"..."
Lele looked at him speechlessly again, really wanting to say, "Uncle, how slow can your reaction be?"
"But it doesnât matter. My dad said that he will handle my marriage arrangements. No matter what the old witch from the Luo Family says, it wonât work."
"Pfft..." Lele almost spat out, "Uncle, is it really okay for you to talk about your grandmother like this? Arenât you afraid of being scolded?"
"Whatâs the big deal?" Luo Linhao waved it off, unconcerned. "Everyone in the Capital City knows that our branch doesnât get along with the Luo Family. Moreover, whatever I do doesnât matter; they canât control me. The Luo Family might have been flourishing years ago, but now my dad is the only accomplished one in the entire house. No matter how unhappy they are, theyâll have to bear it."
"Uncle, you really make the most of your good fortune." Lele couldnât help but give him a thumbs-up.
Soon, the carriage entered Prince Anâs Mansion. Ye Ziâan and the others got off and went to the living room. Old Mu was already there, holding Yangyang and chatting.
When he saw Ye Ziâan and the others come in, he only looked up once.
"Uncle!"
"Youâre back."
"Hmm."
"Old dad!" Luo Linhao stepped forward and said, "You havenât seen me in ages, and you didnât even ask after me?"
"As long as youâre not missing an arm or a leg, whatâs there to ask?"
"Pfft... Seriously?" Luo Linhao exclaimed, "Am I still your son or not?"
"Brother, youâre asking the wrong thing." Luo Linyu, to the side, tossed a melon seed into her mouth and said, "You should ask, âAre you my dad?â Because I just asked that a moment ago."
Luo Linyu also looked dissatisfied. She wondered how many years it had been since sheâd seen her dad, probably not since she was little. If it werenât for the occasional letters and gifts, sheâd have thought she was a fatherless child. Now that theyâre meeting, he didnât even ask if sheâs been doing well outsideâLuo Linyu didnât even feel like complaining about him anymore.
"Nonsense. If Iâm not your dad, where did you come from?" Old Mu was displeased, finding their words disagreeable.
"Fine, youâre our dad, but apart from looking like us, thereâs nothing else that shows it." Luo Linhao muttered again. Heâs never seen a dad like theirs, not asking after them after all these years.
Old Mu acted as if he hadnât heard his muttering and asked Yang Chuxia, "Is the meal ready?"
"Itâs ready." Yang Chuxia replied, and then had Mingcui serve the meal.
"Tsk tsk, granduncle, uncle is getting jealous." On their way to the dining room, Yangyang pulled Old Mu aside and said, "Heâs upset that youâve been talking to me and ignoring him."
In response, Old Mu glanced at Luo Linhao and snorted, "Impressive!"
"Hey, kid, you looking for a beating?" Luo Linhao took a step forward and picked him up, "Youâre right, Iâm jealous. How come you donât have a dad and youâre holding mine?"
"My beautiful dad is now Yueyueâs," Yangyang laughed, "Uncle, youâre so cute when youâre jealous."
Luo Linhao was speechless. This brat, is "cute" really the word to describe him?
Because he was always thinking about matters in the palace, after the meal, Ye Ziâan went to the study with Old Mu, and seeing this, Luo Linhao followed.
"Uncle, has something happened in the Capital City recently?"
"Why do you ask that?"
Ye Ziâan replied, "When we entered the city in the morning, we ran into Prince Le outside the city, and in the afternoon, when we entered the palace, we ran into him at the palace gates again."