The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an lifted the carriage curtain and saw that it was indeed Fugui.

In just a short while, the two carriages arrived in front of them.

Ye Zi’an jumped off the carriage, "Xiaxia!"

"Brother An, how come you are here?" Yang Chuxia’s eyes lit up with joy when she saw Brother An, "Quick, get on!"

"Hmm."

Seeing Brother An getting on the carriage, Xiuer felt it was inappropriate for her to stay inside, so she went to the other carriage. After she settled down, Ye Zi’an said, "Let’s hurry back to our village first."

After that, he turned to Yang Chuxia, "Let’s not check on the store for now, let’s head back to the village."

"What happened?"

"Xiaxia, indeed there is something going on. It’s good news for us, but I’m afraid it’s terrible news for others."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia straightened up, "What’s the mysterious thing? Tell me quickly, don’t leave me hanging."

Speaking of this matter, Ye Zi’an lowered his voice, "We received a message from the Capital City. The Emperor has advanced the date for the selection of consorts. The selection will begin in September and all marriage arrangements are to be halted, with the selection taking precedence."

"Damn, this old Emperor is really lecherous!" To halt all marriage arrangements was like telling those who were about to get married to wait for the Emperor’s selection first? To marry someone only after his Majesty had finished choosing?

Isn’t this a trap? What if there are lovers who are meant to be together? Isn’t this breaking up love stories?

"The imperial edict is estimated to reach Funan by the end of August, and the selection must happen in September."

Yang Chuxia’s eyes rolled, and she suddenly caught onto the most critical point in this matter.

She grinned, "Xiao Anzi, so that means, we have to get married first, right?"

"Yes, we have to get married as soon as possible." Ye Zi’an hugged Yang Chuxia and whispered with a smile, "Is Xiaxia happy?"

"Tsk, Xiao Anzi, you seem extra excited."

Ye Zi’an raised his head proudly, "Of course I’m excited. If a man isn’t happy about marrying his bride, he must be a fool."

"Pfft" Yang Chuxia wrapped her arm around Ye Zi’an’s neck and laughed, "Showing off! But I love it when you show off occasionally. Come on, let me give you a kiss."

Ye Zi’an’s mouth twitched, "Xiaxia, don’t you think it’s wrong to always steal my lines?"

"Who cares if it’s right or wrong, let me kiss you first."

Well, some Xiaxia was a tyrannical woman, savagely assaulting Ye Zi’an’s lips.

"Brother An, you look so handsome!" Especially when his ears turned red, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes sparkled with passion. How tempting!

"Lusty woman!"

"Hehe" Yang Chuxia straddled Ye Zi’an and started touching him, "Come on, tell me if you like me being lustful like this."

Her hands were caressing his chest, but why was she sliding them downward?

Anzi’s heart was collapsing. This little rascal, flirting in broad daylight but not willing to give in.

"Xiaxia, I won’t be able to hold back if you keep this up." His voice was hoarse as soon as he spoke.

"Why not just don’t hold back?" Yang Chuxia asked seductively.

"Hmph!" Ye Zi’an saw that she didn’t intend to stop but rather went on with more provocations. He swiftly changed their positions and asked mischievously, "Not holding back anymore?"

"This is in a carriage, you know. If you can’t hold back, I don’t mind." Yang Chuxia poked him, thinking he wouldn’t dare to do anything to her here.

As expected, the usually calm Ye Zi’an’s eyes were blazing with fire. He stared at her fiercely, then bit her neck as punishment and muttered, "Little rascal, always teasing."