"Aunt Zhou, Aunt Liuu, I hope you are both well."
"Greetings, Patriarch."
The two aunts performed a graceful curtsy.
Aunt Zhou had returned to the Zhu Mansion two years ago, living in a small courtyard with her son, Zhu Nan.
Although her monthly salary of twenty taels of silver wasn't much, it was more than enough for her, as she rarely went out.
She even had enough
to send some back to her family.
With such a comfortable life, they appeared full of vigor. Several years had passed, but the two aunts' faces showed no signs of aging.
If anything, they looked even younger.
"Sit."
Zhu Ju gestured and sat down in the Patriarch's seat.
"Big Brother!"
"Brother!"
"..."
His younger brothers and sisters came forward to greet him.
