"These tiger skins are basically free, what’s the harm in giving one to my dad?" Lele rolled his eyes and added, "He’s my real dad! My own flesh and blood, how could I be reluctant to part with a tiger skin?"
Lele thought about how his father fought for a royal title for him; if he couldn’t even part with a tiger skin, wouldn’t that be too unfilial?
"Alright, let’s keep it then." Yang Chuxia laughed, "We can make your father a cape from it later."
As the three of them were chatting, Ye Zi’an returned and happened to hear Lele’s words, which ward his heart.
"Why are you back so late?" Yang Chuxia asked.
"Spent the afternoon playing chess with the Emperor, with Prince Le and Concubine Ming by the side." Speaking of Concubine Ming, he glanced at Chengcheng, who was quietly listening, and picked him up in his arms, "Chengcheng, are you comfortable staying here?"
"Comfortable!" Chengcheng replied crisply, then added, "Uncle, I want to go to school with my brother."
"Go to school?" Ye Zi’an shook his head, "You’re too young, you can’t go to school yet. Stay at ho and play with Yueyue and Qingqing, wait for your brothers to co back from school and then play with you, okay?"
After thinking for a while, Chengcheng nodded, "Okay!"
Seeing him so obedient, Ye Zi’an patted his chubby face, then the little guy suddenly laughed, "Uncle, I like you!"
"Uncle likes you too!" Ye Zi’an, caught in the mont, even kissed him on the forehead.
This feeling was sothing Chengcheng had never experienced before; at least Mu Shaoling never did such things, so his little face was happily flushed.
Ye Zi’an, seeing this, said to Yang Chuxia, "When Mu Shaoling cos back soday, if I tell him about this, he might poison and blind ."
"Then don’t show off in front of him."
Ye Zi’an laughed at the remark, noticing Lele still looking at things, he leaned over to take a look and said, "Hmm, your mother is good at this, unlike you. Your father was too embarrassed to criticize you yesterday. Although your father doesn’t do business, when he heard you selling all skins for thirty taels, he thought only a fool would do such a thing."
Lele put down the paper and looked at Ye Zi’an with resentnt, suddenly realizing he couldn’t stay here anymore. Is there no family love left here?
Everyone’s coming to criticize him, what’s the aning of this!
"Tsk, tsk." Ye Zi’an shook his head at him, "What are you sulking for? Boys should be resilient to setbacks; a bit of criticism is healthy."
"Haha!" Yangyang laughed, "Father is right!"
Even Yang Chuxia laughed.
A while later, Yueyue and Qingqing ca over. Seeing Ye Zi’an holding Qingqing, Yueyue stretched out her arms, asking to be held too, so Ye Zi’an had to have one sit on each leg.
Qingqing seeing this, ran over to sit in Yang Chuxia’s lap.
At night, the children had all returned to their rooms.
Ye Zi’an leaned against the bed and said, "There’ll be a decree at ho tomorrow, rember to prepare the incense altar."
"What is it?" Yang Chuxia paused, "A decree for your reappointnt?"
"Yes, to beco Assistant Minister at the Ministry of War."
"Oh?" Yang Chuxia laughed, "Should I congratulate you on your promotion?" She rembered that a Prefect was a fourth-rank official and Assistant Ministers were generally third-rank.
"Nothing worth congratulating." Ye Zi’an waved his hand, "Even though the Emperor agreed and tomorrow’s decree is prepared, watch out. Things aren’t that simple; Prince Le will surely stir up trouble. Whether I can hold this Assistant Minister position steadily is still uncertain."
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