“Mother…”

 

Qiao Yun called out in disapproval, and General Qiao quickly shut her mouth.

 

Qiao Zhengjun didn’t say anything, but just pursed his lips, no one knew what he was thinking.

 

He was in poor health and it had always been a regret for him that he had not been able to give birth to a daughter for the Qiao family. If the Qiao family’s bloodline died out in his generation, he would indeed be the sinner of the Qiao family.

 

It’s not that Qiao Zhengjun didn’t reluctantly persuade General Qiao to take a maid in, but General Qiao flatly refused, not giving him the slightest chance to show his virtue.

 

Qiao Zhengjun felt that he had let down the Qiao family, and had always been carefully managing the family, never daring to complain. Even though he had no daughter, the old lady had never said a bad thing about him.

 

To be honest, a man favored by his wife will not be wronged by his in-laws. This is all thanks to General Qiao.

 

And Qiao Yun was pampered and raised from the time he was a child, until he married Nan Jun…

 

“As long as my son likes it.”

 

Qiao Zhengjun lovingly stroked Qiao Yun’s black hair, his eyes full of tenderness.

 

The cinnabar red on Qiao Yun’s forehead was dazzling, as if he knew that its owner was in a good mood today, and it wanted to shine as well.

 

Although he was concerned about Nan Jun’s health, Qiao Yun did not dare to take the initiative to go to the Eighth Princess’s Mansion to find her because they could not meet before their marriage. He could only send people from the Qiao Mansion to deliver some nourishing herbs to Nan Jun.

 

After a night’s sleep, Nan Jun felt much better when she woke up. Thinking about how hard Lianqing had worked to take care of her yesterday, Nan Jun specially asked the kitchen to prepare some ginseng soup and send it to Lianqing.

 

Nan Jun, who was practicing swordsmanship in the back garden, stopped what she was doing when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning back, she saw the housekeeper standing there with a handsome young man, who was holding a food box in his hands.

 

“What is it?”

 

Nan Jun put away her sword, grabbed a white cloth, and wiped her sweat while asking.

 

“Master, this is Mr. Qiao’s personal servant, coming here on Mr. Qiao’s orders to bring you soup…” the housekeeper reported, bowing.