"Wow, uncle, what are you trying to do?" Yangyang put his hands on his hips and exclaimed, "Itās wrong of you to sneak up on me like that. And to think I was even going to ask if you wanted to have dinner at my house."
"What is Prince Le trying to do?" After Ye Ziāan finished talking with Yang Chuxia, he also came into the room and just saw Prince Le stretching out a hand, but he was a bit far from the children. By the time Ye Ziāan arrived, Yangyang had already jumped away on his own.
Hearing him speak, Yangyang tugged on his clothes, "Pretty dad, heās being too much. He tried to grab my neck."
"Donāt be scared, thereās daddy here."
"Pretty dad, Iām not afraid at all." Yangyang raised his little fist, "Hmph, little master here is really good at martial arts; ordinary people canāt beat me."
He remembered that even pretty dadās cousin couldnāt beat him.
Prince Le quietly sat there, observing the expressions of the father and sons.
He sneered, curling his lips.
Suddenly, he lunged at Yangyang again.
Just as Yangyang said, he wasnāt afraid; after pushing Lele away, he drew the soft sword that Ye Ziāan had given him from his waist.
"Yangyang..."
Seeing Ye Ziāan about to intervene, Prince Le curled his lips, but it was his guard who stepped forward and said, "Lord Ye, please stand aside, the prince wonāt harm the little master."
Yangyang also exclaimed, "Pretty dad, let me handle it myself. Iāll spar with uncle."
The words from the little one carried such an adult demeanor, making the cold-faced Prince Leās expression soften a bit.
Ye Ziāan, seeing that Prince Le had no murderous intent and hearing Yangyangās words, stepped aside to watch.
Prince Le started sparring with sword-wielding Yangyang with one hand.
Initially, Prince Le was merely playing around with him, but after a dozen moves, he found that the boy was quite skilled, so he engaged a bit more earnestly.
However, given his young age, after dozens of moves, Ye Ziāan noticed sweat forming on Yangyangās forehead, and his little face was flushed red, yet he still persisted with a determined look.
Fortunately, Prince Le noticed this too and stopped on his own, saying, "Not bad!" After adjusting his sleeves and glancing at Ye Ziāan, he added, "You really have a good son."
After saying that, he left with his entourage like the wind.
This left everyone in the Ye Residence utterly bewildered. What was he here for, in the end?
Yangyang blinked, watching the direction he left, touched his head, and asked Ye Ziāan, "Could he have come just to fight with me?"
Ye Ziāan twitched at the corner of his eye, about to tell his son he was overthinking things, when Ye Yi, who had gone out, returned.
"What happened?"
"I heard Prince Le scolded the heir at the residence, and then he came to our house."
"Scolded the heir of Prince Le?" Ye Ziāan mused.
"Exactly," Ye Yi continued, "Master, I heard that the heir of Prince Le is quite weak and that Prince Le was displeased with this and reprimanded him."
"Is that so?" When Ye Yi mentioned this, both children were still there, and upon hearing it, Lele said, "If thatās the case, I actually know why he came."
"Letās hear it!"
"Isnāt it obvious? His kid is probably around the same age as my brother and me. He definitely wanted to see if my brother and I would be as timid as his son. But heād be disappointed."
"Tsk tsk," Yangyang put his soft sword back in its sheath and muttered, "By your logic, did he come to grab my neck to test if Iām scared? How strange, could he have grabbed his sonās neck too? And then his son cried? So he came to see if Iād cry?"