"Where did you get the idea it’s that exaggerated. But speaking early is true indeed."
"You’re just being modest, sis."
Yang Qingtong didn’t think it was an exaggeration at all. An eleven-month-old child looked at Lele just now with such an authoritative air that even Yangyang, who is usually so bold, stayed obediently still.
After leaving the children with Li and the mothers, she and Yang Qingtong headed to the front courtyard, preparing to check on the Wang Family and see if they needed any help. Old Yang’s "fifth seven-day period" after death was just a few days away.
But as soon as they reached the front courtyard, they heard soone outside calling Yang Chuxia’s na.
"Yang Chuxia, Yang Chuxia!"
Then they heard the gatekeeper’s servant say, "Miss, please stop shouting. I’ll go and announce you right away."
Just two more steps, and they indeed saw that servant.
"Madam, there’s a young lady outside looking for you."
"A lady? Do you recognize her?"
The servant shook his head, "She’s not from our village, I don’t recognize her."
Yang Chuxia wondered who could be looking for her.
As they reached the gate, they saw two carriages stopped outside, with several horses beside them, and a young lady in front of the carriages, followed by several guards and a maidservant.
However, upon seeing the young lady’s attire, Yang Chuxia felt a bit overwheld. Was this a palette or a mobile paint supply? It was just too, too bright.
On a second look at her hairstyle, it had the feel of an ethnic minority girl, and she guessed who the visitor might be.
"Commandery Princess Dongyang?"
"Yang Chuxia?"
The young girl, hearing her title called out by Yang Chuxia, was imdiately delighted, hurried towards her, and even stretched out her arms as if to embrace her.
No, she did not like hugs from strangers. So, Yang Chuxia instinctively dodged.
"Hey, what are you dodging for?" Commandery Princess Dongyang was taken aback, then stamped her foot, "Just a hug, this is the most special greeting we of the Tayun Tribe give to friends."
"Ahem" Hearing this, Yang Chuxia felt a bit embarrassed but then realized sothing was wrong. This was her ho; how could the princess be the one welcoming her?
"Hehe, different ethnicities, different customs, sorry, sorry, hehe."
Having heard that, Commandery Princess Dongyang lowered her arms and then stared straight at Yang Chuxia.
Yang Chuxia was not accustod to being scrutinized like this and felt very uncomfortable.
"I’ve noticed you’re quite pretty," Commandery Princess Dongyang concluded after a mont, and then, circling Yang Chuxia, added, "Your figure isn’t bad either, your chest is bigger than mine."
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia almost got confused.
"Cough cough..." And Yang Qingtong almost choked on his own saliva, wishing he didn’t exist at that mont.
That commandery princess sure was bold. My heavens, she could actually say sothing like that.
Looking at the people the princess had brought with her, one maidservant seed to be used to it already, and though several of the guards were looking down, their shaking shoulders gave away their current mood.
"What are you laughing at? I’m just speaking the truth. I’m courageous enough to acknowledge my shortcomings," said Commandery Princess Dongyang, giving her another look. "I know you have two children now; no wonder my mother said that won who’ve had children tend to have larger breasts. So, it’s true then."
Hearing this again, Yang Qingtong was so astonished that he was almost at a loss for words. It took him a while to find his voice again.
Quickly looking down at Yang Chuxia, he said, "Sis, I’m going ho now, okay? I’ll visit so other ti. Commandery Princess, I take my leave!"
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