Chapter 1508 - 1510 I have something to ask you_1

Yangyang responded to her gaze, shrugged his little shoulders, and even blinked, "He cursed my mother like that, and if I don’t beat him up, I’d be embarrassed to call myself a man, right, brother?"

"Right, you must thrash him and thrash him hard!" Lele nodded in agreement, "The best thing about learning martial arts is being able to beat up whoever you want. Should I learn it too?" Saying this, he even touched his chin and began to think.

Upon hearing this, Yangyang spread his hands toward Yang Chuxia, See? Even brother thinks I’m right.

Yang Chuxia was speechless.

"All right, let’s not talk about the son anymore; he was simply taking up for you. Not to mention Yangyang, even I wanted to beat those two kids up when I heard about it."

Ye Zi’an simply said, "But the main issue is still Second Young Master Luo and his wife who recklessly spread rumors."

He had only recently heard from Baili Yan that Second Young Master Luo’s wife also came from the State Duke Tong’s household.

This own wretched deed, yet he had the audacity to claim it was his wife who seduced him. What shamelessness.

So, a few days later, Second Young Master Luo who was strolling outside the house with a walking stick, inexplicably got beaten up again, this time having one of his legs broken off.

"This State Duke Tong’s household is really something!" Yang Chuxia shook her head, wondering how such a domineering family could maintain their hundred-year-old enterprise.

"Should we wait a bit before having dinner?" Ye Zi’an asked again.

"The kitchen is already prepared, but if you have something to do, we can wait," she replied.

"Then let’s wait a bit longer." Ye Zi’an waved to Lele and Yangyang, "You two come with me; I have something to ask you."

Lele and Yangyang obediently followed him.

Ye Zi’an led them directly to the study he used before, and once there, he had Ye Er and Ye Yi stand guard outside while he closed the door.

"Dad, what do you want to talk to us about?" Lele asked, puzzled.

Ye Zi’an spoke with a hint of seriousness, "I’ve heard people say that the Emperor once took a bunch of titles in the Imperial Study and asked you about your preferences. Is this true?"

"What titles?" Yangyang was somewhat confused.

"It’s about all those words he showed us a few days ago," Lele explained, "With characters like ’Ning’, ’An’, and ’Zhuang’ on them."

"So it is true?" Ye Zi’an didn’t bother asking Yangyang anymore; he went straight to his eldest son, as the boy should know everything clearly.

"Dad, he did ask us. I saw he listed many characters and circled quite a few with his pen; there was also a ’prince’ character at the end. It so happened that day in school, I heard some people discussing how their fathers were going to become princes. That’s when I knew," he explained.

"What did he mean by asking about your preferences?" Ye Zi’an continued to inquire.

"Dad, there shouldn’t be any problems, right? He just asked which characters he wrote looked the best. In the end, he also asked me which character I liked," the son explained.

"And how did you respond?"

"My brother and I said all the characters he wrote looked good. And I said I liked the character ’An’ because it’s in your name."

"And that was it?"

"That was it."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an sighed with relief.

"Did something happen, Dad?"

"Nothing much, just remember if anyone asks about this matter, you answer them the same way you did with me today, got it?"

"Got it, Daddy!"

"Hmm, let’s go and have dinner."

On the way to the dining hall, Ye Zi’an asked Lele how he had been during those days in the palace, if he had missed home, and such.

"Dad, has that strange sickness in Shandong been cured?" Yangyang asked as they neared the dining hall.

"No!"

"Yikes, that’s really scary."