The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

But what he didn’t mention was that there were only enough medicine for the critically ill, and some of the less severe cases had yet to receive the antidote.

Things like ginseng or corpse flowers, which were needed in larger proportions, were not sufficient with the amount previously found, so he had already sent people back to the capital to ask the Emperor for ginseng, remembering that last year a tribe had offered a few as tribute.

As for the corpse flowers, the grave robbers hadn’t stopped.

"Exactly, you should focus on getting better first, and set aside other matters for now," Yang Chuxia also advised.

"Handsome Dad, Handsome Dad, don’t just think about others as soon as you wake up. Look at me, look at your little second child," Yangyang couldn’t restrain himself any longer and squeezed in front of Ye Zi’an, supporting his face with his hands and staring with big eyes, "Handsome Dad, has your little second child grown taller, has he gotten fatter?"

Ye Zi’an looked at the little one, acting cute to sell himself, and images flooded his mind of Yangyang over the past while, trying all sorts of funny moves in front of his unconscious self to elicit a reaction, as well as feeding him and telling him not-so-fluent stories, along with his eldest son’s reading. His heart felt like it was set ablaze, warming up to the point of almost bursting.

"Little second child has gotten fatter and taller. He’s become sensible, knowing how to take care of Dad. Little second child is really great!" Ye Zi’an reached out to pull him close and also brought over Lele who was standing on the side, "Lele is great too. Dad heard the books you’ve been reading. Dad is proud of you all."

"Daddy..."

"Handsome Dad..."

The touching embrace of the father and sons deeply stung Mu Shaoling again.

"This is just so cheesy. Is there really a need for this?"

"If you’re jealous, you can go back and hug Chengcheng," Ye Zi’an joked.

"Haha," Yangyang laughed loudly at this, "Handsome Dad, you don’t know, Chengcheng can call mom and can say brother and aunt many times, but he just won’t call Daddy, haha."

"You little brat, do you take pleasure in others’ misfortunes?" Mu Shaoling irritably gave him a look.

Mu Shaoling was also quite distressed about this, alright? Everyone used to say Lele was a cool and reserved child, but when facing his parents, he was like a little darling.

But his little punk of a son, he was truly cold. It had been several months since he started speaking and he had never called him Daddy, despite all kinds of coaxes, it was useless.

Not to mention not calling him Dad, he didn’t even like being held by him; as soon as Mu Shaoling would pick him up, Chengcheng would cry as if he was being murdered, an agonizing wail.

Just thinking about it was frustrating enough to make him wonder if something was wrong with him.

"Haha, Uncle, do you need my help?" Yangyang’s cute, squinty eyes sparkled, "Chengcheng only smiles when he sees me, hey, why don’t I get him to call you Dad?"

"Hmph, no need. I can handle my own son, can’t I?" Mu Shaoling stiffened his neck, and picked up the medical chest, "I don’t believe that I can’t."

After saying that, he huffed and hurried out the door, almost bumping into Yang Qingtong.

"What’s wrong with Brother Shaoling?" Yang Qingtong looked back in confusion.

"Uncle, my handsome Dad is better," Yangyang rushed to share the good news with him, "Don’t mind Uncle, Chengcheng won’t call him Dad, and he’s not happy about it."

Yang Qingtong had hurried over on hearing this news, and turning around, indeed saw Ye Zi’an sitting up in a chair, looking at him with a smile.

"Brother-in-law, you’re really better? That’s great!" Yang Qingtong happily came forward and gently embraced him.