Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 64 A loving mother wields a stick, a wandering son is struck.

But at this moment!

Grandpa Ma Tianlu, his father Ma Xiulin, and his mother Wang Shiyun all bowed and said in unison, "This humble subject greets Your Majesty."

The scene of a family reunion in the courtyard did not occur; instead, it turned into a confrontation between the emperor and his subjects.

Ma Wenxiang was both amused and exasperated, and could only continue to explain, "Mother, don't you recognize me? I'm Wenxiaozi, I'm Wenxiang. It's one thing if other people don't recognize me, but you're my own mother."

Hearing that familiar voice and tone, Wang Shiyun's heart skipped a beat, and then she mustered up her courage and raised her head.

Seeing Ma Wenxiang's face and his usual carefree demeanor, her heart skipped a beat. Then, maternal love overwhelmed her fear, and she uncontrollably took two steps forward.

"Is it really Wenxiang?"

"Uh-huh."

When Ma Wenxiang saw that his mother seemed to recognize him, he nodded quickly with a happy expression.

However, the situation changed again in the next moment.

Wang Shiyun quickly took a half step back, lowered her head respectfully, and said, "Your Majesty, please don't joke. Your Majesty has always been in this procession, and my Wenxiang should be in the palace now, as Your Majesty has said."

"We haven't even entered the capital yet, how could we possibly see my Wenxiang?"

These words left Ma Wenxiang speechless and unable to explain himself.

"what?"

Ma Wenxiang could only stare wide-eyed at the people in front of him.

He then went to great lengths, explaining at length until his voice was almost hoarse, before his family gradually began to believe him.

"You brat. Such a big thing, and you didn't even tell your family."

Grandpa Ma glared at him, almost ready to search for a suitable wooden stick in the yard to teach this brat a lesson. "Do you know that your grandpa is old and can't take such a big shock?"

Ma Wenxiang also looked aggrieved and said with a wry smile, "My dear grandfather, don't you think about it? How can I, alone, make such a big decision?"

Of course, it's the Empress.

"Whatever the nobles in the palace say, we commoners will do as they say. Since Her Majesty hasn't responded, how dare I, your grandson, speak of this matter?"

Ma Wenxiang made a throat-slitting gesture, and the old man immediately fell silent.

From this perspective, everything Ma Wenxiang has done so far has been reasonable and the best choice for the Ma family and for them.

"This time, our whole family is going to Beijing. Hopefully, nothing bad will happen."

The old man continued to ask questions with a worried expression.

Ma Wenxiang chuckled softly, patting his chest with confidence, and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. Even if His Majesty wanted to take action, could he possibly be so ruthless towards the Empress?"

"Every ten days or so, the Empress and I will switch back."

"In that case, why would His Majesty make things difficult for us?"

After listening to this and thinking about it carefully, Old Master Ma realized that what his son, Ma Xiulin, said actually made some sense. He then gave his son a wink.

Ma Xiulin understood immediately, and the father and son turned and left at the same time.

"Father, Grandpa, what's going on? Is dinner ready?"

Ma Wenxiang patted his empty stomach, looking hungry. "To be honest, I'm actually a little hungry right now."

A boy in his late teens is at the age where he can eat a lot. He gets hungry quickly, and his stomach and intestines digest everything clean in no time.

Grandpa Ma didn't say a word, and neither did Ma Xiulin.

Gradually, only Ma Wenxiang and his mother Wang Shiyun remained in the small house.

"Wenxiang, where are you going?"

The familiar voice faded away.

Ma Wenxiang's face stiffened, he shrank his neck, hesitated, turned around, and swallowed.

Immediately afterwards, heart-wrenching wails echoed from inside the room: "Mother! You can't do this! You're not just hitting your son, you're hitting Your Majesty!"

"Mother, you are committing a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of your family."

Ma Wenxiang cried out loudly, but the louder he shouted, the harder Wang Shiyun hit the child.

The sounds of slapping and banging inside the house, mixed with Ma Wenxiang's wails, were a stunning symphony in the Ming Dynasty.

Everyone who heard it was deeply moved.

"You little brat, you scared your old mother like that! Do you know how worried the family has been about this lately? Do you even understand the torment your grandfather, your father, and I have been going through?"

Wang Shiyun hit and cursed at the same time.

At this moment, it truly is a case of "a loving mother holding a stick, while her wandering son is struck."

Around noon.

When Ma Wenxiang limped out of the room, his mother's anger had mostly subsided.

However, he was in so much pain that he was grimacing, and even with the medicine applied, the swelling would definitely not go down in three, four, or five days.

The most terrifying thing is that after learning everything, my mother had considered every single detail.

Ten days is enough time for the injury to heal. In this way, only Ma Wenxiang suffered this pain, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the empress in the palace.

All I can say is that she truly lives up to her mother's reputation; Ma Wenxiang is utterly impressed.

Ma came in during the meal.

At this moment, he looked at Ma Wenxiang with a complicated and unreadable gaze. The other man's words and actions were completely those of a young man, and he had absolutely nothing to do with the dignified empress in the palace.

We've reached this point.

He seemed to have no choice but to believe it; the most important thing was the reaction of the other members of the Ma family around him.

Each of them treated the "Empress" in his eyes as if she were their own son, and their previous respect had vanished, replaced by scolding for the naughty boy.

"She is definitely not the Empress anymore."

The thought flashed through Ma Jin's mind, and he immediately understood.

At this point, he had no choice but to believe it.

For the rest of the journey, Ma Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally able to relax.

……

On the other side, outside Kunning Palace.

"Biao'er, your sister hasn't forgiven us yet. Aren't you going to help persuade her? We're all family. Are you really happy to see your own father being angry with her?"

Without saying a word, Zhu Yuanzhang immediately played the emotional card.

Zhu Biao glanced at the matter indifferently and then put it out of his mind.

As a child, you should be able to see whatever happens between your parents.

In a word.

Not participating is the wisest way to protect oneself, and the most sensible choice.

Should I get involved to help my father or my mother?

This is a complete mess, and in the end, we might not be able to please either side, which would be a real disaster.

Therefore, Zhu Biao remained silent during his stay in the palace.

If Father felt wronged, so be it; if Mother felt angry, so be it.

His position remained as stable as Mount Tai.

"Biao'er".

As Zhu Yuanzhang watched Zhu Biao's heartless departure, he kept calling out to him, hoping to awaken even a little bit of fatherly affection.

However, the results were minimal.