"Mmm, thank you, Auntie. I will be filial to you in the future," Yangyang smiled mischievously as he clutched at the hand of Commandery Princess Dongyang. This sight caused Mu Shaoling such eye pain.
Even Yang Chuxia felt like she had raised sobody else’s son.
Ye Zi’an outright chuckled. His second son was pretty clever, knowing that to marry a wife, one must first curry favor with the mother-in-law. Once the mother-in-law was pleased, the father-in-law would be no trouble at all.
"Zi’an, co here," Ye Zi’an called Yangyang over with a wave.
"Handso Dad!"
"Zi’an, Handso Dad is telling you that even after you marry a wife, you can’t forget about your mother. It’s good to be filial to your mother-in-law, but you must not forget your birth mother," Ye Zi’an said with earnest gravity.
"Oh, Handso Dad, I know that. Am I that stupid?" Yangyang waved his hand discontentedly, "Don’t worry, I know the proper asure."
However, that asure of his directly collapsed on the day Dongyang gave birth.
As May progressed, Dongyang’s child was already over eight months along. Early that day, Mu Shaoling prepared to take her back to the county town to be ready for the birth since one obviously couldn’t just have the baby in soone else’s ho.
Who would have known that upon their return to the county town, quite inexplicably, the footpath to their residence had loose pebbles that she accidentally stepped on? Not only did she nearly slip and fall, but that very night she had signs of premature labor and delivered a boy.
This left Mu Shaoling both elated and incredibly angry. How could there be pebbles on the path? What were the gardeners doing? At that mont, he reprimanded quite a few people. Had it not been for the inauspiciousness of bloodshed with a newborn in the house, he might have executed several of them.
When the news reached Yang Chuxia, she was very happy that Dongyang had given birth to a boy. In a prominent family, males were favored over females. A son was one of the pillars for a woman to establish her position within the family.
But there was one person who felt very sad about the news, terribly sad!
That was young master Ye Haoyang.
At ho, he was wailing, "Mother, I’ve lost my wife-to-be, I’ve lost my wife-to-be."
"Handso Dad, I’m so pitiful. My wife-to-be is gone." As he cried, he even climbed onto the soft couch and beat his thighs in despair.
The spectacle was simply an eyesore!
Ye Zi’an once again thought to himself, who had switched his son? Was this a little shrew? Was this his usually lively and adorable son?
"Son!" Yang Chuxia finally couldn’t bear it anymore, and beckoned to Yangyang, "Crying won’t solve anything. This ti you didn’t get your wife-to-be; perhaps she was detained on the way. Anyway, your Aunt Dongyang won’t just have one child. There will always be one who can be your wife-to-be. What’s the rush? Just wait patiently."
"But what if I keep waiting and she never cos?"
"This..." Yes, what if Dongyang continues to have sons? "Son, if Uncle Shaoling’s family doesn’t have your wife-to-be, then you’ll just have to wait and look in Uncle Shaofeng’s family. Uncle Shaofeng and Uncle Shaoling are brothers, and their children are all equally beautiful."
"..." Ye Zi’an silently bowed his head. Was it really okay to tell the child this?
"Uncle Shaofeng?" Yangyang blinked, "I’ve never t Uncle Shaofeng."
"You t him when you were little. The day after tomorrow is Uncle Shaoling’s brother’s baptism; maybe he will co to find Uncle Shaoling. Even if not this ti, you’ll see him eventually."
"Well, alright then."
Only then did Yangyang stop crying, wiped his tears, and finally went off to the study.
Yang Chuxia wiped the sweat off her forehead and was speechless about him, "This mischievous boy is so young yet he’s already pining for a wife-to-be. It’s making this mother a little jealous."
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