Chapter 1177 - 1179: Son Gets Hit_1
Yang Chuxia shrugged and took a step back, a bit dejected when her son didn’t want to be held.
Once Yang Chuxia had dismounted from the carriage with Yangyang in her arms, Yangyang began to struggle, wanting to get down, "I want to walk!"
She had no choice but to put him down and walked along with him by the hand.
"You guys go up the mountain first, I’ll come find you later." Behind the orchard there were fields he needed to check on.
"Take two people with you," Yang Chuxia said, knowing he had other matters to attend to, and did not stop him.
"Got it, I know!" Ye Zi’an then left with Ye San, Ye Wu, and others.
Yang Chuxia, on the other hand, took her two sons toward Linshan Temple. This was her first time visiting an ancient mountain temple. Green lamps hung in the halls, and the scent of incense hovered, as many men and women prayed and offered incense for blessings.
This time out, both big and little Mother Li had come with her, and Yang Chuxia thought since they were there, they might as well go in and make their prayers.
Passing by the main hall’s entrance, there was a table to the side and an old monk sitting behind it, specializing in helping people interpret their divination lots.
"Mommy, that looks fun." Now Yangyang perked up, looking at the bamboo container next to the monk that held the fortune sticks, carved with the image of the Maitreya Buddha. All right, Yangyang had taken a liking to someone’s container.
"That’s not for you to play with. Let’s go, we’re going to kowtow to the big-bellied grandpa, asking him to bless Mianyang with good weather and smooth sailing."
With that, Yang Chuxia led her two sons inside. She didn’t notice the old monk interpreting the lots gave her an extra glance or two.
Ye Yi and the others didn’t believe in these practices, so the two children were currently being held by their mothers, while they waited in a little pavilion at the foot of the mountain.
Once inside, the two mothers instructed the little ones on how to kneel and kowtow just like their mother, drawing amused looks from others entering the hall.
After leaving the main hall, Yang Chuxia had intended to take her sons for a stroll on the back mountain, having heard the scenery there was quite nice. But then a young monk came to say that his master wanted to have a word with her.
It didn’t seem inappropriate, so Yang Chuxia followed the monk with Ming Liu. But, just after she finished speaking with the old monk and stepped out, she found her precious son crying again.
In front of the main hall, his cries were loud, drawing the attention of people who were otherwise looking around or browsing small souvenirs.
"Mommy, mommy..."
"Which little brat is causing trouble, running around like a headless chicken? You’ve dirtied my dress; could you even afford to pay for it?" Then another shrill voice of complaint followed.
The shrill voice coupled with the unpleasant words were uncomfortable to hear.
Yang Chuxia pushed through the crowd and saw Big Mother Li holding Yangyang, with Little Mother Li protecting Lele, both glaring at the other party.
"What happened?"
Upon seeing Yang Chuxia arrive, Yangyang immediately reached out his little hands, and as he turned his head, Yang Chuxia noticed that half of Yangyang’s little face was swollen.
"What happened here? Who hit you like this?" Yang Chuxia felt her heart quiver; her son was not even two years old, so small, and someone had actually managed to swell his face. Damn it!
"Mommy, she hit me!" Now that his mom was here and he felt backed up, Yangyang pointed his little hand in the direction of the accused.
Yang Chuxia glanced over and saw a short, plump woman weighing at least two hundred pounds. It wasn’t clear whether she was a young lady or a madam, but she looked like a flower or at least a precious jade. Two maids and two young servants followed behind her.
Seeing Yang Chuxia staring at her, the woman hurriedly pointed her chubby finger, saying, "It’s his fault for bumping into me and dirtying my dress." True to her words, there was indeed a small handprint on the lower part of her skirt.