The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

The news stunned the entire court, and excitement was palpable.

The princes of the current dynasty had come of age long ago, and many grandchildren were already several years old, yet despite being fathers, they remained princes. Now finally being granted kingship, how could they not be shocked?

Some even wondered if the Crown Prince would be appointed alongside the ennoblement.

However, all the hustle and bustle outside had nothing to do with Yang Chuxia, who stayed in the courtyard watching the children and preparing New Year goods and gifts for distribution.

"You two little critters, really just eat until full, then sleep until hungry," Yang Chuxia cooed at the children after lulling them to sleep one day, feeling not quite sleepy herself, and picked up a book to browse through.

She didn’t know when she dozed off eventually.

In her drowsiness, she heard someone say, "Let the servant go in and wake up the madam."

"No need, don’t wake her. It’s alright if I rest outside for the night," came a clear and refreshing voice in the night, strikingly familiar—it seemed to be Ye Zi’an’s voice. Yang Chuxia sprang up from bed, not even bothering to put on her outer garment, and rushed to see who was sitting on the couch in the outer room but Ye Zi’an himself.

"Why are you up? Did I wake you?" Ye Zi’an got up and hurriedly embraced her into the inner room upon seeing her appear, "Why would you come out without putting on any clothes?"

"You’ve come to the Capital City, why didn’t you send me a message?" Yang Chuxia snuggled into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck, examining him closely, and suddenly said, "Why do I feel like you’ve gotten thinner?"

"Riding hard all the way, barely had a few bites of hot food each day, how could I not lose weight?" Ye Zi’an replied nonchalantly, "Afterward, my wife can have them make some good food for me, and I’ll be back in shape soon."

Ye Zi’an pulled over a blanket to wrap her up tightly, only then taking a seat next to her.

"Why did you rush on the journey?"

"I was the last to enter the Capital City, and tomorrow is the last day of official reportback. The day after, the court is on holiday. Tell me, could I not rush?" Ye Zi’an added, "I heard that some ministers finished reporting back and went home to celebrate the New Year half a month ago."

"Then next year, you must come to the Capital City earlier, so our family can celebrate the New Year together."

Seeing his clothes were not very thick and his hands not very warm, Yang Chuxia moved closer, spreading the blanket to encompass them both.

"Why didn’t you wear more? Isn’t it cold to ride at night?"

"I wore a heavy cloak, but took it off when I came in," laughed Ye Zi’an, wrapped up by her.

"Let Mingcui prepare some hot water for you. You should wash and warm up first." After a while, feeling his hand becoming warmer, Yang Chuxia said, "The North really is cold. In these days at the Capital City, I have barely wanted to go out."

"Yes, Funan is indeed better." Ye Zi’an corrected the blanket over her and kissed her forehead before going out to wash.

In the outer room, Mingcui and others had already prepared the hot water and toiletries and then left; Ye Zi’an didn’t need anyone to attend him as he washed.

A short while later, Ye Zi’an returned freshly washed.

"Come into the blanket quickly." Yang Chuxia had already lifted a corner of the blanket, beckoning him.

"Nothing is more comfortable than sleeping while holding my wife." Lying down in the blanket, Ye Zi’an let out a contented laugh. Nestled in his arms, Yang Chuxia felt the warmth from his body, and her previously restless heart instantly filled with joy.

"I thought you would arrive in a couple more days."

"How could I delay further? Failing to report back on time would mean punishment."