The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

With a wave of Old Master Luo’s hand, the Luo Family’s guards surrounded Yang Chuxia, each one of them stepping forward to grab her.

Old Madam Luo and the others had no intention of stopping them, evidently acquiescing to Old Master Luo’s actions.

Meanwhile, Luo Linfei was even more thrilled, eagerly waiting to see how she’d punish this damn woman once captured. Daring to hit her, she was determined to return a few slaps.

Her thoughts were excited, but what happened next from Yang Chuxia nearly made her eyes pop out.

Yang Chuxia grabbed one guard with one hand and with a pull, the guard’s arm folded backward. Then the second, the third. In no time, a dozen guards lay sprawled on the ground, and the Ye Family’s guards hadn’t even entered the fray yet.

"How about it? Want to send in more people?" Yang Chuxia asked excitedly.

It had been a while since she had a fight like this, and she was quite thrilled.

"You..."

Old Master Luo nearly choked with rage.

But the angrier he got, the more delighted Yang Chuxia’s smile became.

"If I didn’t have some skills, how could I dare to barge into your Luo Family?"

Yang Chuxia snorted coldly.

"Someone, everyone come here, today we must capture her." Old Master Luo was furious, "I must let the Emperor see how arrogant and domineering the mother of Prince An is. How can a son raised by such a person be fit to be a prince?"

Upon hearing him drag Lele into this again, Yang Chuxia was displeased.

She hated it when people criticized her son like this.

But before she could speak, a voice rang out.

"Uncle, as you age, your memory seems to fade, you’ve forgotten the relationship between Prince An’s Mansion and the Luo Family, and with my Prince Zhuang’s Mansion!"

This voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Looking up, it was Baili Yan, followed by Old Mu and Ye Zi’an.

Seeing her, Ye Zi’an quickly stepped forward, looking her up and down, "How are you, my wife, are you alright?"

"Of course I’m fine. How could anything happen to me?" Yang Chuxia said as she pointed to the people on the ground.

Glancing up and seeing Baili Yan’s not-so-pleased expression, she gently asked Ye Zi’an, "Why is he here?"

"Didn’t you ask me to find Uncle? He was discussing matters with Uncle, and came over as soon as he heard."

Baili Yan, hearing the couple’s whispering, snorted coldly and glared at Yang Chuxia, "You’re sure feisty."

Hearing this, Yang Chuxia touched her nose, saying nothing.

Baili Yan found it strange she didn’t retort.

But in an instant, he turned to look at Old Master Luo, "Did you pierce the heavens or break the earth, to report to Father Emperor? Uncle, do you think my Prince Zhuang’s Mansion is too peaceful, so you want to give me some trouble?"

"Prince Zhuang, you’re exaggerating. I’m only reporting Madam Ye. She’s the one who first came to cause trouble at my Luo Family. As the head of the Luo Family, I cannot tolerate it."

"Uncle, do you still know you’re the head of the Luo Family? Are you aware of the recent happenings within the Luo Family? Linyu is the daughter of my third uncle; her marriage should be decided by him. How does it concern you or Aunt?"

"Prince Zhuang, I made this decision." Hearing this about her son, Old Madam Luo immediately stepped forward to protect and take responsibility.

"Grandmother, regardless if it was your decision or Aunt’s matter, do you think this is appropriate?" Baili Yan was in a foul mood. Having a troublesome maternal family was bothersome.

It’s fortunate that he had a smart third uncle to help him, the most capable one, otherwise, he would have been doomed.