Zhou Shuren returned home from the government office but didn't bring back any letters. It was only after dinner that he said, "Today I received a letter from Zhao Bo."
Zhulan responded with a simple "Hmm," and asked, "What did it say?"
The correspondence between their two families had grown increasingly sparse, mainly because Shuren no longer wished to reply.
"His youngest son is ill. His wife is bringing the child to the capital to see a doctor, and they said they might visit the Hou Residence."
Zhulan still remembered how Zhao Bo had jokingly proposed an alliance through marriage back in the day. "I doubt they're only bringing the youngest son to the capital."
"Hmm, based on the timeline, they're likely arriving soon."
Zhulan chuckled. "It's quite the coincidence that Chang Xhong is not home."
Zhou Shuren's smile deepened. "Indeed, it's quite the coincidence."
Zhulan added, "Oh, by the way, the Wang family sent an invitation to Lady Li today."
