"Alright, mother makes sense, I’ll go write."
Upon hearing him say that, Yang Chuxia knew he understood.
"Good boy, off you go."
Seeing him bow his head, ready to go upstairs, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but smile, having found the simplest way to handle this little rascal.
But her smile was caught full-on by Yangyang as he turned his head back.
"Mother, you’re tricking , aren’t you?"
Seeing him stop and stand still, Yang Chuxia raised her eyebrows, "Son, first of all, mother has naturally not deceived you. Secondly, even if mother did trick you, you still need to go and write. If you don’t practice your writing properly, are you asking for a spanking?"
The mont he saw his mother getting upset, Yangyang imdiately said repeatedly, "Mother, I’m going to write right now, right this instant." As he turned around, he even patted his little chest, muttering, "Mother’s change of face is so scary."
"Son, how many articles did your father ask you to copy? Not one less, you hear? I will check, and if I find you’ve copied even one article less or written any of them carelessly, I won’t go easy on you," she warned.
Yang Chuxia watched Yangyang on the stairs with a smile, and at her words, Yangyang was instantly stunned.
He had just planned to copy a few less. He was even prepared to say he got the count wrong, but how did his mother already know his plan?
He hurriedly pretended to wipe sweat from his forehead (though not a drop was there), "Mother, I will definitely complete the task, I won’t let you and handso dad down. I’m off to the study now."
After speaking, he ran up the stairs quickly, not lingering a mont longer.
Watching him go, Yang Chuxia chuckled. The boy’s clear preference for martial over literary pursuits was too obvious. If she told him to practice horse stance now, he would dash off without a word, but ask him to copy a piece of text and he’d dawdle and delay.
"What are you laughing at?" Ye Zi’an, who had just finished discussing business, saw her gazing at the stairs and laughing as he ca back.
"Laughing at your youngest son. The boy has such a clear bias for martial pursuits over literary ones; he’s so young yet already so set in his preferences."
Ye Zi’an felt quite content about this, chuckling, "As long as he likes it, that’s good. When he grows up, if he really wants to join the army, I won’t stop him. Lele is clearly destined for a scholarly path. It will be good to have one of each, one civil and one military, to support each other in court."
"Don’t get ahead of yourself, thinking about them entering court as officials. Lele wants to be a teacher."
The kid had a very clear goal.
Ye Zi’an smiled and remained silent; so things were not for him to decide.
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"Mother, are you going to town?" Early in the morning, Yangyang ca out of the training room and ran up the stairs.
At that mont, Yang Chuxia had just finished washing up.
"How did you know?" She had only discussed this with Ye Zi’an the night before.
Staying at ho all day with nothing else to do, she wanted to take the chance to go out more while she still could.
Yangyang just chuckled, "I overheard you talking in your room last night when I passed by."
"Mother, can I co with you?"
"Take you with us?" After thinking for a while, Yang Chuxia rembered Brother An telling her the previous night that they planned to have a couple’s outing. If they brought along a little stinker, wouldn’t it turn into a family expedition?
Recalling what he had overheard the night before, Yangyang suddenly exclaid, "Mother, you and handso dad aren’t planning to abandon , are you?"
"Indeed, that’s the case!" Before Yang Chuxia could reply, Ye Zi’an erged from the inner room. "I gave you your tasks for today last night; if you haven’t finished your work, you think you can join us to town?"
Yangyang imdiately held his forehead, "Now I finally understand why you suddenly gave extra howork. It was all to abandon ."
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