Chapter 969 - 970: Until We Meet Again_1
"Hey, have you two old men finished saying your goodbyes yet? It’s like watching a bunch of sappy old ladies."
Seeing Mu Shaoling and the others still talking, Luo Linhao started to hurry them along, but the words that came out of his mouth were just asking to be punched.
Mu Shaoling ignored him and turned to Ye Zi’an, saying, "The green mountains will not change, the green waters will forever flow. I hope to see you in the Capital City soon. Don’t let us wait until our hair turns white."
In Great Zhou, officials typically served for three years, and if Ye Zi’an did well in Mianyang, he would have the chance to be promoted after three years. However, there were two ranks separating a County Magistrate from a Prefect. Of course, if his achievements were outstanding, he could be promoted directly from County Magistrate to Prefect. And in Great Zhou, only those who were Prefects or above had the opportunity to come to the capital to report on their duties once a year.
That’s why Mu Shaoling made that remark—to see them in the Capital City would take at least four to six years.
"You’re overthinking it. The Emperor only gave me six years. If I don’t make it to the Capital City within that time, I’ll have to go home and eat myself," Ye Zi’an hadn’t forgotten the Emperor’s words.
"That would be for the best! Until we meet again."
After saying that, Mu Shaoling too mounted his horse. It was a fact that he and Ye Zi’an had always been sniping at each other. It really wasn’t possible for the two to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk, so even their parting was stiff and formal.
Compared to him, Mu Shaofeng was much more natural, "Zi’an, we’ll see each other again. Xiaxia, even if I don’t come by often, don’t forget to include me when you strike it rich with some good finds."
"Don’t worry, if there’s anything good, I definitely won’t forget you."
The past few years of collaboration with Mu Shaofeng had been quite enjoyable. Mu Shaofeng wasn’t the type to quibble over every little thing, and neither was she, so both families had made a good deal of money. Moreover, Mu Shaofeng often brought back some novel items for her, seemingly knowing that she could figure out what to do with them, before they would collaborate together.
"That’s great to hear. Take care, both of you, and the two little nephews as well, haha."
With a carefree laugh, he hopped onto his horse. Yangyang, the little bun, seemed to respond to him, clapping his hands gleefully.
Soon the three of them rode off, leaving only Luo Linhao’s loud voice carrying on the wind, so much so that his words could still be heard echoing from a far distance away.
"Yang Xiayun, wait for me to come and marry you..."
"That kid." Yang Chuxia shook her head with amusement and then looked at Yang Xiayun, noticing she didn’t show even a hint of shyness.
And she even heard her mutter softly, "First, let’s see if he can keep looking so handsome."
But then Yang Chuxia realized this young girl wasn’t as indifferent as her words suggested—just looking at her quietly reddened eyes told her so.
"Why do I feel like I’ve forgotten to do something?" Ye Zi’an said, staring at the fading figures in the distance.
"What is it?" Yang Chuxia looked at him, puzzled.
"I forgot to give Mu Shaoling a beating."
Ye Zi’an thought to himself that Mu Shaoling had kept the attack on the Yang Family a secret too well and had even lied about his wife’s pregnancy date. He deserved another beating as a warning to keep his eyes off his wife.
"Pfft..."
Yang Chuxia couldn’t help laughing at his words as she held Lele in her arms and walked back. Mu Shaofeng had told her about the time Mu Shaoling got punched in the Capital City. This man truly was beyond everyone’s expectations. Everyone thought Brother An was a graceful and charming gentleman, but alas, only she and Yang Dachuan had witnessed the ferocity he and Ye Ziping had had when they fought as brothers.