Chapter 1672 - 1674: Sent Back by Prince Fu
"Prince Fu sent him back?" Prince Le suddenly clenched his wine cup tightly, "How did he end up with Prince Fu?"
Upon hearing this, the subordinate’s face darkened, "When Ye Zi’an went out, no one followed him immediately, and then he couldn’t be found. By the time he reappeared, he was sent back by Prince Fu."
"Get lost, you useless fool, go investigate, find out how he ended up with Prince Fu, and what he talked about with him." Prince Le smashed a cup to the ground, shattering it, then continued, "Find a way to understand why they had a quarrel."
"Yes, yes, I will go immediately," the subordinate replied.
After the guard left, Prince Le carelessly stripped some of the exquisite flowers and plants in front of him, even kicking over several flower pots.
Humph, he wasn’t worried that Ye Zi’an would defect to Prince Fu; he wouldn’t do something so foolish, and Prince Fu wouldn’t believe it. But he was concerned about the two of them joining forces. Humph, these brothers of his were all one smarter than the other. Prince Zhuang was deep and thoughtful, good at appointing people, and knew how to hide; Prince Fu was bold and ruthless. The former Prince Ning had ambitious plans and the talents of a general, his ability to lead troops was first-class; otherwise, Le wouldn’t have struck against him first. Throughout history, seizing power has always started with military strength.
Fifth, Prince Ping, though young, was steady and experienced, making it impossible to detect any clues. As for the others who were still young, it was rumored that each was extraordinary.
If they allied two by two, it would indeed cause him some trouble. If it were the previous fool, he would have been unable to handle such a situation.
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Last night, although Ye Zi’an didn’t drink heavily, he did drink quite a bit, and the next day his head was uncomfortable.
Yang Chuxia saw him rubbing his temples and scolded him, saying he deserved it.
"Dad, are you up?" Yangyang ran in wearing a white exercise outfit.
Judging by his appearance, he must have just come out of the training room.
"Hmm."
"Dad, are you feeling unwell?"
"I drank yesterday, and my head feels a bit uncomfortable." Ye Zi’an waved his hand, "Go sit over there, don’t make noise."
"Oh." Originally wanting to ask why Ye Zi’an had yelled at their mom yesterday, Yangyang swallowed the words back. Seeing Ye Zi’an still holding his head, Yangyang thought for a while, then went forward to pull Ye Zi’an’s hand, "Dad, lean back in this chair, I’ll give you a head massage."
"No need, go play."
"Dad, trust me, my massage is very comfortable." Yangyang tugged at him again, "Come on, don’t be so stubborn, trust your son."
Ye Zi’an, being pulled by him and seeing his insistence, had to follow him to sit on the side.
Then Yangyang placed his small hands on Ye Zi’an’s temples, sometimes applying pressure, sometimes gently.
"Son, you can do this too?"
"How is it? Didn’t I tell you, Dad?" Yangyang said proudly with a smile, "I learned it from my master."
"Ye Wu? Didn’t expect he knows this too."
"Of course," Yangyang laughed, "Dad, my master’s martial arts are excellent, he can run on rooftops, he’s incredibly powerful."
"Then follow him well and learn."
"Yes, I will."
A moment later, Yang Chuxia came in with a bowl of soup and saw this scene. The corner of her mouth twitched. Her son had said last night he would stand up for her, yet here he was serving Brother An instead.
"Drink the soup."
"What soup? Why does it smell like medicine?" Ye Zi’an, having had to drink plenty of medicine due to poisoning, now got a headache at the smell of it.
"Your head feels unwell, right? I added two herbs. I tested it, and although it smells intense, it tastes quite good."