"Wow, uncle, what are you trying to do?" Yangyang put his hands on his hips and exclaid, "It’s wrong of you to sneak up on like that. And to think I was even going to ask if you wanted to have dinner at my house."
"What is Prince Le trying to do?" After Ye Zi’an finished talking with Yang Chuxia, he also ca into the room and just saw Prince Le stretching out a hand, but he was a bit far from the children. By the ti Ye Zi’an arrived, Yangyang had already jumped away on his own.
Hearing him speak, Yangyang tugged on his clothes, "Pretty dad, he’s being too much. He tried to grab my neck."
"Don’t be scared, there’s daddy here."
"Pretty dad, I’m not afraid at all." Yangyang raised his little fist, "Hmph, little master here is really good at martial arts; ordinary people can’t beat ."
He rembered that even pretty dad’s cousin couldn’t beat him.
Prince Le quietly sat there, observing the expressions of the father and sons.
He sneered, curling his lips.
Suddenly, he lunged at Yangyang again.
Just as Yangyang said, he wasn’t afraid; after pushing Lele away, he drew the soft sword that Ye Zi’an had given him from his waist.
"Yangyang..."
Seeing Ye Zi’an about to intervene, Prince Le curled his lips, but it was his guard who stepped forward and said, "Lord Ye, please stand aside, the prince won’t harm the little master."
Yangyang also exclaid, "Pretty dad, let handle it myself. I’ll spar with uncle."
The words from the little one carried such an adult deanor, making the cold-faced Prince Le’s expression soften a bit.
Ye Zi’an, seeing that Prince Le had no murderous intent and hearing Yangyang’s words, stepped aside to watch.
Prince Le started sparring with sword-wielding Yangyang with one hand.
Initially, Prince Le was rely playing around with him, but after a dozen moves, he found that the boy was quite skilled, so he engaged a bit more earnestly.
However, given his young age, after dozens of moves, Ye Zi’an noticed sweat forming on Yangyang’s forehead, and his little face was flushed red, yet he still persisted with a determined look.
Fortunately, Prince Le noticed this too and stopped on his own, saying, "Not bad!" After adjusting his sleeves and glancing at Ye Zi’an, he added, "You really have a good son."
After saying that, he left with his entourage like the wind.
This left everyone in the Ye Residence utterly bewildered. What was he here for, in the end?
Yangyang blinked, watching the direction he left, touched his head, and asked Ye Zi’an, "Could he have co just to fight with ?"
Ye Zi’an twitched at the corner of his eye, about to tell his son he was overthinking things, when Ye Yi, who had gone out, returned.
"What happened?"
"I heard Prince Le scolded the heir at the residence, and then he ca to our house."
"Scolded the heir of Prince Le?" Ye Zi’an mused.
"Exactly," Ye Yi continued, "Master, I heard that the heir of Prince Le is quite weak and that Prince Le was displeased with this and reprimanded him."
"Is that so?" When Ye Yi ntioned this, both children were still there, and upon hearing it, Lele said, "If that’s the case, I actually know why he ca."
"Let’s hear it!"
"Isn’t it obvious? His kid is probably around the sa age as my brother and . He definitely wanted to see if my brother and I would be as timid as his son. But he’d be disappointed."
"Tsk tsk," Yangyang put his soft sword back in its sheath and muttered, "By your logic, did he co to grab my neck to test if I’m scared? How strange, could he have grabbed his son’s neck too? And then his son cried? So he ca to see if I’d cry?"
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