The last sentence was shouted with particular sadness, carrying a hint of heart-wrenching feeling.
Ye Zi’an burst out laughing again!
Lele covered his face, unable to bear watching his brother’s serious nonsense anymore.
Yang Chuxia raised an eyebrow at him, "You really are too fragile. Won are made of water, I think you’re made of glass. A single touch and you shatter; you kneel and it’s fractured bones, twisted muscles, and it’s more contagious than an infection. Tell , why are you learning martial arts with such frailty? From today, no martial arts practice for a month, how about that?"
She put down her cup, watching Yangyang’s face change from blue to red before continuing, "Practicing martial arts inevitably involves bumps and injuries, and even having a permanent court physician at ho wouldn’t work for you. Don’t you agree?"
"I didn’t say anything!" Yangyang, who had been wailing various complaints, suddenly jumped up from his chair, "Mother, you misheard. I didn’t say any of those words."
"There are only a few of us here, if it wasn’t you, then perhaps it was your brother?" Yang Chuxia asked, suppressing a laugh.
"It was my other self who said that, yes, that’s right. Like Prince Le, I have two souls," Yangyang said earnestly, "The other is more fragile, and all those words were from him, I had nothing to do with it."
Seeing that Yang Chuxia was silent, and afraid she really wouldn’t let him practice martial arts, Yangyang hurried over to her, jumping up and down, "Mother, see, I’m not in pain now. I’m fine, really!"
Ye Zi’an shook his head with amusent, "Alright, stop, your mom is just teasing you!"
Yang Chuxia pulled him over and pinched his little cheeks, "Look at you, you’re quite the little drama king!"
Glad that she wasn’t actually stopping his martial arts training, he giggled with his head buried in Yang Chuxia’s arm, "Hehe, Mom, I’m hungry."
Just then, Ming Lan had already brought the food back on the table.
"Go eat first!"
"I’m going." Yangyang stood up, giving Yang Chuxia a smack of a kiss on the cheek before scurrying off next door to eat.
"This child!"
Yang Chuxia chuckled.
When he ca back after eating, Ye Zi’an waved him over.
Yangyang noticed his seriousness and took two steps back, blinking mischievously, "Handso Dad, I already knelt at the ancestral hall and apologized to Mom; surely you wouldn’t hold it against , right?"
"Co here!" Ye Zi’an’s face remained expressionless.
Yangyang hesitated for a while, then cautiously approached, "Handso Dad!"
"I want to tell you, in the future when you encounter such situations, don’t get involved personally." Ye Zi’an pulled him into a hug, "Whether it’s the county officer or the brothel, just report the evidence to the governntal office. If the office doesn’t act, you can escalate further, but don’t act on your own. If you intervene, you’re overstepping, ssing up the rules."
"Right now, I’m working at the Ministry of Revenue. If soone at the Ministry of Revenue breaks the law, and soone from the Ministry of War happens to know and they handle it directly without informing us first, do you think that would be appropriate? Next ti, the Ministry of Revenue finds fault with soone from the Ministry of War and deals with it privately too. Worse, other departnts start imitating the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of War. Imagine how chaotic the governnt would be then?"
"Similarly, if everyone in society got involved in each other’s matters, what’d be the point of having those officials? Don’t you agree?"
Yangyang touched his forehead, then softly replied after a long while, "Handso Dad, I understand now, I won’t do that next ti."
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