The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

This guy seems to have stayed up all night thinking about that thing? So his eyes turned green?

And then he pinned the blame on Prince Le again?

Yang Chuxia laughed as she quickly got out of bed.

As she passed through the garden, Yangyang was practicing swordsmanship. The little fellow was quite the martial arts prodigy, his moves were filled with vigor and sword energy.

Even Yueyue and Qingqing were captivated by him.

Yang Chuxia stood by watching for a while until he finished practicing.

"Morning, mom..." Seeing her, Yangyang ran over, and Yang Chuxia used a handkerchief to wipe his forehead sweat. "Well done, practicing martial arts requires daily persistence, you can’t slack off for even a single day."

"Don’t worry, mom, I stick to it every day." Yangyang pounded his chest as a guarantee, "Handsome dad said that if I practice well, my chances of becoming a General are higher."

"I don’t know whether your hopes of becoming a General will grow, but there’s one thing I do know," Yang Chuxia said, "If you practice well, there’s a better chance of staying alive on the battlefield."

"Second brother is awesome!" Qingqing and Yueyue, with Lele pulling each of them by hand, walked over as Qingqing clapped and shouted.

"When you’re three years old, your brother will also train you in martial arts." Upon hearing this, Yangyang turned to flash him a big smile.

This made Qingqing, who usually liked to keep a cold face, return a big smiling face, even giving a bear hug.

Even when eating, the little fellow stuck tightly to Yangyang, drawing several glances from Ye Zi’an.

Perhaps Ye Zi’an paid too little attention to this little one, Qingqing seemed somewhat afraid of Ye Zi’an. When he saw the other looking at him, he lowered his head, almost wanting to crawl into his clothes.

"Little brother, handsome dad is very nice, don’t be afraid of him." Yangyang noticed this, hopped off the chair, and hugged Qingqing, rushing him in front of Ye Zi’an.

Ye Zi’an squinted at him, What are you doing?

"Your son, hold him!" Yangyang said, stuffing Qingqing into Ye Zi’an’s arms.

Ye Zi’an didn’t react in time and almost dropped Qingqing, frightening Yangyang into quickly holding him with both hands.

"Hold him properly." Yangyang said, huffing, "Your son, you should hold him."

Ye Zi’an gave him a speechless glance, then saw the timid Qingqing, frowning slightly, why is this kid so timid, I haven’t done anything to him? It seems necessary for me to communicate with my youngest son, don’t let it end up like Mu Shaoling and Chengcheng, that would be terrible.

Thinking this, he held him properly. After the family finished eating, he took Qingqing outside.

Yang Chuxia didn’t know what Ye Zi’an and Qingqing talked about, but when she saw them again, Qingqing was clinging to Ye Zi’an and wouldn’t let go. She had to admire the speed of his parenting skills.

"What did you say to him? How did you get Qingqing to stick to you like that?" Yang Chuxia asked curiously.

"Didn’t say much, I just played with him, took him to play all the games he usually plays," Ye Zi’an said, "He’s so young, he can’t understand what we say, might as well play with him."

"Alright, Qingqing is too easy to entertain." Yang Chuxia thought, could kids really differ so much? They’re about the same age, why is Chengcheng so hard to entertain, or maybe Mu Shaoling’s methods are just too poor?

Ye Zi’an noticed her thinking, not saying much, just smiled; Mu Shaoling, that idiot, I’ve advised him on methods but he just won’t listen, what can I do?

"Why are you at my place again?" Just after noon, Ye Zi’an saw Luo Linhao in the pavilion again.