Zhou Shuren and Wong Ju didn't speak anymore. Zhao Bo noticed the indifference in Zhou Shuren's eyes and regretted it, regretting it too late. His days in the capital were enough for him to understand the situation at the Hou Residence. He was clearly Zhou Shuren's first friend; Zhou Shuren had once rescued him from the vortex of salt taxes, had already arranged everything for him. As a result, Zhao Bo steadied his mind.
The conversation at the palace gate stopped, and more or less, eyes would fall on this side, with the officials from the Wang Clan exchanging glances.
Zhao Bo smiled, "Congratulations to the Marquis Zhou on gaining a grandson."
Zhou Shuren replied indifferently, "The same to you. Congratulations on smoothly entering the capital."
