The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

After he left, Ye Zi’an suddenly realized the meaning of those words, turned his head and said to Yang Chuxia, "Did my son just educate me?"

"Indeed." Yang Chuxia nodded with a smile, "Who told you to speak of him behind his back?"

"...This kid." Ye Zi’an chuckled softly.

Seeing him laugh, Yueyue started calling again, "Dad, Dad."

"Such a good little darling." Ye Zi’an pinched his daughter’s small nose and took her to play on the side.

"Want that? That’s not good, Dad will give you this."

Yang Chuxia keenly noticed that what he was picking up was a jade Buddha hand.

A moment later, Ye Zi’an took out a seal, "Play with this, this is good."

After playing with the seal for a while, Yueyue seemed unhappy and directly threw the seal away. Somehow, she got hold of Yang Chuxia’s rouge, leaving Ye Zi’an’s white robe covered with small handprints and the little girl’s lip prints.

Yang Chuxia shook her head silently, thinking that in the coming year, Brother An would be in a leisure period, and hoped he wouldn’t spoil their daughter.

June 20

Ye Zi’an, the Prefect of Shandong, resigned, marking the shortest term of any Prefect since the establishment of Shandong’s prefecture.

And this term was the most discussed amongst the people.

The scandal of digging graves stirred public unrest.

Yet some claimed that it wasn’t his doing; he merely purchased the items. The truth and falsehood of the matter had become a mystery in the minds of the citizens.

However, one point made people believe this Prefect was actually good — it was heard that the strange diseases in Shandong required many herbs, all found by the Prefect’s wife, and even the famed doctor stationed there came because of his connection with Lord Prefect.

Also, someone had previously known how to treat the disease but refused to provide treatment, while the Prefect and his wife knelt in plea. Certainly, there might have been personal motives, but saving thousands of Shandong people was indeed true.

Thus, on the day Ye Zi’an left Shandong, many people gathered in front of the Ye Residence.

The people themselves didn’t know what kind of feelings brought them there.

"Madam, you may board the carriage now."

The grand doors of the Ye Family were already closed, and the original plaque of the Ye Residence was taken down. This property was assigned by the court for the Prefect to live in, and now that Ye Zi’an was no longer the Prefect, the residence naturally had to be returned to the court.

"Alright, let the children get on first."

"Get on what? Our issues aren’t resolved yet; you’re not allowed to leave!" Just then, a loud shout suddenly erupted from the crowd, causing Mingcui to hold Yueyue, who immediately began to cry.

Ye Zi’an looked over upon hearing, "If there’s any issue, find the acting prefect, the former Prefectural Magistrate."

"We’re looking for you, just you." An old woman rushed out, "And say it wasn’t you who ordered it; if you didn’t order the graves to be dug, why aren’t you our Prefect anymore?"

"Makes sense; if it wasn’t him, why would he leave?"

"It’s likely he feels guilty like a thief, afraid of not having peace staying in Shandong?"

The old woman took the lead, "Right, he must feel guilty; we can’t let him leave like this. Having dug so many of our graves, wanting to just walk away — not that easy."

"Yes, must confront him; otherwise, if he leaves, who will we take this issue to? Who will care for us? Should we let our family’s graves be dug for nothing?"

The crowd’s comments came in rapid succession, making it intolerably vexing.

"Everyone shut up!" Yang Chuxia placed Yueyue in the carriage first and then turned back to shout angrily.