The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Yang Chuxia leaned tightly against him, and after that sentence, she didn’t hear his voice for a long while; when she looked up, she realized he had fallen asleep.

Upon closer inspection, the dark circles under his eyes were very evident, and she wondered how long he had been without sleep in order to hurry on the road. She couldn’t help but feel distressed; it seemed incredibly arduous to be an official these days.

Noticing that he had indeed lost some weight, Yang Chuxia thought for a moment before softly getting out of bed and instructing Mingcui in another room before she returned.

Ye Zi’an, in a groggy state, suddenly noticed the emptiness in his arms and barely opened his eyes to find Yang Chuxia at the bedside.

He then got up and pulled her back into bed.

"What are you doing up?"

"It’s nothing, go back to sleep."

"Hmm."

The next day, Yang Chuxia got up early and went to the kitchen, where the cook had already prepared the food, and Yang Chuxia brought it back.

Back in the room, Ye Zi’an was getting dressed.

Yang Chuxia went up to help him, fastening his belt and tidying up before she called someone to bring water for him to wash up.

"Why did you get up so early?" Ye Zi’an asked after washing up.

"Aren’t you going to the court hall? I figured you’d leave early, so I had someone prepare some food for you." Seeing that Ye Zi’an was at the table and smiling after checking, she said, "Having a wife really is better."

"By the way, when you go to the palace today, if it’s convenient, mention to the Emperor that the New Year is coming and it’s time to bring the children out of the palace. If the Emperor doesn’t agree, then go see the two of them; Lele really misses you."

Seeing that he had almost finished eating, Yang Chuxia talked to him about the children.

"What? Yangyang was taken to the palace too?" Ye Zi’an’s expression turned subtle. What was the Emperor thinking?

"He was taken to the palace together with Lele that day, and I haven’t seen him since he entered the palace."

"Alright, I’ll find an opportunity to talk to the Emperor."

After eating, Ye Zi’an went around the house to check on the two sleeping treasures before setting out.

The carriage was already prepared outside, and after getting on, he hadn’t gone far when he encountered Old Mu, who had been waiting in a sedan chair up ahead.

"Uncle"

"Let’s go together." Old Mu got down from the sedan chair and into Ye Zi’an’s carriage.

In the carriage, Old Mu recounted the recent events in the Capital City to Ye Zi’an.

"Being enthroned is good news. The imperial grandsons are so grown up; they can’t all remain Princes."

"I think so too, but I don’t know what title the Emperor will grant." This was of particular concern to Old Mu. Logically, even without any achievements, a Prince’s first title should be Provincial Prince; with achievements, he should at least be a Prince. But whether it was Provincial Prince or Prince, there were differences between "single-word" and "double-word" titles.

"In recent years, there have been no major incidents within or outside of court, so there haven’t been opportunities for the Princes to earn achievements. Most are neither meritorious nor at fault, so even the lesser titles can’t be too bad, I suppose."

Old Mu nodded, then suddenly said, "Oh right, there’s another thing I need to tell you."

"What is it?" Ye Zi’an, seeing the solemn look on Old Mu’s face, unconsciously tensed up.

Old Mu pulled back the carriage curtain to look outside, then spoke in a low voice, "Someone from the palace conveyed a message. They say your two boys were in the Imperial Study, and the Emperor showed them a stack of titles asking which one they liked best, which one they preferred."

"Uncle, are you serious? Was he asking Lele or Yangyang?" Even though Ye Zi’an usually remained calm on the inside, he felt a bit overwhelmed when he heard this news.

"There shouldn’t be a mistake; it’s a message from the palace."