At such a good time for advancement, a series of these things unexpectedly happened.
Although the Emperor said it was a temporary respite for him to recuperate, and that heâd take office again once fully recovered, the court is ever-changing, often within just a day. If youâre inactive in the officialdom for a year, who will remember you then?
Thus, he took extra care to console Ye Ziâan with a few words.
Ye Ziâan naturally thanked him sincerely for his kindness.
The visitor didnât stay long in Shandong and returned to the Capital City the next day.
However, the purpose of his visit to Shandong was known by the local officials; they all understood that Ye Ziâan was out of luck. Saying he was temporarily suspended for recuperation was putting it nicely; otherwise, it meant he was dismissed.
But despite this, most people felt no inclination to mock him, since his foundation is solid, not something an ordinary person can compare to.
As soon as the imperial edict arrived, Yang Chuxia quickly packed everything, just waiting for Ye Ziâan to finish the handover so they could leave Shandong.
"Hehe, the sooner we leave, the better; Iâll be able to get married sooner," Luo Linhao said with a cheeky smile.
"Itâs not as simple as you think," Yang Chuxia said bluntly. "Qingtong said before leaving that he and Qingrui have to be present for Yunyunâs wedding, so you can do the math yourself."
Yang Qingtong had already left Shandong, temporarily returning to Funan. Before leaving, he suggested that Yang Xiayunâs wedding should be postponed until he and his elder brother finished the autumn hunting, by then rushing to the Capital City for the wedding.
Luo Linhao counted on his fingers, thinking it was already June and the autumn hunting was in September, so wouldnât his wedding have to wait until December?
"Oh my, really? This brother-in-lawâs heart is too ruthless."
Nobody paid attention to his lament; everyone carried on with their own tasks.
Yang Chuxia was trying to help Yueyue braid her hair when Lele entered, pulling little Qingqing along.
"Mom, is my mansion ready?"
"Why? Canât wait to move in?"
"Hehe, just asking," Lele said, "Itâs not nice for us to keep staying at the granduncleâs place, right?"
"Donât worry; a letter from the Capital City two days ago said it is already ready," Yang Chuxia chuckled, "I initially asked them to take their time, but the House of the Imperial Clan kept checking often, forcing them to speed up construction. Which is good; we can move in once we get to the Capital City."
"Thatâs great!" Lele turned to tell Qingqing, "When we get to the Capital City, you and big brother will be in one courtyard."
"Wow, brother, thatâs not fair," Yangyang ran in, sweaty. "You plan to live with Qingqing; where am I supposed to stay? Donât tell me I have to live with Yueyue?"
"No!" Yueyue, who rarely spoke, suddenly shouted.
"Really? Yueyue, do you despise me that much?" Yangyangâs face turned pitiful. "Do you all dislike me this much? How can we live like this?"
"Haha, then you can stay by yourself," Yang Chuxia laughed.
To everyoneâs surprise, Yueyue suddenly stretched out her arms, reaching for Qingqing, "Weâll stay together!"
"Well, well? Yueyue, well done," Yangyang laughed, winking at Lele, "See, someone is competing with you. Looks like youâll have to stay with me."
Ye Ziâan entered from the outside, seeing the four children gathered around Yang Chuxia chatting lively, and felt a slight swell in his chest. He previously felt somewhat disheartened about being dismissed, but seeing them now, that slight desolation vanished without a trace. If he could spend the coming days watching them grow up, there would be nothing to be sad about.