Chapter 1727 - 1729
When she woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky.
"What time is it?"
"It’s between 9:00 a.m to 11:00 a.m now." It’s already nine in the morning.
"Did I sleep that long?" Yang Chuxia rubbed her eyes. "Did you sleep?"
"I slept for a while." Ye Zi’an brought over a set of clothes, "I asked someone to fetch your clothes from the mansion, change into them and we’ll head back."
"Okay."
By the time they returned to the mansion, it was already noon.
Yangyang saw them enter hand in hand and immediately pouted, "Mom, you didn’t keep your word. You said you’d be back in the morning, but it’s already noon now."
"I’m sorry, son. Mommy will pay attention next time."
She pinched her son’s chubby cheeks, smooth and soft, and took the chance to give him a kiss.
Yangyang wiped his face and shouted, "Beautiful dad, it was your wife who kissed me first, it’s not my fault. I didn’t take advantage of your wife."
"..." A few black lines appeared on Yang Chuxia’s forehead instantly.
"Alright, stop messing around." Ye Zi’an gave him a side glance and handed him a box, "Here, the soft sword you wanted."
"Wow, beautiful dad didn’t lie to me!" Yangyang immediately widened his eyes, grabbed the box, and placed it on the table. When he opened it, he saw a sword coiled like a snake. The blade was covered with a gold silk sheath, so it was hard to tell if it was sharp, but Yang Chuxia noticed the hilt was made of white jade.
This soft sword definitely looked like a quality item.
Ye Zi’an took the sword out to show it to Yangyang.
"The sword is very sharp. You won’t need it now, so keep it in the sheath."
"I know, beautiful dad, it’s so pretty."
"...Shouldn’t you be caring about its ability to cut through iron like mud? Do you think it’s appropriate to call a sword pretty?" Ye Zi’an pinched his nose, put the sword back in the sheath, fastened it with the hilt, and tied it around his waist, "The sword as a belt, the hilt as a jade clasp, remember to wear it every day so you can protect yourself in times of trouble."
Yangyang looked down at his waist and truly couldn’t tell it was a soft sword; it simply looked like a gold silk belt, perfectly matching his white robes.
He liked beautiful things, and this soft sword was just to his liking.
Excitedly, he hugged Ye Zi’an and gave him a slobbery kiss, "Beautiful dad, I love you. Thank you, beautiful dad, I love it so much."
"Hey, alright, alright. How old are you to be kissing so messily?"
Lele watched from the side as they hugged warmly, feeling a bit envious.
But he had already gotten a thousand taels from dad, so being more envious would be a bit wrong.
Ye Zi’an naturally didn’t miss the hint of envy in his eyes and waved him over.
"Papa!"
"This fan is for you." Ye Zi’an took out another small box and opened it, "Don’t underestimate this fan; it’s a green jade fan. Twist this clasp open and silver needles can shoot out from the fan leaf. Your martial skills aren’t as good as Yangyang’s, so use this. But don’t use it recklessly, it can only be used when your life is in danger, understand?"
"Understood, papa!" Lele responded loudly, then held the small box joyfully. It was a surprise; he didn’t expect that dad had also prepared something for him. His dad truly was the best in the world, without a doubt.
"Alright, go play."
"Brother, I’m so happy."
"I’m also very happy."
Seeing the two brothers happily going out together, Ye Zi’an felt immensely satisfied.