Seeing his expression, Ye Zi’an knew that these were probably all true.
Then noticing the clothes he hadn’t taken off yet, as well as the bird feather hat, he couldn’t help but cover his face, "Son, why are you always causing such a stir?"
"Handso Dad, please help explain to Mom," Yangyang tugged at Ye Zi’an’s clothes, "I didn’t intentionally ss with those people, and besides, they deserved it. I was just doing what’s right for the people, right?"
"Do you think you’re the Buddha? Saving the world?"
Yang Chuxia felt like dragging this mischievous kid over to give him a spanking. If she didn’t, one day he might dare to burn down soone’s palace.
"I’m the Buddha’s disciple. I may not be able to save the world, but I can still rid the people of harm," Yangyang sheepishly scratched his head. Mom’s analogy was too grand. How could he compare to Buddha?
"You..." Hearing this, Yang Chuxia beca even more agitated, "Co here right now. If I don’t teach you a lesson today, I’ll write my na backwards."
She reached out to grab him, but Yangyang saw that Ye Zi’an wasn’t protecting him, so he turned around and ran. Spotting a tree, he climbed up swiftly and called back to Yang Chuxia, "Mom, I think your na sounds nicer written backward. Xia Chuyang is such an elegant na."
"Pfft..." This kid has grown up to be ridiculously infuriatingly mischievous.
"Yangyang, co down. Admit your mistake and accept your punishnt obediently, and this matter will pass. If you stay up there for a quarter-hour longer, this won’t blow over until next year."
Ye Zi’an saw that Yang Chuxia was red with anger, and patted her shoulder, indicating he’d handle it.
"Handso Dad, I didn’t do anything wrong, so why should I admit a mistake?" Yangyang stiffened his neck, "If Mom wants to hit , I’ll stand still and let her, as it’s my job as a son to amuse her. But why should I admit any wrongdoing?"
Ye Zi’an thought to himself, if taught properly, this child would grow up to be a skilled negotiator.
Seeing Ye Zi’an remain silent, Yangyang continued, "Handso Dad, you have no idea about those people. I’m already being kind by not killing them. Take that county officer in Shandong, he coveted soone’s pearl, a family heirloom. When he couldn’t get it through sches, he sent bailiffs disguised as bandits to rob the house. It’s bad enough they robbed, but they even killed the family."
"Then there’s those brothels in Mingchuan, where so many daughters from good families are imprisoned, so are as young as Yueyue. If I don’t burn them, then who will I burn?"
"As for that clinic, they took money for two prescriptions but gave only enough for one. Isn’t a clinic supposed to save lives? If they can’t save people but bully them, what’s the point of their existence? If I don’t take their dicine, whose should I take?"
"Hmph, anyway, I’m not wrong!" Yangyang huffed and turned his head away, "Fine, punish if you want, but I won’t admit my fault, no matter what."
Ye Zi’an listened silently to his grievances. Seeing his little face puffed with anger, he smiled; this was truly stubbornness.
Yangyang, noticing his smile, thought maybe Handso Dad had lost his mind with anger. Why else would he be smiling?
"You’re right; these people should indeed be punished." After a pause, Ye Zi’an said, "However, it’s not your place to punish them. For instance, that county officer, as a governnt official, if he’s committed cris, it’s up to his chief and the court to investigate. You’re just a child, neither an official nor a titled noble, ddling in this is overstepping. Without rules, there can be no order; taking matters of the court into your own hands is wrong!"
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