The commotion in Changzhong's courtyard was clear to Zhulan and her husband, the two chatted while playing chess. Zhulan was on the verge of losing again and played dirty, "Let me have a move."
Zhou Shuren retracted his hand holding the chess piece, "Calculate how many moves I've let you have in one game?"
Zhulan had already made her move, but instead of responding, she said, "No wonder the Emperor values him as a prince consort, he truly is smart."
Zhou Shuren glanced at the chessboard and placed his piece down, "Handpicked and selected."
He still vividly remembers the information on the shortlist.
Zhulan looked up, "Then let him stay at home?"
Zhou Shuren, "Yes."
This is also what the Emperor wishes to see, anger is anger but it's not real annoyance.
Zhulan frowned, looking down, and placed the piece in her hand down, "Lost."
"This game has taken quite a while."
