The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife Chapter 1943 - 1945: Maybe It’s Not as Bad as Imagined

"You old man, taking advantage of young girls at your age, don’t you have any sha?"

Yang Chuxia was furious with his arrogant tone, and the words she spoke were quite unpleasant, scaring Yang Dongxue into quickly pulling her back.

"Heh heh? Old man??" Both n and won dislike being called old, and even fewer like being called ugly.

"Isn’t it true?" Yang Chuxia snorted coldly, "My sister is only fourteen, how old are you? You should be ashad."

If Prince Le’s age were seen in modern tis, it would be a pri age, but in ancient tis, compared to teenage girls, he appeared old. It was heard he was only a year apart from Baili Yan, being around twenty-eight or nine, in two more years, in this era, he would probably have grandchildren.

"What of it? This prince loves young grass, what can you do?" Prince Le snorted again before walking off with his hands behind his back.

He arrived through the back door and left through the front door.

Only to ring out from afar, "In three days, if I don’t see the person I wish to see, this prince will start a murderous spree."

"You!! Damn it!"

"Third sister, let it go." Yang Dongxue tugged at her, "I know you don’t want to suffer. But think about it, the prince isn’t wrong. I’m just a village girl, normally I wouldn’t even get to see the prince’s face, let alone have the chance to be his consort. But now I not only get to see him, but also beco a Secondary Princess Consort; it’s a great blessing. Third sister, I’m not as worldly and capable as you. You might think being a concubine is disgraceful, but for a village girl, being the prince’s little wife is far better than being an ordinary wife."

"Moreover, now isn’t the ti for us to say no. Since it’s like this, let’s accept it. Maybe it’s not as bad as we think?"

The young girl’s eyes were bright and clear, like a pristine lake, bright and determined.

Yang Chuxia suddenly realized this was a girl with her own opinions, not as naive about the world as imagined.

"Auntie!! Ah!"

"What are you sighing for, little rascal?" Seeing Yangyang with his head down, Yang Dongxue couldn’t help but laugh.

"It’s so sad." Yangyang sighed, "Does this an in three days I have to call that big baddie uncle? I don’t want to..."

"Ah!" Speaking of this, not only was Yangyang sighing, but Yang Chuxia also sighed, "Even if you agree, it’s only three days, there’s not enough ti to prepare, and neither fourth aunt nor fourth uncle can co."

You can tell Yang Dongxue is truly willing, and since that’s the case, there’s nothing more to say, especially since everyone understands what’s in between.

Prince Le really could resort to murder; perhaps out of selfishness, it wasn’t worth having everyone sacrificed just to stop the marriage.

If that were the case, even Dongxue might misunderstand, thinking she was blocking her happiness.

"No need to worry, sister, the prince said earlier he’d have so things sent over."

"..." So, you actually agreed in private? So no matter how much she tried to stop it, it would be useless?

Returning to the Bamboo Courtyard, letting Yangyang go play with the brothers, she entered the inner chamber herself.

Thinking about it, she took out so of the jewelry she made before.

If things must go this way, she should at least prepare so dowries for Dongxue.