Yang Dachuan smiled and left without saying anything.
At dinner ti, as expected, Ms. Wang brought a pot of fish head tofu soup to the table.
"Brother An, you must be exhausted from studying these days. Here, I made you so soup. Drink more," she said.
"Thank you, Third Aunt!"
Ye Zi’an had always been touched by Ms. Wang’s kindness, thinking that his own mother would probably do the sa.
As for the soup, it was extrely satisfying. The flavor was perfectly tailored to his preferences, which even made his teacher Mr. Luo jealous.
Yang Chuxia, however, couldn’t help but smile, causing Ye Zi’an to blush.
It turned out that Ms. Wang thought Ye Zi’an had been studying like crazy lately and must be exhausted. In reality, he had stopped studying from two days ago, reading so miscellaneous books or practicing handwriting just to calm his mind. There was no way he could be tired.
After dinner, and under Ms. Wang and Yang Dachuan’s urging, she decided to show so concern for An Ge.
"Brother An, are you nervous?" she asked quite formally.
"Why should I be nervous?"
"Oh, that’s good!" After a pause, she continued, "But my mom and dad are nervous."
Yang Chuxia was speechless. Yang Dachuan and Ms. Wang were just like those modern parents with children taking the college entrance exam.
But there was a problem: were they focusing their anxiety on the wrong person? Their own son was still in school.
"I can tell," Ye Zi’an nodded at her words. "But it will be fine after these days. I’ll go to the county at the end of the month, and the county exam will be in early March. It will be over in about a month. You just need to reassure Third Uncle and Aunt from ti to ti, telling them that I’m confident."
Yang Chuxia silently nodded. Those who should be nervous weren’t, and those who shouldn’t be nervous were. And now she had to think about comforting them. Everything was turned upside down.
"Okay, I understand. I believe in you!"
~~~~~
Ti flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of February. Going to the county with Ye Zi’an were Mr. Luo and two servants, Fugui and Qingyou, responsible for taking care of their daily lives.
Upon arrival, their accommodation in the county had been arranged in advance. They didn’t stay in a store or visit Mu Shaoling. Instead, they found a small courtyard.
Watching the horse carriage slowly leave, Yang Dachuan and Ms. Wang’s anxiety, which had subsided over these days, rose again.
Ms. Wang was even more extre, lighting sandalwood and burning it three tis a day without fail. Yang Chuxia was quite moved by her mother’s dedication.
"Mom, if Brother An doesn’t pass the exam, he’ll really let down all your efforts," Yang Chuxia said casually while sitting in a chair and cracking lon seeds, looking at her mother and laughing.
Unexpectedly, Ms. Wang glared at her and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, you silly girl, don’t jinx it! He will definitely pass the exam."
"Yes, yes, he will definitely pass," Yang Chuxia hastily nodded, thinking to herself that no wonder Qingrui always suspected who was his real mother.
While Yang Chuxia was fretting about this, soone else was fretting about her on the other side.
Of course, this fretting wasn’t a good thing, but it wasn’t her fault, was it? She couldn’t have predicted it, right?
Over at the Yang Family’s old house, the atmosphere was heavy, with occasional crying sounds.
Yang Da’an and Ms. Liu sat at one end, sighing. Yang Dongzhi, their daughter who had returned from her mother’s house, was taking great pleasure in the family’s misfortune with a smug look on her face.
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