The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Having said his piece, Baili Yan left no room for Ye Zi’an to say anything else. Besides, it was a child who was involved, and if anything was to be addressed, it would be with the adults of the Tong Family.

"Daddy, no! Don’t! I don’t want to go to the Buddhist Hall; that’s where the naughty children go, I don’t want to," the little Imperial Grandson cried out upon hearing he was to be taken to the Buddhist Hall, but Baili Yan didn’t even glance at him, thinking that the child couldn’t be allowed to continue being taught by his mother concubine. Previously, he was causing mischief everywhere with the Luo Family’s boy, and now that the Luo Family’s boy no longer entered the palace, he had started getting into trouble with the Tong Family’s child, turning into a gossipy troublemaker, which was just preposterous for a boy.

"Take him away," Baili Yan said with an impatient wave of his hand.

The Tong Family’s child dared not plead for mercy and could only follow the guards and leave.

"You two go pack your stuff; we’re going home."

"Oh, we can finally go home," Yangyang exclaimed with joy, leaping and bounding as he grabbed Lele’s hand, ready to leave.

But then Lele took a step, looked back, and said to Baili Yan, "Cousin Uncle, this time we didn’t hit your son, just that Tong kid, so don’t say we don’t care about family ties. But if there’s a next time, I won’t care anymore."

After speaking, he headed off to his own place with Yangyang.

Baili Yan, upon hearing this, opened his mouth in disbelief—was this brat really giving him an ultimatum?

"Cousin, the child is still young. Although he needs playmates, you should find some who are older and understand right from wrong. When such young children are together, and of similar age, they will only make mischief," cautioned Ye Zi’an.

Baili Yan just gave him a look and snorted, "I did want your Lele to play with him, but your Lele doesn’t care about that kid at all."

"My Lele isn’t older than him, is he?" Ye Zi’an scratched his head, believing they were about the same age.

"Tsk," Baili Yan shook his head.

The two youngsters were quick about their business; soon, each had packed a small bundle and were cheerfully leading the way, while Sister-in-law Li and Ye Er followed, each carrying three large bundles.

"Young Master!" "Young Master!"

"Handsome Dad, we’re going home," Yangyang said happily as he reached for one of Ye Zi’an’s hands.

Ye Zi’an, seeing this, reached out with his other hand to take Lele’s, and the trio of father and sons laughingly moved on, making Baili Yan feel somewhat envious.

Arriving at the palace gates, their carriages were still waiting. Ye Zi’an and Baili Yan went their separate ways, and the children waved to Baili Yan, "Cousin Uncle goodbye," "Cousin Uncle goodbye."

After half an hour, the carriage stopped at the Luo Residence. Yangyang burst out of the carriage, shouting, "Mom, I’m back, your handsome little son is back."

Ye Zi’an and Lele couldn’t help but twitch their mouths at this.

Yang Chuxia came out to greet them and happened to see the trio of father and sons entering, her face blossoming into joy—it was wonderful to have her sons back.

"Mommy, did you miss me during all these days?" Yangyang rushed to hug her legs and looked up with a beaming smile.

"Mommy didn’t miss you a bit," Yang Chuxia playfully retorted, "I missed your brother."

"Hmph, I don’t believe that," Yangyang turned his head, defiant, "You could miss anyone but you can’t miss me."

"Haha," Yang Chuxia laughed heartily, amused by his words, "You’re so vain."

"Who would have thought it would go so smoothly," Yang Chuxia commented as she stroked Lele’s head, then said to Ye Zi’an, "Finally, our family is reunited."

"Yes," Ye Zi’an stepped forward to embrace her and asked, "Did you run into that Luo boy on the street? That little rascal. Just wait and see how I deal with him."

"How did you know about that?"

"Today at the palace, Yangyang beat someone up," Ye Zi’an explained before recounting the incident to Yang Chuxia.

"This kid is getting more and more violent," Yang Chuxia said irritably as she glared at Yangyang.