Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 360: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 27

Sirong did not stay in the Bo's house for long. She took Shen Junyao on a carriage to her shop in the city.

The carriage moved slowly forward on the bluestone road, and the sound of the wheels rolling over the puddles was particularly clear. Shen Junyao secretly raised his eyes and saw his mother's sitting figure reflected on the carriage curtain, like a silent statue.

Entering the tea room reserved for Sirong, Shen Junyao took the initiative to kneel in front of Sirong. The sandalwood floor was cool, seeping through the thin clothes to the knees.

"Mother, I know I was wrong."

“What’s wrong?”

"I shouldn't have gone to see my father without consulting you." His voice gradually lowered, and he almost choked on the last few words.

"anything else?"

"Children shouldn't meddle in the affairs of their elders." Shen Junyao's fingers unconsciously twisted the corners of his clothes, and the fabric wrinkled into a ball in his palm.

"anything else?"

"And..." Shen Junyao couldn't think of anything else.

The aroma of incense curled up in the tea room, but it made him feel a little difficult to breathe. He knew Sirong was angry. Although Sirong was usually very gentle to him and Shen Tang, even if they did something wrong, she would patiently explain it slowly.

But if he and Shen Tang committed any problem of principle, Sirong would definitely not ignore it.

But he couldn't think of anything else he had done wrong.

Fortunately, Sirong did not let this depressing atmosphere last long.

Sirong sighed softly, reached out and helped Shen Junyao up, letting him sit on the embroidered cushion beside her. Her tone softened a bit amidst the aroma of tea.

"First of all, my decision to divorce your father was my own." She poured a cup of tea and pushed it towards him. "You want to help me, and that's a good intention. But before you do anything, you should ask me if I need your help."

“Before you help someone, you should first ask if they really need your help.”

She tapped the tabletop with her fingertips, making a soft sound. "Secondly, before you interfere in your elders' affairs, you must first understand the reasons. Why do I want a divorce? Why does your father want to marry a noblewoman? Everything has its cause and effect."

"It's not enough to simply say your father is lusty or that I'm jealous."

"Mother, I didn't!" Shen Junyao's eyes turned red with anxiety. He never thought Sirong was jealous.

Sirong looked at his panic and suddenly smiled. "I know you didn't. But you have to remember, you can't just look at the surface of things. The twists and turns in people's hearts are more complicated than the military books you have read.

You think I'm not jealous because you grew up by my side and have absolute trust in me.

But can you conclude that your father is a lustful person?

Sirong's eyes fell on Shen Junyao's clenched fists, the young man's knuckles white from the exertion. She sighed softly, but her voice remained steady.

"Today, it's just a family matter, and you've let your emotions get the better of you. What if we're dealing with a business matter tomorrow?" She stroked the edge of the teacup with her fingertips. "Will you also make an unfair decision because of partiality?"

Shen Junyao's Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't say anything to defend himself.

"Everyone has their own stance and choices, and they can't be simply judged as right or wrong. In other words, from everyone's perspective, no one is wrong."

"Besides, you went to find your father alone today," Sirong's tone suddenly became serious, "How confident are you that you can make him compromise? If I don't arrive in time, how are you going to force him to sign the divorce agreement?"

The teahouse fell into a brief silence, and the only sound was the remaining raindrops from the eaves dripping onto the stone steps.

Shen Junyao lowered his head, his hair casting a shadow on his forehead. He was truly unsure. His original intention was simply to hold the sword across his neck, threatening his life.

Sirong didn't point this out. She knew this stubborn boy too well, and he would rather break his back than lose his dignity.

Similarly, for the people he cares about, he can ignore right and wrong, gains and losses, just to achieve his goals.

In his previous life, he was for the heroine, and in this life, it became Sirong and Shen Tang.

"Ayao," she suddenly called him by his childhood nickname, her voice softening. "A general should know when to advance and when to retreat, and an official should understand gains and losses. Your courage today, if used on the battlefield, would be considered a heroic feat."

But in this family context, it is reckless.

Sirong stood up and straightened her sleeves. "Think carefully about what I said today. Remember, true responsibility isn't about acting on impulse, but about making decisions after weighing the pros and cons."

She walked towards the door and stopped. "What do you want to eat tonight? How about asking the kitchen to make you a bowl of pig's trotter soup?"

Shen Junyao suddenly looked up and saw his mother standing against the light, and his eyes suddenly felt hot.

Two days later, Shen Shigen sent someone to deliver the divorce papers to Sirong.

I don’t know what Sirong said that touched him, but he finally compromised.

Marrying Madam Minghua into the mansion was a foregone conclusion. This time, she was promoted from a concubine to a principal wife, which was something that Minister Ming's mansion was more than happy to have.

The matter of Madam Minghua entering the mansion was finalized. She was promoted from a concubine to a principal wife, which was something that Minister Ming's mansion was very happy to have.

Those censors in the Censorate who loved to impeach were all secretly arranged by Minister Ming, so Shen Shigen did not suffer too much criticism.

The old emperor always turned a blind eye to such things.

Since he had nothing to do with the court struggles, he was happy to hide behind the pile of memorials and watch the fun unfold. After all, this old man trapped in the deep palace didn't have much to find interesting on a daily basis.

After Sirong received the divorce letter, Shen Junyao specially returned to the uncle's house and had a long and in-depth conversation with Shen Shigen in the study.

No one knew what the father and son talked about that day, but the servants saw that when the two men left, their eyes were red and swollen.

However, since that day, it was obvious that the gap between father and son had narrowed.

Shen Junyao travels between Wuwei Earl's Mansion and Sirong's residence. Both places are his home, and he feels equally comfortable wherever he goes.

If there is anything, I will discuss it with Sirong and also with Shen Shigen.

A new study was built in Sirong's courtyard.

On the seventh day of every month, Shen Junyao must stay here all day.

Two piles of documents lay on the desk: on the left were the farm and shop account books sorted by my mother, and on the right were the Ministry of War reports from my father. The old plum tree outside the window had sprouted new branches, and one of them slanted through the window frame, casting a mottled shadow on the inkstone.

Madam Minghua also married into the Earl's Mansion as expected, and immediately took control of the housekeeping power. At the same time, a large number of servants were replaced in the Earl's Mansion of Wuwei.

These people did not do anything wrong, but they were all bought into the mansion when Sirong came to Beijing.

After several years of screening, those with outstanding business performance were promoted to managers.