"The Li Family is your aunt’s family. What could be inappropriate about relatives on the sa side?" Old Madam Luo argued back, "I certainly wouldn’t harm my own granddaughter."
"What exactly is appropriate about the Li Family? The young master of the Li Family gets along well with Prince Ping, yet you are marrying my royal cousin to him. Do you think that’s appropriate?" Baili Yan’s eyes darkened as he continued, "Do you think that I, as the King, am not going to succeed, so you’re in a hurry to make alliances to ensure the Luo Family continues to thrive?"
Baili Yan’s words were quite serious, directly suggesting that Old Madam Luo believed he would not ascend the throne, fearing repercussions, and was eagerly seeking protection.
Even though Old Madam Luo indeed harbored such worries and intentions, she would never admit it.
Seeing her remaining silent, Baili Yan said, "I don’t think this is a good match. Grandmother, please cancel it quickly, and there’s no need to worry about Linhao’s marriage either. My uncle and I will handle this matter."
"Yes, Prince Zhuang is right, I understand," Old Madam Luo said, though in her heart she didn’t take Prince Zhuang’s words seriously.
"As long as you understand. I hope Grandmother has an accurate judgnt, no matter how chaotic it gets inside, don’t let it drag in outsiders. Besides, are there any siblings in the imperial family closer than you and I?"
After speaking, Baili Yan did not stay long at the Luo Residence. Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an left with him, while Old Mu stayed behind as he had so words to say.
Leaving the Luo Residence, Baili Yan looked at Yang Chuxia, "You were impulsive today! The Luo Family is not a hundred-year family you can ddle with easily."
"I know," Yang Chuxia said. "Before I left, I had Brother An go find my uncle. Considering the ti, it should be about right."
Hearing this, Baili Yan snorted and said, "I haven’t eaten lunch yet. I’ll have sothing at your place. It’s closer."
Hearing this, Yang Chuxia’s mouth twitched slightly, thinking to herself that the distance was indeed about the sa.
Back at the Ye Residence, Yangyang ran up to Baili Yan first.
"Uncle," his warmth imdiately brought a smile to Baili Yan’s otherwise cold face. "Uncle, I haven’t seen you in so long, I missed you."
Hearing this, Yang Chuxia’s mouth twitched again. This child is so flattering, he’s been in the Capital City for days and never ntioned going to Prince Zhuang’s Mansion to find uncle or cousin.
"Really? How co I haven’t seen you co to visit ?"
"I have to follow the teacher to study, no ti." Yangyang spread his hands, indicating how busy he was.
Upon hearing he had classes, Yang Chuxia wondered why he was still here at this ti.
Lele, without waiting for her to ask, replied, "Mom, our teacher isn’t feeling well. We have half a day off in the afternoon."
"What’s wrong with your teacher? Did you call for a doctor?"
"Stomach discomfort," Lele said, "He took dicine."
"Oh, then later you and Yangyang go check on your teacher. If he’s not better, call the doctor to take a look."
"Got it."
"Uncle, have you had lunch yet?" Yangyang, holding Baili Yan’s hand, asked again.
"I’m here to have lunch at your place," Baili Yan said with a smile.
"Uncle, you ca at the right ti today," Yangyang said. "The kitchen made lots of delicious things, even cold rice noodles from Mianyang. They’re refreshing, sour, and cool; perfect for this weather. You’ll definitely like them."
"Really? Then I must try them."
"Tsk tsk, little flatterer," Ye Zi’an shook his head from behind.
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