Tomb Robber: Oops, I think I met a tomb robber.

The housekeeper was so shocked that he lost his composure for a moment. Fortunately, Zhang Daojun was in a very good mood at the moment and didn't care about his little impoliteness at all. He just said, "Remember, mute slave, you must be obedient. I don't want anyone else to know about the existence of the madam except you."

Hearing this, the butler finally came to his senses. Sweat was streaming down his forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He just lowered his head even lower and said, "Yes, Master. I'll do it right away."

Zhang Daojun nodded in satisfaction, and this time he finally raised his hand and waved, and the butler hurriedly retreated.

Although I don’t know when the lady came, her master is obviously in a good mood, which is a good thing!

He must complete all the tasks assigned by the master as soon as possible and must not let the master down.

Thinking of this, the butler took a leap and used light skills instead of walking.

Originally, the butler wanted to see off the two adults mentioned earlier, but now he no longer thinks so.

What masters from the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Rites? Just let the servants send them away quickly. No one can waste his time. No one is more important than their wives!

On this side, Qiuyue, who had suddenly become the prime minister's wife, was completely stunned. She looked at the pictures in the room and felt overwhelmed again.

Just after Zhang Daojun left, the upset Qiuyue wanted to stand up and walk around, but she didn't expect that when she walked, she saw a bunch of things that shocked her.

There was a branching room in the room where she was. A glance inside revealed a room full of paintings. Qiuyue had initially thought that Zhang Daojun really liked paintings, but when she took a closer look, she was so shocked by the contents of the paintings that her head was buzzing.

There was no other reason. All those pictures were of her, standing, sitting, or lying down. Each one was painted extremely delicately and beautifully. In the basket next to it, there were a lot of crumpled papers. Some of them still had pictures of her, but it seemed that the painter was not satisfied with them, so he just crumpled them into a ball and threw them into the basket, throwing them away.

When seeing these drawings, Qiuyue wanted to hold her forehead with her hands.

No way?

That child won't...

That shouldn't be the case. His reaction just now was very normal. He didn't always want to get close to her like Zhang Wuya.

I guess I've been drawing her because I've missed her so much over the years. Yeah, that's probably it.

When Qiuyue couldn't help but walk into the room and look at the pictures carefully, a familiar and gentle voice sounded from behind her: "Sister, I'm back. I have arranged everything you wanted to do. I have sent someone to pick you up (not yet)...Ah, sister is here..."

Qiuyue was startled and quickly turned around to look at him. She was about to explain that she didn't mean to come in when Zhang Daojun came over and said with a shy smile, "Ah, sister, did you see this? I drew these. What do you think, sister?"

Seeing that he was not at all evasive or embarrassed, and looked natural and generous, Qiuyue immediately put her worries at ease.

It turned out not to be what she thought, that was great.

"Did you draw all these? Daojun's painting skills are amazing. These pictures are exactly the same as my sister's."

Relieved, Qiuyue raised her eyebrows and praised. Zhang Daojun walked to her side and said softly, "Thank you for the compliment... But, I don't think they look like you. I can't draw your beauty..."

At the end, Zhang Daojun frowned slightly, as if he was a little sad. Qiuyue quickly started praising him: "No, no, it's really beautiful. It's exactly the same as your sister's. Daojun, you must believe in your ability. Your sister can't draw such a beautiful picture. Daojun, don't doubt yourself. It's really great. Your sister likes it very much."

Hearing this, Zhang Daojun's eyes lit up immediately, and he looked at Qiuyue happily: "Really? Do you really like it, sister?"

"Really, really, I didn't lie to you."

Qiuyue looked at Zhang Daojun who was obviously happy and her heart softened.

It’s so coaxing.

"Thank you, sister. I'm glad you like it!"

Zhang Daojun spoke with great joy, just like a child who had won first place after being praised by his dearest elder. He raised his hands and wanted to reach out to Qiuyue, but stopped halfway and pulled them back. A bit of timidity suddenly appeared on his face: "Ah, Jun didn't want to hug you, sister, please don't dislike me."

Seeing this, Qiuyue felt even softer towards Zhang Daojun. She raised her hands and hugged him instead, patting his back with her small hands and coaxing him, "No, no, sister doesn't mind you, you can hug me."

Zhang Daojun immediately hugged Qiuyue, lowered his head and pressed it against hers tightly, his voice choked with sobs as he said, "Sister..."

When Qiuyue heard this, she was shocked. The child was about to cry and she had to stop him immediately.

"Hey, don't cry, Daojun, be good. It's not good if you cry."

Qiuyue patted his back again and coaxed him. Zhang Daojun hummed in a muffled nasal voice, sounding unreasonably obedient: "Don't cry, Jun. You will listen to your sister."

