The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Are you stupid? How old is Lele? However smart he is, what can he do?" Commandery Princess Dongyang glared at him.

So much so that he scratched his nose and took quite a while before saying, "Aren’t Uncle Luo and the others all in the Capital City? If he goes back, he’ll be at home and they can all watch over him to some extent. What are you afraid of?"

Neither Ye Zi’an nor Yang Chuxia said a word, but Yangyang seemed to understand what was going on. "Did that Fourth Grandfather take my brother away?"

Under Ye Zi’an’s nod, his eyes widened and then he burst into tears. "Why does he want to separate me and my brother? He’s so mean... My brother might forget about me... Mom, I want to find my brother..."

Seeing him cry his heart out like that made Yang Chuxia’s heart clench.

She finally managed to calm the youngster down, only to hear him mutter, "Didn’t they say they wanted to take me to Capital City the other day? How come it’s my brother now?"

The adults exchanged glances. After all this time, was this a premeditated child abduction?

Meanwhile, inside another carriage, a grown-up and a child were facing each other.

"Why is it you? I wanted to take your younger brother." His tone was full of disdain.

Lele blinked his eyes and, looking at the carriage beneath him, he knew he wasn’t at home. Now hearing this, he understood the situation.

"You blame me for your own mistake in kidnapping the wrong person?" Out of the blue he had been taken from home, and he was upset, "Why don’t you just send me back then?"

"Send you back? That’s wishful thinking!" The Emperor snorted. Catching this one had been difficult enough; going back, Ye Zi’an and his wife would certainly not let him take the child.

Really frustrating, he wanted to take Yangyang all along—the kid was so cute, always cracking jokes. Not like this one, as dull as a block of wood.

Thinking this, the Emperor grew even more disdainful.

"It’s up to you!" Lele spread his hands, signaling he was easygoing.

He figured he’d get Uncle Ye Er to send a message home to his parents once the carriage stopped. Indeed, he had seen Uncle Ye Er following behind on the road.

As long as his family was with him, he wasn’t afraid.

The Emperor, stumped by his "It’s up to you", wondered why he was so composed.

"Aren’t you scared?" The Emperor couldn’t help but ask.

"Scared?" Lele blinked in confusion. "Why should I be scared?"

"Aren’t you afraid I might kill you?" The Emperor asked, feeling annoyed.

Lele was getting impatient, but still held back the urge to roll his eyes, instead he asked, "Does anyone kidnap someone only to kill them afterward?"

That would be superfluous, and don’t think he didn’t understand that just because he was a kid.

Suddenly, the Emperor found himself at a loss for words, and after a while, he said, "This is no fun at all, you’re just like your father, a log."

This time, Lele didn’t hold back and gave a real eye roll.

After a while, he spoke up again, "When we get to your house, I want Uncle Ye Er to come too!"

The Emperor instinctively shook his head, "No, he isn’t a guard of my household."

"He can be my guard. Your house isn’t safe, and I must have Uncle Ye Er by my side. If you don’t agree, then hurry up and send me home. I have no desire to go to your house."

Following Lele’s cautious nature, knowing his own status, he wouldn’t usually be so assertive. But at this moment, concerning his safety, he had to be firm. He wanted to go home to see his sister and that funny little brother. He wondered if the latter would cry after he left.

"How do you know my house isn’t safe?" The Emperor wondered how the child seemed to know everything.