And that carriage—after Ye Zi’an’s carriage left, another followed suit, its curtains open and revealing several people inside. Now you tell no one was following—aren’t you just being hilarious?
As Yang Chuxia looked toward Old Lady Cao, Old Lady Cao also looked back at her, but her expression could hardly be described as pleasant, and her gaze was particularly chilly.
"Are you the wife of my grand nephew?"
With no one holding her back, she darted up to Yang Chuxia.
"Before confirming who I am, why don’t we talk about who exactly your grand nephew is? Running over here to send a servant to my husband without reason is simply nonsensical. My husband clearly has no idea about this kinship."
It’s bewildering nowadays—out of nowhere, a relative appears, and while you’re free to acknowledge them, they even bring soone along. Of course, if you send a man, I wouldn’t say much, considering he might be seeking a better future. But sending a woman, and such a delicate one at that, calling her a maid—what she truly turns out to be is anyone’s guess.
"My grand nephew is none other than Ye Zi’an, and our Cao Family is the maternal ho of Ye Bosheng’s mother," spoke Old Lady Cao again, "Old man, you tell them!"
"My sister did indeed marry into the Ye Family of Yangshu Village, and I watched Ye Bosheng grow up since he was a child." The old man looked to be about the sa age as Land Officer Yang.
Especially when he spotted Land Officer Yang, he scrutinized for quite a while before a glint of recognition flashed in his eyes, "Brother Yang, I didn’t expect you to still be alive. Do you still rember ? I’ve t you before when I visited Yangshu Village."
As his words fell, the surroundings beca eerily quiet.
Upon hearing this, Land Officer Yang only rolled his eyes.
Land Officer’s wife imdiately bristled.
Yang Chuxia: "..." So, had her great-uncle been declared dead?
These old man and woman are acting a bit peculiar.
"Oh, it’s you. Haven’t seen you for many years, and here you are, alive with your white hair. Am I supposed to be dead with my black hair? What brings you here today? Didn’t your two families cut off ties? An uncle severing relations with his nephew, not even showing up when the nephew died—what are you doing here now?"
From Land Officer Yang’s words, Yang Chuxia almost understood the situation—apparently, they were indeed Zi’an’s granduncle and grandaunt, but relations had been severed. Probably because of this exactly, Ye Bosheng hadn’t inford Zi’an about them.
"Hey now, that’s not quite right, is it? How can you say our relationship was severed? Wasn’t it that no one inford us when Bosheng died? Moreover, isn’t it only natural for to visit my grand nephew’s ho, why even ask why?"
After finishing, she also addressed Yang Chuxia, "Grand nephew’s wife, did you hear that? We truly are your granduncle and grandaunt. Where does your family live now? I’ve heard it’s the biggest house in the village. Relatives are visiting, aren’t you going to invite us in for a sit-down?"
Old Lady Cao couldn’t help but feel displeased with her grand nephew’s wife, looking fancy and bewitching.
Just look at what she’s wearing on her head—those are gold hairpins, aren’t they? And the pearls on her hands...
And that dress of hers, it’s made of silk, isn’t it? She hadn’t seen many people in town wearing such clothing. Well, actually, she was of too low a status to have ever witnessed the young ladies from the significant families in town.
Unexpectedly, the son of her nephew Ye Bosheng turned out to be so impressive, even becoming an Advanced Scholar and a governnt official. It’s a pity though, he’s already married. But that’s no matter; what’s marriage to them? I hear the wealthy families like taking in concubines.
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