A few days later, Ming Rui's letter arrived in the capital. Ming Rui wrote several letters, one for his grandparents, his parents, and his younger brothers and sisters.
Zhulan looked at the thick stack of letters, "Ming Rui is such a meticulous child."
He took care of everyone, not leaving anyone out.
Zhao touched the envelope, missing her son, "This child is like his father."
Zhulan smiled, "He is also like you."
He attends to everything carefully, which is good, but keeping everything on his mind is too tiring.
Unable to wait, Zhao took the letter to read, and Zhulan also opened Ming Rui's letter, which was long. Ming Rui wrote about his insights from what he observed along the way, and seeing him teaching children to read made Zhulan smile.
That night, Chang Yi came home and read his son's letter, then he took it to the main courtyard to find his father, "Father, have you read Ming Rui's letter?"
Zhou Shuren, "Yes."
