"Dad, are you really not going to deal with mom?" Qingqing asked Ye Zi’an discontentedly.
Ye Zi’an remained silent.
"Big brother, second brother..." Seeing her dad’s lack of response, Qingqing could only turn to her two brothers for help.
Lele knocked on the table, "Your second brother just got back, let’s not talk about these things now." Saying this, he winked at Qingqing, silly boy, not knowing when to talk about serious matters.
"Exactly, let’s not discuss this today." Yangyang also said with a laugh.
The family chatted casually, and after a while soone ca in to say that the things Yangyang brought had arrived.
"The leather from the north is great, I brought back two boxes to make clothes for dad and mom."
"That’s very thoughtful of you."
Soon, the boxes were carried inside, and Yang Chuxia took a look, finding all top-grade leather, with sleek and long fur.
"The light gray and black ones can be used to make two cloaks for your dad."
Yangyang, hearing this, reached into the box and pulled out a piece of tawny leather, "This is tiger skin, later mom can help dad make two pairs of boots up to the thighs, dad’s legs aren’t good, they need warmth in winter."
Ye Zi’an’s legs were crippled earlier in his life, although healed later, as he aged, they would ache in winter or rainy weather, and Yangyang hadn’t forgotten this while being away.
"Yes, these will make good boots." Yang Chuxia was very pleased with the children’s filial piety.
Ye Zi’an also felt a sting in his eyes.
In the afternoon, Yang Xiayun’s family and Mu Shaoling’s family ca over.
Upon seeing Yangyang, the Commandery Princess Dongyang pulled him over to ask this and that, truly a mother-in-law seeing a son-in-law more favorably the more she looked.
Only amidst the favor, she felt a pity too, her Hua’en was still too young, another few years before getting married, having such a great son-in-law but not marrying him soon was unsettling.
Seeing Dongyang’s troubled face, Yang Xiayun knew what she was thinking, glanced behind her, and asked with a smile, "Where’s your Hua’en? Why didn’t she co along?"
"Don’t ntion her!" Dongyang said, waving her hand in anger, "She promised to co along with us, but as soon as we got to the door, she claid she wasn’t feeling well and didn’t wish to co."
"Mom, sister is really not feeling well." Little Miss Mu Huarong followed along, delicate and pretty like Mu Shaoling, making her instantly likable.
Mu Huarong’s outgoing nature made her more noticeable, and the Commandery Princess Dongyang was delighted at the sight of her.
She couldn’t help but speak to Yang Xiayun, "You say, how can two sisters born to the sa parents have such different personalities, Hua’en as quiet as wishing to stay in her room forever."
"Brother Yangyang, is the military camp fun?" Mu Huarong asked, holding Yangyang’s arm.
Yangyang casually pulled his arm free, "The military camp is no place for fun, not as amusing as the Capital City."
Not seeing Mu Huaen, his eyes flickered.
Mu Huarong wanted to ask him more, but he sidestepped to find Lele.
"Brother!"
From behind, he hugged Lele’s shoulders, the two brothers were similar in height, but Yangyang was noticeably more robust than Lele.
"Not chatting with your mother-in-law?"
"Don’t tease ."
"How’s life in the military camp these years?" Lele asked again.
"Not bad, you know, I’ve wanted to go to the military camp since I was little, now it’s a dream co true." Yangyang thought for a while and then said, "Bro, let’s have a chat."
"Sure, let’s go to the study."
Once in the study, Lele asked the servant to prepare tea.
"Bro, Qingqing wants to join the military camp, what do you think?"
"?" Lele said, "If he’s not going for fa and fortune, I don’t mind. But if he wants to make a na for himself on the battlefield, it won’t be easy. Our family has you, the Emperor won’t permit the Ye Family to have two who hold significant military power."
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