The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Zhou looked at Gu Huaizhou sitting to the side, and was about to say a few words to him when Gu Huaizhou stood up.

He also left, citing his busy schedule.

Since Zhou dealt with Xue Mama, Gu Huaizhou and Zhou have become much more distant.

He used to visit her whenever he had free time, but now that he's back at his residence, he only politely greets her and leaves.

Feeling troubled, Zhou went to Qiufeng Courtyard after thinking for a while.

She needed to get some advice from Song Wenjun, so she asked someone to bring along her most treasured possession, the treasure bowl.

That's her eldest grandson; she wouldn't feel bad giving him away.

"Look how good this child is, so fair-skinned and chubby with thick eyebrows and big eyes, just like me, so much like me..."

Mrs. Zhou liked the child from the bottom of her heart, and just as she was about to hug the child, the child burst into tears.

Her smile froze, and a sudden unease crept into her heart.

"It's so unlucky for a child to see an old person crying. Am I going to die soon?"

Song Wenjun found it amusing and quickly picked up the child, gently coaxing him and explaining, "It's normal for the child to cry because he didn't sleep well, Mother, don't take it to heart. Look at how he sleeps, doesn't he look just like you?"

The baby was so small that it was impossible to tell who he looked like, but Zhou felt that her precious grandson resembled her, and the more she looked at him, the more she saw the resemblance.

A smile spread across her face as she nodded repeatedly, "That's right, my grandson is just like me."

This time, when she touched Yan Yan's little hand again, the little guy didn't cry or fuss, and even gave her a smile.

Mrs. Zhou smiled from ear to ear: "My dear grandson is smiling."

The little guy started yawning again, and when Zhou saw this, she quickly asked Song Wenjun to put him on the bed to sleep.

Only then did I tell her about Gu Huaizhou.

She said with a distressed look, "Wenjun, do you think Huaizhou is angry with me? He's been ignoring me these days. Could you talk to him for me when you have time?"

In his previous life, Gu Huaizhou was completely obedient to his mother, even finding Zhou Shi's farts fragrant.

Now, with just a few simple tricks, the mother and son have become estranged.

Song Wenjun chuckled inwardly, but said aloud, "Mother, what are you saying? A wet nurse doesn't have that much influence. Besides, she committed theft, and you've already shown leniency by not beating her to death. My husband is the most filial son; how could he possibly fall out of love with you because of a wet nurse?"

Zhou fell into deep thought and asked, puzzled, "But he hasn't spoken to me at all these days. My heart is aching so much."

When Gu Huaizhou was mentioned, Zhou couldn't stop shedding tears.

From a young age, she treated Gu Huaizhou like a precious treasure, giving him whatever he wanted and raising him with great care and love.

Now, however, he ignores her because of a wet nurse.

Does that mean she's not even as good as a lowly maid?

Suddenly, Zhou looked up at Song Wenjun and tentatively asked, "If it's not because of this, then what could it be?"

Song Wenjun tilted her head and thought for a moment before replying, "I do feel that my husband has been acting strangely lately. Mother, have you noticed that my husband's face looks ashen, like... like he's been haunted by something?"

"Amitabha, Amitabha..." Zhou was so frightened that she kept chanting the Buddha's name. The thing she feared most in her life was: "Don't scare me, there are evil spirits everywhere."

Song Wenjun lowered her head, feigning fear: "I was just saying it casually, Mother, please don't take it seriously."

The more she said this, the greater Zhou's doubts became.

Recalling Gu Huaizhou's past behavior, his listless demeanor every day, she wondered to herself, "Could it be that some evil spirit is at work, causing us, mother and son, to drift apart?"

Just then, the child started crying loudly again.

Song Wenjun muttered with a distressed expression, "This child is usually very well-behaved, but I don't know what's wrong with him today, he keeps crying."

She picked up the child and gently patted his back: "Baby, be good, don't cry, don't cry..."

Zhou felt increasingly uneasy. She had no desire to stay with Song Wenjun any longer and left with a heavy heart.

As soon as she left, Xiao Tao entered the room and exchanged a glance with Song Wenjun: "Madam, the Taoist priest you asked us to find has taken care of everything, but what use is this Taoist priest?"

Song Wenjun smiled slightly: "Just wait and see, I'll put on a grand show for you at the full moon banquet."

In her previous life, Jiang Miaoyin used the idea of ​​evil spirits to almost send Song Wenjun to a temple for solitary cultivation, but her elder brother saved her by overcoming all opposition.

This time, she was going to make Jiang Miaoyin taste what it felt like to be framed.

After returning home, Zhou became increasingly alarmed.

Even at night, I started having nightmares.

In her dream, a female ghost chased after her relentlessly, scaring her into screaming repeatedly.

When Zhou woke up, she was covered in sweat and felt the mansion was eerily gloomy.

"Someone come here, someone come here..." Zhou called out, patting the bedside table.

Before long, Qi Mama hurried in and saw Zhou Shi covered in sweat. She asked anxiously, "Madam, you had another nightmare."

Zhou nodded weakly and instructed Qi Mama, "Pour me a glass of water; I'm terribly thirsty."

"Yes." Madam Qi poured a glass of water and handed it to Madam Zhou. As soon as Madam Zhou took the glass, it cracked.

Tea spilled all over Zhou Shi, and Qi Mama exclaimed softly, "That's strange, how did it break?"

Zhou's eyes widened and a chill ran down her spine. Recalling everything that had happened before, she felt more and more that this was an ominous sign.

The evil spirits in the mansion must have possessed her. Is her time coming to an end?

Just then, the steward rushed in and said to Madam Zhou, "Madam, a wandering monk has come to the door. He insists that our mansion is filled with yin energy, and I can't get rid of him no matter what I do."

"A wandering monk?" Zhou immediately perked up: "What are you rushing for? Quickly invite the eminent monk in!"

"Yes, yes, this old servant will go right away."

Zhou couldn't wait any longer, so she had Qi's mother help her out to greet the high monk.

Before long, a bald monk in tattered clothes appeared in Zhou's sight.

The other person was making hand seals, their brows furrowed, muttering incantations: "How could it be so serious? If this continues, I fear there will be bloodshed... Amitabha..."

Zhou was alarmed and hurriedly asked, "Master, have you seen something?"

"The Buddha said, 'It cannot be spoken of, for revealing heavenly secrets will incur divine punishment.'"

Seeing the other party's unfathomable demeanor, Zhou believed him even more: "Master, please have mercy and save us."

Mother Qi hurriedly handed a gold ingot to the monk, but the bald monk withdrew his hand as if it had been scalded by boiling water.

With wide, angry eyes, she scolded Qi's mother: "What are you doing? Monks are people who have left home to become monks. Aren't you making them break the precept against greed?"

“What the master says is true. We are just ordinary people and only wanted to express our gratitude. We had no intention of offending the Bodhisattva,” Zhou hurriedly explained.

The bald monk put his hands together in prayer, his anger subsiding somewhat: "Considering your sincerity, I will help you. However, the evil spirit is hiding too deeply and needs to be observed for a few days."

Zhou repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

They were about to have someone escort the monk to a side room to rest, but the monk refused, saying, "Simple food and drink, the woodshed is enough."

Zhou became increasingly convinced of the monk's faith. He didn't want money or food, and even his lodgings were dilapidated.

Such monks are the true masters who save people from suffering.

Strangely enough, with a high-ranking monk in the mansion, Zhou stopped having nightmares at night.

I slept soundly until dawn, feeling refreshed and full of energy.