"Ah? Why is that?" Lele was somewhat puzzled.
"Your fatherās poisoning has some leads, Mother needs to go out and have a look. But this matter must not be known to your father, otherwise he wonāt let Mother leave, you understand?" Yang Chuxia thought to herself that it was indeed embarrassing to kneel in the bustling market, even though she was not a man. As the wife of a Prefect, having knelt like this, she was afraid she would be pointed at and talked about for the rest of her life. Brother An would not allow her to do this, so she had to keep it a secret.
"Mother, is there a danger?" Lele asked sharply, "Thereās danger, isnāt there? Let your son accompany you."
"Silly child, if there really were a danger, Mother would not allow you to come along even more." Yang Chuxia laughed, "Donāt worry, thereās no danger, itās just that the thing Mother is going to do is a bit shameful, and if your father knew, he might not agree. This is to save your fatherās life, no matter how embarrassing it is, Mother must go, do you understand?"
"Okay, your son understands," Lele nodded, "I will distract Father, you be at ease."
"Good, such a good child!"
Upon entering the side chamber, the two little buns had just woken up, their eyes foggy and moist, looking as endearing as little deer.
"Little sister looks like Father too."
"Yes, the older she gets, the more distinctive her features become." Yang Chuxia kissed Yueyue, then looked at Lele and smiled, "Both of you siblings resemble your father, with refined facial features. If your sister grows a little older, you two will look like you were twins."
"Hehe, Yangyang looks like Mother." Lele looked at his sister and then at Qingqing, the little fellow was blowing bubbles quietly, without cries or fuss, and had a temperament somewhat like Lele when he was younger, "Mother, who does little brother look like? I canāt tell at all."
"When we were in Capital City, your granduncle said that Qingqing looks like your grandmother."
One cannot help but marvel at the wonders of genetics; it was unexpected that their youngest would inherit the looks of her mother-in-law.
"Then Grandmother must have been a great beauty when she was alive," Lele sighed. "Little brother looks so pretty, just like a little girl."
"Yes, very handsome." Yang Chuxia was quite proud of this fact; each of her four children was exceptionally good-looking.
By the time she came out from the side chamber, Ye Ziāan had already woken up, and Mingcui had brought the food box over. Yangyang was kneeling on the chair, serving the meal for Brother An.
"Mother, brother, come and eat. Iāll serve you."
"Okay, thank you, son."
"Thank you, little brother."
"Itās just a little help." Yangyang calmly replied. Ye Ziāan chuckled, "Ah, good memory, youāve also learned this idiom."
"Thatās right, beautiful Dad, Iām very smart, I just didnāt study seriously before."
"You rascal, you actually know you havenāt been studying seriously, huh?" Ye Ziāan said with a smile as he took the bowl, which still contained ginseng porridge.
The kitchen has recently been making porridge with additions like ginseng and ganoderma because she thought that with these things, Ye Ziāan should be able to live longer.
"Knowing you havenāt been serious, you should change from now on," Yang Chuxia casually chided him.
"Mother, I understand," Yangyang nodded obediently.
After having breakfast, Yang Chuxia made an excuse to go shopping and left the Ye Residence.
Once out of the Ye Residence, she had the servant boys help her find the noisiest place.
Eventually, they decided on East Main Street. On hearing this, Yang Chuxia dispatched her carriage to wait there in advance.
When the crowd gradually increased, Yang Chuxia stood in the center of the street, looked around to ensure there was nothing unusual, stopped hesitating, and with her legs bending, she went down with a plop, kneeling straight on the ground.