"Then letâs not talk about it anymore." Yang Chuxia thought that Shen Qiuâs cheating behavior could also be considered a form of cuckolding, how could Uncle Dayong not mind at all?
"Sis, what do you think about finding a new wife for Uncle Dayong? We could help him find a good one. If he looks by himself, itâs not too reliable, his taste is truly worrisome." Yang Qingtong was quite enthusiastic about this matter.
Yet Yang Chuxia looked at him strangely and spoke dispiritedly, "You should be more concerned about yourself when you have time. Once Qingrui gets married, itâll be your turn."
"Ouch, Sis, weâre talking about Uncle Dayong, why bring me up? Iâve already said, I wonât get married until I pass the Advanced Scholar exam." Yang Qingtong thought for a moment and then said, "Seriously, we should get a matchmaker to help."
"Forget about it, Uncle Dayong isnât going to think about finding a wife again, and even if he wants to find one, now isnât the time." Initially, she had the same thought as Qingtong, but after careful consideration, she realized that no matter what, the Shen Qiu incident had hurt Uncle Dayong.
In the short term, his impression of women is probably very poor, and he might even have a strong aversion to women. Asking him to find someone new is likely something he would not agree to.
"Yeah, thatâs true!" Not mentioning Yang Dayongâs situation, Yang Qingtong brought up Shen Qiuâs matter again, "Sis, I heard that the Young Madam Zhangâs family made a scene at the Zhang Family this morning. Shen Qiu was severely beaten by Young Madam Zhangâs family. They say it was she who angered Young Madam Zhang to death."
"She deserved the beating, wandering between two men, one of whom already has a wife, who else is there to blame?" After saying this, Yang Chuxia glanced at Yang Qingtong, "How come youâre so gossipy today? Youâre all about Shen Qiuâs affairs."
"I happened to hear about it when I went to town to buy things for Big Brother, and since itâs related to Uncle Dayong I asked a few more questions."
"Havenât you finished buying Qingruiâs things yet?"
"All set, just waiting for the big day."
On the ninth day of the ninth month, the Double Ninth Festival, the Yang Family had already started bustling with activity. The eldest grandson of this generation of the Yang Family was getting married; it was naturally a grand affair.
Relatives were almost all invited, the ones who should be please were pleased.
It was the same with friends. Aside from those invited by the Yang Family, even those with more distant relations who hadnât been invited came to show their support upon hearing the news.
After the banquet in the evening, many relatives who traveled from afar couldnât be accommodated by the Yang Family, so they were arranged to stay at the Ye Family.
Naturally, figures like Commandery Princess Dongyang and Mu Shaoling were to stay at the Ye Family too.
"When are you heading back to Capital City?" Once at the Ye Family, Yang Chuxia casually asked.
"What, you arenât that petty, are you? Weâve just arrived at your place and youâre already thinking of sending us back to Capital City?" Mu Shaoling had just lifted his teacup when he complained.
Yang Chuxia wordlessly pursed her lips and then spoke to Commandery Princess Dongyang, "Chengcheng was born by him, right? People say you lose intelligence for three years with each pregnancy, but it seems you havenât lost your wits; itâs Mu Shaoling who has become quite foolish."
"..." At this moment, Mu Shaoling wished he hadnât spoken at all. Why had he interjected into womenâs conversations?
Yangyang, however, looked curiously at Mu Shaolingâs stomach, glancing back and forth.
"Kid, what are you looking at?" The intense gaze made Mu Shaoling lose his composure.
"Uncle Shaoling, I was just wondering whether Chengcheng was born by you or Aunt Dongyang." After a pause, he added, "Iâm considering, when I want a wife, should I speak to you or should I go urge Aunt Dongyang?"