The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Pausing for a moment, Mu Shaoling continued, "From what Xiaxia said, this abnormality seems to arise from a great shock. But ever since his mother died, he’s been living miserably every day. Who knows when he became like this? Oh, right, if that’s the case, then he must have appeared around the time the Fancy Red Pavilion was built."

Mentioning the Fancy Red Pavilion, both of their expressions changed because it was established so long ago, which means Prince Le was like this when he was young. If he started building his power from that time, it really is quite terrifying.

"I suddenly realized why there used to be eunuchs and palace maids dying for no reason in the palace years ago. Also, the Eldest Princess, his sister, years ago, after the General who humiliated his mother died, the dissolute ones who harmed the princess also died one after another."

"He can easily kill off the dissolute ones from neighboring countries," Ye Zi’an tapped the table, "It seems as the Poison Lady said, his power is truly astonishing. We should discuss with my cousin what our next steps should be."

"Yes, honestly speaking, while the current Prince Le is vicious and despicable, he’s much more agreeable than the useless coward he was before. It’s a shame he’s grown up in the imperial family."

Soon it was night, and Mu Shaoling and Ye Zi’an went together to Prince Zhuang’s Mansion.

When they returned, it was already late at night.

"You didn’t sleep last night, and this morning you didn’t sleep much. Now you’re back so late at night, how can your body handle it?"

Yang Chuxia rubbed her eyes, wanting to get up to help him prepare things.

"You continue to sleep, I’ll prepare myself," Ye Zi’an pressed her back onto the bed and then leaned down to give her a kiss, "I’ll be with you in a while."

"Why did you talk so late about your matters?" When Ye Zi’an returned, Yang Chuxia hadn’t continued sleeping but was leaning against the headboard waiting for him.

"We actually finished pretty early, but while leaving, a few ghosts followed us from behind, so I and Ye Yi kept them company for a stroll."

With that, he chuckled and climbed into bed, nestled his head on her shoulder for a while, and then lifted his head to sniff, "My wife smells so fragrant, did you use new fragrant soap?"

"What fragrant soap? I didn’t use anything, okay? Your nose has problems," Yang Chuxia pushed him, "Sleep, get up early tomorrow, there are still things undone for Yunyun’s dowry, I need to go and complete them."

"Anyway, they’re marrying later, why rush?" Ye Zi’an said, "There’s still a few months left, we’ll prepare slowly."

After a pause, Ye Zi’an smiled, "This is your natural scent, pleasant, let me smell a bit longer, don’t sleep yet, let’s do something else." He said, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Stop fooling around, even if we don’t prepare the dowry, we still need to buy some festive items," Yang Chuxia pushed him, "The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I like to do the festive preparations myself."

"There’s nothing much tomorrow, I’ll accompany you to prepare," Ye Zi’an said, "Come on, my wife, we haven’t done it in days, it’s uncomfortable holding it in."

In the end, Ye Zi’an pulled Yang Chuxia into intimacy once before peacefully drifting off to sleep.

"Mother, I heard you’re going out today?"

"You have keen ears, huh? How do you even know that?" Yang Chuxia was tidying up her clothes as she glanced at Yangyang, "What ideas do you have?"

"No other ideas, just wanted to tell you not to forget to prepare a festive gift for my master," Yangyang said, "I’ve heard you’ve prepared gifts for uncle and others, and also for our teacher. Please don’t forget my master."