Chapter 1570 - 1572: Let Him Be Ill for a While_1
"Brother An..." Perhaps these words truly struck a chord within Yang Chuxia’s heart. The false strength she had been portraying these days suddenly collapsed, and tears rained down like a torrential downpour. "You must not die, you absolutely must not die! You have to hold on for me, even if you can’t keep going, you must hold on, understand?"
"Without you, who will pamper and cherish me? Who else knows all of my likes and dislikes, and prepares surprises for me? Who else cares about every joy, every rage, every sorrow I have? You can’t die, you absolutely must not die. We have four children, they are still young, they can’t be without their father. You haven’t even heard Qingqing and Yueyue call you ’Dad’ yet. Yangyang is so attached to you, he will be heartbroken, definitely heartbroken. And Lele, although he is smart, it’s precisely that intelligence that brings him more dangers than the average person. He is so young, and he still doesn’t know how to protect himself. You have to live, you are their father, you have to protect them from the wind and rain."
"You can’t talk like that, or what did we do all this for today? Do you hear me? Do you hear me?"
Yang Chuxia cried hysterically, and Ye Zi’an couldn’t help but get teary-eyed as well.
For a moment, the two held each other tightly, slowly all that could be heard was the sound of soft sobbing.
After a long while, Ye Zi’an’s voice softly came through, "Xiaxia, I promise you, even if it’s the last moment, I will hold on. I’ll certainly try to survive. I can’t bear it, I can’t bear to leave you, can’t bear to leave the children."
"That’s more like it. We’ll definitely get through this difficult time."
"Right, how did you find out about this?" Now that Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an were finally in agreement in his heart, Yang Chuxia suddenly remembered to ask about this matter. Logically speaking, she had instructed Lele, and Lele simply couldn’t fail.
"Lord Prefectural Magistrate especially came to tell me," said Ye Zi’an.
"That old codger, he’s definitely up to no good."
"Exactly, he thinks that once I know, I’ll definitely go to bring you back. Then he can spread rumors that I neglected the welfare of thousands in Shandong for the sake of my own reputation. If I don’t go, he can also slander me, saying that I’m afraid to die and to save my own life, I let my wife expose herself and beg base and low, no longer worthy of being a man."
"In any case, I hope the other party can give us the other two poisons. He has posed us a tough problem. No matter what, we can’t come out ahead. Someone will definitely call me a coward for kneeling in public just to stay alive."
"Hmph, the person had better sensibly give us those two poisons. I’ve crossed swords with him this time, and once you recover, I’ll find a way to settle accounts with him. In this lifetime, if I don’t drag him out, I won’t be able to face the suffering you’ve endured."
This person, in the past, Yang Chuxia had felt it was all court affairs, and she did not want to get involved. She had always been reactive, countering moves as they came. But once this was over, she intended to take the initiative to attack, determined to flip the enemy’s den, to relieve the resentment in her heart.
Meanwhile, in Lele’s courtyard, Yangyang was practicing with a wooden sword outside, while Lele was inside talking with Ye Er.
"Uncle Ye Er, that Prefectural Magistrate is so annoying, disturbing my dad’s healing. I’m very displeased," said Lele.
"What does the young master plan to do?" Ye Er thought to himself that someone was about to be unlucky. This young master was not as kind as the main master; he was ruthless. Whenever he spoke this way, it meant he was about to make a move.
"Let him be ill for a while, but not too severely ill. He can get up and deal with affairs, but without the heart to cause trouble," Lele said. (Tomorrow’s update will be during the day, don’t wait.)