"Pfft..." Mu Shaoling couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
He vaguely noticed that Prince Le’s figure looked a bit disheveled.
Even the Imperial Army appeared to be snickering.
Yang Chuxia thought her son’s shout just now sounded exactly like the call from the Fancy Red Pavilion, "Sir, co again next ti!"
"You little rascal, why didn’t I know Aunt Dongyang gave your mom a bottle?"
"Well, now you do, don’t you?" Yangyang grinned slyly.
Then he glanced at the thousand tael silver note and walked over to Lele, "Give five hundred taels!"
Lele calmly took it and said, "I’ll have Uncle Ye Er exchange it, but rember, I borrowed four hundred and ninety-five taels from you. You still owe five taels, gotta repay."
"Brother, you obviously made a windfall, yet you’re fussing over five taels with . You’re too stingy; learn from Prince Le!"
"Clear accounts between brothers, haven’t you heard?" Lele tapped his little brother’s head, "Besides, it’s not like you didn’t make money either."
"True enough," Yangyang grinned mischievously and then said, "Brother, if you had this smart idea, you should’ve told earlier. We might have scamd him for more."
"It wasn’t suitable last night, and didn’t get the chance this morning."
"Ahem..." Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoling felt his brain couldn’t keep up, and after a long pause, he said, "No way, you two boys tead up deliberately to scam Prince Le?"
"Of course, scam him without negotiation!" Yangyang waved his little fist and said, "Coming to my house for a search, constantly coming, if he’s not annoyed, I sure am. Scam him once, let him taste the trouble, see if he dares to co again, and next ti he better co more prepared with silver."
After a pause, he added, "It’s already nice of us not to use the imperial gifts to scam them."
Having said that, he rubbed his little chin, chuckling, "Over four hundred taels of silver, enough for my allowance for several years. Tsk, it’s too profitable." Plus, his monthly allowance, it added up to even more, making Yangyang more delighted the more he thought.
"Ahem, Yangyang, since you’re so rich, can mom cancel your monthly allowance?" Yang Chuxia suppressed her urge to burst out laughing and her admiration for her sons, yet said this.
Upon hearing this, Yangyang turned to look at her, seemingly examining if she ant it seriously or not.
"No way, mom?" After a while, the little guy exclaid, "Do you really have to? This is unexpected fortune, it has nothing to do with my allowance, alright."
"Exactly, you can’t deny us als at ho because we’re eating outside now, can you?" Lele said in agreent for his own welfare, "That’s not reasonable, right Dad?"
Lele thought, if mom cut off his brother’s allowance, she’d probably cut off his too in fairness, and that wouldn’t do, he needed money.
Yang Chuxia found herself unable to retort against her sons, so she looked over at Ye Zi’an.
Ye Zi’an lowered his head, thinking, I didn’t hear anything, nor did I see anything.
"Dear Dad, no way, say sothing! Talk to mom, tell her not to cancel our allowance," Yangyang saw he wasn’t speaking, quickly ran up, tugging at Ye Zi’an’s sleeve, shaking it.
Yueyue saw this and snorted, "Sha! Second brother sha!" aning he’s already this big, still acting coy with dad, utterly shaless.
Upon being shaken and unable to keep pretending to be an ostrich, Ye Zi’an had no choice but to look at Yang Chuxia, "Honey, how about we leave things as they are? After all, this money isn’t even ours."
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