The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Yang Chuxia didn’t hesitate, quickly closed the door, and when she turned around, she saw Old Mu throw the sack to the ground as if he were tossing a pig.

Ye Zi’an then swiftly stepped forward to untie the sack, and Yang Chuxia saw a messy head appear. When Ye Zi’an fully opened the sack, a person whose clothes were in tatters, looking like a street beggar, appeared.

"Who is this person? How did he end up like this?" Yang Chuxia asked.

Ye Zi’an shook his head helplessly, "A once noble imperial figure."

With just that one sentence, Yang Chuxia instantly understood who this person was.

"Uncle, why did you bring him out?" Ye Zi’an hadn’t discussed the matter with Yang Chuxia, so she was still bewildered at this moment.

"Xiaxia, it’s a long story, let Brother An explain to you later, but you must hide him well. Everyone outside is chasing us now, and carrying him slows us down, so I came to your mansion on the way. I can’t go back now, so I’ll stay at your place for the night. As for him, find a way to hide him. I reckon it won’t be long before someone comes to search. He absolutely can’t be caught, or we’re all finished."

Old Mu added that he originally planned to take the person outside the city, but considering the trouble if the city were locked down, and without a good place to hide in the city, he stopped at Prince An’s Mansion while passing by.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place," Ye Zi’an said calmly, "He may not think we’d hide him at home."

"Alright, I understand." Although Yang Chuxia didn’t want such a person hidden at her home, she understood the urgency of the situation, and with Old Mu’s consideration for their family, she didn’t think he would harm them.

"Brother An, carry him on your back."

Upon hearing Yang Chuxia say this, Old Mu knew she had a place to hide him, so he left first.

After he left, Yang Chuxia took Brother An behind the bed and lifted it. She lightly pressed a pattern on the bedside cabinet, and a board moved aside.

"Go down!"

"Xiaxia, is there a secret passage in this room?" Ye Zi’an was surprised.

"How could a disgraced prince not leave himself some escape routes?" Yang Chuxia smiled, "But this isn’t one he left, and it’s not a secret passage; it’s a basement. I had Fugui send his apprentice to dig it. I didn’t expect the first use would be for him."

Ye Zi’an followed Yang Chuxia down and found it fully furnished with a bed, table, and even food.

"Wife, you’ve thought of everything."

"Of course, I’ll secretly tell you, I originally intended this courtyard for us to live in. In Lele’s main courtyard, there’s also a basement like this. I’ll tell him when he marries and moves in." Yang Chuxia said as she took the blanket off the bed, "Put him down first, we’ll go up now. As Uncle said, people will be coming soon."

"Okay, wife, you go up first."

Once they both returned to the room, someone from the front courtyard came to deliver a message.

"Young master, madam!"

"Young master, madam!"

The gate was knocked loudly, and upon hearing the noise, Mingcui hurried to open the main door, where the gatekeeper said, "Miss Mingcui, quickly inform the madam, someone is here to search our mansion for fugitives."

"Don’t panic, I’ll go take a look." Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an straightened his clothes and led the way to the front courtyard.