The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

By the next day, they had prepared another generous gift and brought their young grandson along to offer an apology.

Upon seeing State Duke Tong, Yang Chuxia thought he was a very wise man. It was said that the other brothers of State Duke Tong were likewise low-key in Capital City, and she really couldn’t understand how such a family could raise such arrogant and presumptuous daughters.

It was not until she saw the Tong Family’s women at the palace banquet that she finally understood.

The twenty-ninth year of Great Zhou, the annual feast of the dynasty, was held on the day before New Year’s Eve each year. It was an occasion for the royal family of Great Zhou to thank the court officials for their support over the past year and to express the hope that in the following year, the sovereign and his ministers would continue to get along harmoniously and devote themselves wholeheartedly to the service of Great Zhou. Essentially, that was the purpose of Great Zhou’s palace banquet every year.

It was somewhat similar to the way modern companies hold annual events to thank their employees.

"Mother, are you ready? I’m coming in," Yangyang called out, as Yang Chuxia was still dressing up and Yangyang had started knocking on the door.

"Alright, alright, come in."

Ye Zi’an put the last tasseled hairpin in her hair, and the door opened from the outside.

"Wow, mother, you look so pretty today!" Yangyang entered and started circling around Yang Chuxia, stroking his little chin, his eyes full of amazement.

Following him into the room, Lele also saw Yang Chuxia’s attire—a silver-white short jacket with a pink cross collar. The sleeves of the jacket were embroidered with colorful butterflies, and she wore a pink pleated long skirt. The hem of the skirt was edged with silver thread, forming a chain of silver plum blossoms extending up from the hem, connecting with the plum blossoms on the jacket. It was a common design that wouldn’t be considered extraordinary, but Yang Chuxia had it adorned with fur edges, which made the cuffs, collar, and hem fluffy, giving off a bright and charming appearance.

Lele thought his mother looked several years younger in this dress.

He said in a very mature manner, "Mother looks like a young girl!"

Yang Chuxia laughed, "Pfft," thoroughly enjoying the compliment. After all, who wouldn’t want to look younger?

Ye Zi’an, with pride, took a cape and tied it around Yang Chuxia. The cape, like the inner dress, was also trimmed with fur, making it look adorably cute. He couldn’t help but kiss her forehead in front of the children.

"Wow!"

"..." Both sons looked at their parents with exaggerated expressions. Was it really okay for their parents to show such affection without sparing their presence?

"My goodness, father really isn’t shy," Yangyang exclaimed again.

"Scat," Ye Zi’an glared at him, "Can’t you see what’s appropriate? Don’t you know to avoid it a little?"

Lele spread his hands helplessly, "Father, I would really like to step away, but the hour has come. If we don’t leave now, we might be late for the palace banquet."

"Exactly, exactly." Yangyang nodded repeatedly, with a hint of complaint on his face, "You adults really don’t make things easy. Do we children have to remind you of such important occasions? Brother, being a child is so hard."

"You’ll have to ask our parents about that," Lele replied gently, patting Yangyang’s little head.

"Alright, alright, let’s not digress further. We’re all ready now; we can set off."

"Oh."

Upon hearing everything was ready, the two brothers headed out together. Yangyang ran so fast it was as if he was flying.

"What are you running for? Come back and tie up your cape."

"Mother, you’re so beautiful today, can’t you speak a bit more gently?" Upon hearing Yang Chuxia’s shout, Yangyang had to turn around and run back, and then said, "When you’re this beautiful, you should use a soft and gentle voice, that would be fitting."