The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Old Mu had been operating in the military for many years, cultivating a host of loyal followers as well as various other forces; naturally, the Luo Family coveted his position.

Otherwise, Luo Linhao wouldn’t have ended up in Funan. But it also goes to show how venomous that group was, to be able to lay hands on a child. Old Mu labored abroad for the sake of the family, sending back so much wealth every year, yet they couldn’t even accommodate his wife and children.

"Linhao, your father has only you as a son, and those people, already harboring thoughts of usurpation, won’t easily cease their efforts. And you are their biggest threat; with you around, your father naturally won’t consider his other nephews. But if you were to disappear from this world, your father would inevitably have to look within the family to find someone to replace him. The Luo Family has such a large enterprise that, before your eldest cousin settles down, your father won’t abandon it, nor can he in the future. Otherwise, the Luo Family would be like fish on a chopping block, completely at the mercy of others. So you must take good care of yourself, and keep an eye even on those close to you."

"Cousin-in-law, I understand, I’ll be very, very careful."

Yang Chuxia’s words he naturally grasped, for Mu Shaoling had analyzed these matters with him as well. However, what he hadn’t expected was that his cousin-in-law, a mere woman, would also comprehend all this.

"That’s good to know."

Seeing that he took her words to heart, Yang Chuxia also let go of some of her worries. After all, once he and Yunyun were settled, he would be her brother-in-law.

"By the way, when do you plan to formally propose marriage at my house?"

"Brother Shaoling said that since we’ve decided, we should do it as soon as possible. We’ll go the day after tomorrow, and once things are settled, we’ll immediately return to the capital. Those people have thought I was dead these past few years."

Luo Linhao was quite contemptuous of this fact; they couldn’t even obtain this bit of information, yet they dreamed of going to the military barracks? They wouldn’t even know how they died when the time came.

"Alright, I’ll inform my parents about this. They’ve been concerned about this matter, fearing that your father would disdain the status of the Yang Family and refuse."

Ever since the incident with Li Ao, both Yang Dachuan and Ms. Wang had indeed inquired about her intentions more than once. Although she told them that Old Mu would likely agree, they still didn’t quite believe it.

Especially these past few days, they had asked again. It wasn’t that they were greedy for the wealth and status of the Luo Family and wanted to cling to them; they were probably more worried about Yunyun being heartbroken. Kids these days mature early, and at the age of ten, they understand some things already.

"My father would never look down on these matters. He’s a military man, and military men don’t usually care about that. Moreover, my father also said it’s better to settle the engagement early, otherwise, they’ll start scheming about my marriage."

If those people were allowed to meddle in his marriage, what kind of suitable match could they find? Each one of them was either spoiled rotten or a foolish nincompoop who knew nothing.

"That’s good. I’ll tell my parents to get ready as well."

When she later discussed the matter with Ye Zi’an that evening, he didn’t seem surprised, as his understanding of Old Mu assured him of the positive response.

"My lady, in such a beautiful moment, it’s not nice to keep talking about others, is it?"

Ye Zi’an, seeing her still thinking about what gifts to send to Yang Xiayun and Luo Linhao as an engagement present, felt deeply ignored once again.

"How can it be about others? Yunyun is my sister."

"She is still others. Everyone apart from you is someone else," Ye Zi’an thought. A wife is referred to as ’inside person.’ A man only has one wife, so wouldn’t everyone else be considered outsiders?

Ye Zi’an took down her hand that was propped under her chin, "My lady, let’s do something meaningful."