The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Weren’t you going to help me scrub my back? Get in!"

Without continuing the deep kiss, Ye Zi’an felt a bit disappointed, but it didn’t matter, he would try again later.

Seeing Ye Zi’an obediently enter the tub, that thing no longer flaunted itself at her, Yang Chuxia’s originally restless heart calmed down.

"Lie down properly!" Yang Chuxia grabbed a scrubbing cloth and patted his shoulder.

Ye Zi’an noticed she was still standing outside the tub and rolled his eyes, then asked, "Wife, aren’t you getting in? How can you help me if you stay outside and I lie here? Get in, after all, we’re both going to bathe."

With that, he stood up and dragged Yang Chuxia into the large wooden tub.

"Hehe, anyway, your clothes are already soaked, just take them off."

As soon as his hands touched Yang Chuxia’s clothes, she slapped them away.

"What do you think you’re doing? Focus on bathing." In saying this, Yang Chuxia cursed internally, damn it, being able to look but not touch was frustrating enough, and this shameless man kept tempting her, really infuriating.

Ye Zi’an glanced at the hand she slapped, then said innocently, "How do you bathe wearing clothes? Are you sure you want to bathe with clothes on, wife?"

"Stop coming up with lousy ideas, now’s not the time." Yang Chuxia glared at him in annoyance, forcibly pressing him down onto a stool, "Turn your face away."

"Oh, which idiot is so stupid to drug Prince Le’s son? If it were me, I’d use some impotency poison, let that jerk continue harming people. How long has it been, so much trouble and I can’t even eat meat, let alone drink a sip of soup."

Listening to his resentful tone, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but laugh. So much so that her scrubbing hand exerted more force.

"It really wasn’t you who had it done?" Hearing him bring it up again, Yang Chuxia asked.

"Of course not, I merely hinted about Prince Le’s matters to Prince Fu and Prince Ping, but as for who among them did it, I really don’t know."

After a pause, he continued, "But I suspect it was probably Prince Fu. That guy is sneaky and ruthless, if he had the chance, he’d eliminate anyone who competes with him for the throne. Now that I’ve told him Prince Le has issues, and informed him that someone skilled in poison is close to Prince Le, even told him how to lure that person out, how could he not act?"

"You’ve been interacting with them for this purpose all along?"

"What else? You really thought there was a rift between me and my cousin, and I was seeking another path?"

Ye Zi’an snorted, "These people, if I bluntly told them Prince Le had a problem, the first ones they’d suspect would not be Prince Le, but me and my cousin, thinking we’re trying to watch them fight each other. Only hints dropped when half-drunk and half-awake are believed. But I do want to see them fight each other, more people make it livelier, can’t let him keep targeting us while others remain oblivious."

"Alright then." She found these schemes incredibly brain-taxing, and truly admired Ye Zi’an’s ability to manage them.

"Now the waters are muddied, no matter who administered the poison, at least there’s someone else to divert his attention, so we can take advantage of the chaos," Ye Zi’an said with his eyes closed, thinking how nice it was to have his wife scrub his back.

"Will that child die?"

"Of course not!" Ye Zi’an replied, "How could he let his own son die?"

After that, Ye Zi’an added, "Wife, let’s not talk about him, let’s talk about us."