The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Both of you sisters, move aside, I need to get out!" Yangyang blinked his eyes at them, wondering what they were doing to be so shocked.

"Quick, go tell the Old Master and the young master that the young masters have been found, hurry!" One of the maids nudged the other, and the young maid quickly ran off.

The remaining maid, seeing him struggling to hold the child, hurriedly said, "Young Master Yangyang, let this servant hold the child for you."

"No way!" Yangyang dodged when she tried to take the child and looked at her slightly defensively, in his little heart, everyone seemed like a villain now.

"Get out of my way, I need to take my brother to find Uncle."

The young maid, seeing his icy gaze, could only step aside. Yangyang then struggled out the door with the huge bundle in his arms, making the young maid’s heart tremble as she watched. He wasn’t very big himself, yet he was holding a child wrapped so thick he could barely see the road ahead.

Meanwhile, Mu Shaoling and the others, having received the news, hurried out toward the maids’ room, and halfway there, they encountered a huge moving bundle.

From behind the bundle came Yangyang’s muttering, "Brother, you need to lose weight, who can hold you if you’re so heavy. If you don’t slim down and there are bad guys again, we won’t be able to run away."

"What luck, you’re a boy, not a girl; otherwise, I could have had a moment of heroism saving the damsel in distress, and in the future, I’d devote myself to you."

"Yangyang!" Yang Chuxia was utterly thrilled to hear all her son’s babbling. At this moment, his childish lisp was music to her ears.

"Ouch, mother’s voice!" Yangyang, on hearing it, exclaimed, "Mother? Mother, come help me with this little fatty, I’m exhausted."

As soon as he finished speaking, the infant in his arms was taken. Yangyang finally let out a breath. But before he could catch his breath, he was enveloped in his mother’s embrace, "Cough, cough, Mother, let go, let me breathe."

On hearing this, Yang Chuxia quickly released him and examined him carefully. There were some red marks on one side of his tender face, and his once bright red brocade robe was covered in dust, with a few threads frayed at its hem.

"Mother, why have so many people come?" Yangyang’s large eyes swept over the crowd, puzzled.

"Of course, it was to look for Young Master Ye." A sharp female voice rang out, "Young Master Ye is really capable, able to poison Mu Family’s mistress and secretly take away Mu Family’s little young master, Young Master Ye really plays big."

"Are you out of your mind?" Yangyang instinctively snapped back, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I play?"

After being told they were out of their minds by mother and son, the State Duchess’s face could not hide her embarrassment.

"Shut up, this is not your place to speak." State Duke Tong, who came with Baili Yan, scolded his wife with a roar when she spoke out of turn.

"Yangyang, tell Uncle how you ended up carrying your brother out from the maids’ room?" Mu Shaoling had naturally heard Yangyang’s earlier mumbling, and it was clear there was a story behind it.

Only then did Yangyang notice that Chengcheng was now in Mu Shaoling’s hands, "Uncle, there are bad people in your house!"

"Hmm, Uncle knows there are bad people. Can you tell Uncle what happened?"

Yang Chuxia also asked, "Right, Yangyang, weren’t you going to relieve yourself? How did you end up at Auntie’s courtyard?"