Qiuyue once again sighed at how easy it was to coax Zhang Daojun, and said, "Yeah, Daojun is very good."

Zhang Daojun sniffed softly as if he was really trying hard to stop crying, then he loosened his arms around Qiuyue, looked at her with faint red eyes, and tried to curl his lips slightly and said, "Well, Daojun is definitely the best. If you're not, your sister will be angry."

Qiuyue was stunned. Just when she was about to ask how she could be angry, she immediately thought of what happened twenty years ago and subconsciously asked, "I'm angry? Is Daojun talking about the fight you had before?"

Zhang Daojun lowered his eyes slightly, and after a long pause, he hummed in a muffled voice, like a somewhat anxious child. Qiuyue's heart almost softened. She raised her hand and gently patted his arm, coaxing him softly, "As long as you are all good, and don't fight or quarrel, of course I won't be angry. Do you think I am angry now? No, right? Don't be afraid, I rarely get angry. You don't have to force yourself, just be yourself."

Zhang Daojun shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, Jun did not force himself, sister."

How could Qiuyue believe what he said? He had just forced himself to smile at her. But Qiuyue didn't say anything else. As long as time passed, Zhang Daojun would naturally relax himself.

"Just don't force yourself. I don't need you to force yourself to do anything here."

Qiuyue advised her a few more times, but Zhang Daojun only responded with a soft "hmm". It seemed as if he had listened to her, but in fact, only he knew whether he had listened to her or not.

"By the way, why did Daojun paint so many of me? Didn't he paint other scenes like mountains and rivers?"

After coaxing her, Qiuyue asked the question in her heart. Zhang Daojun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said, "Because... I don't want to forget what my sister looks like. Not long after my sister left, I started learning to paint. I don't want to forget my sister, so I keep painting, and painting..."

I have been painting for twenty years now!

Qiuyue automatically added these words in her mind, tears instantly overflowed, and her nose felt sore and rushed straight to her brain.

Woo woo woo woo, how could I have doubted such a good baby? Damn me!

He was clearly just a good boy who missed her, so how could she think he was a bad boy like Zhang Wuya! Damn her!

"So that's how it is, Daojun, be good, sister is back, don't be sad..."

Qiuyue was about to cry, but she coaxed the person in front of her who was more than half her height. Zhang Daojun looked at her and raised his hand again to help her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. He hummed softly, "I know, sister has come to me. I am not sad, sister, don't be sad..."

Qiuyue sniffed her blocked nose and nodded repeatedly: "Yeah! Sister is not sad!"

Just as Qiuyue was trying hard to suppress her tears, an elderly voice came from outside: "Master, I have sent some of the things you requested. Where do you want to put them in the mansion?"

Qiuyue was stunned for a moment, and Zhang Daojun withdrew his hand, smiled softly at Qiuyue, and said softly: "Sister, wait for me a moment."

After saying that, Zhang Daojun turned around and walked out of the house and began to make arrangements for the people outside. Qiuyue listened to a few words and probably understood what Zhang Daojun wanted to do.

He wanted to renovate the mansion where she was staying so that she could use it to rest tonight.

But what confused Qiuyue was why the older voice outside said the word "Madam"?

Who is the lady?

Could it be that he was talking about her?

Why is it called Madam?

When Zhang Daojun came in with a lunch box containing cakes and scented tea, he saw Qiuyue's eyes widening. He gently placed the lunch box on the table, walked up to Qiuyue and said softly, "What's wrong, sister? You look surprised."

Seeing him acting so naturally, Qiuyue couldn't help but ask, "Daojun, who was the Madam that the person outside just called..."

Zhang Daojun seemed to suddenly realize something and said, "Oh, that's what you're asking about. Since you're a woman, if you live with me without any status, you'll be criticized. So, I took it upon myself to tell others that you're my wife. Don't be angry, I just don't want you to be criticized..."

As he spoke, Zhang Daojun lowered his eyes slightly again, as if waiting for Qiuyue's scolding. But Qiuyue was not willing to scold him. After hearing his explanation, the heartache that she had suppressed burst out again, and her eyes were filled with tears once again. She was already extremely heartbroken, so how could she possibly say anything to him?

After sniffing her little nose again, Qiuyue looked at him with tenderness and heartache: "So that's how it is. Don't be afraid, sister won't say anything to you. You are doing this for sister's good. Sister will even praise you."

Hearing this, the uneasiness on Zhang Daojun's face finally disappeared, and he showed a shy smile instead, with his fair face faintly flushed.

"Well, I hope my sister isn't angry..."

After all, Jun really treats his sister as his wife...