Chapter 1625 - 1627: This Prefectural Magistrate Is Shameless
"This young servant speaks well, etiquette cannot be neglected." Ye Zi’an smiled and then cupped his hands, "Greetings to Lord Acting Prefect?"
Upon hearing this title, Yang Chuxia almost couldn’t hold back her laughter. This Prefectural Magistrate came here to show off that he was a Prefect, yet Brother An pointed out that he was just an acting prefect, as if reminding him that he’s not a true prefect.
As expected, the face of the Lord Prefectural Magistrate turned green upon hearing this, and he glared fiercely at the young servant.
Who knows how these two practiced at home; after meeting the magistrate’s angry gaze, the young servant first scratched his head, then pondered for a moment, and finally mumbled to Ye Zi’an, "Young Master Ye, you are not an official now, how can you present cupped hand greeting to our master? At the very least, you should bow!"
"Wow, brother, this prefect is really shameless, what does he mean by this, making things difficult for our beautiful dad?" From inside the carriage, Yangyang lifted the curtain and said anxiously.
"What’s the rush? Watch your big brother." Lele patted his little shoulder, "Calm down, watch carefully, little brother."
Then Lele lifted the curtain and stood by the carriage, and Ye Er hurriedly came forward to lift him down.
"This young servant is right, our Great Zhou is a nation of etiquette, protocols cannot be neglected, and etiquette cannot be ignored." Upon hearing his voice, Yang Chuxia turned back and saw the smile on her son’s little face wasn’t just any ordinary smile.
"Originally, this prince thought one should be low-profile, so I stayed in the carriage without showing myself. But after hearing the young servant’s words, this prince cannot refrain from showing myself. Otherwise, if word gets out, those who know will think it’s because Lord Prefectural Magistrate didn’t know I was in the carriage and hence didn’t pay his respects. Those who don’t know might think Lord Prefectural Magistrate is unfamiliar with proper etiquette, and it would be unjust for me if Lord Prefectural Magistrate gets wrongly accused of lacking manners. Don’t you think so, Lord Acting Prefect?"
Seeing Lele get off the carriage and hearing his words, Lord Prefectural Magistrate felt as if he’d swallowed dirt.
He truly was too full of himself, how could he forget that Ye Zi’an has a son who is a prince!
How could he forget that even though the prince is young, he is not someone who doesn’t understand things! Wasn’t it in the Ye Residence that he learned this firsthand before, how could he still not take the lesson to heart?
Ye Er saw him in a daze and scolded, "Why are you all standing there stupidly? Can’t you understand human language? His Highness Prince An is here, why is Lord Prefectural Magistrate still in a daze?"
The onlooking crowd, except for those dozen who were dragged away, hadn’t left yet and hurriedly knelt down upon hearing this.
A prince, a being they might never see in their lifetime.
How does Lord Ye have a prince in his home? What’s going on here? They seem to have never heard of this!
"What? Is Lord Prefectural Magistrate not very familiar with the etiquette rules?" Lele, with hands behind his back, smiled deeply at him.
"Uh, uh, Your humble servant remembers, how could I not remember." Lord Prefectural Magistrate wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly bowed, "Your humble servant greets His Highness Prince An."
"Heh heh." Lele chuckled but didn’t invite him to rise.
Ye Er scolded again, "What? Even the common people know to kneel in front of a prince, and you, an acting prefect, don’t know this? If even this is beyond you, how can the Emperor ever trust you to manage Shandong in the future?"
The Prefectural Magistrate was deeply regretful, he really shouldn’t have come out, his old face is utterly lost now.