"Exactly, you should get to know yourself better, so you wonât forget who you are." Ye Ziâan said with a laugh.
Just as he opened his eyes briefly and glanced at himself quickly, the door was knocked from the outside.
"Mother." Yangyang said while knocking on the door, "Someone from the palace is here, summoning us to go to the palace."
"Got it, coming." Yang Chuxia said as she opened the door, and Yangyang squeezed into the room under her arm.
"Oh my!" Before she could turn around, Yangyangâs surprised voice came, "Handsome Dad, why are you here too? Oh my gosh, why is there a pretty sister in the room?"
Seeing the disguised Mu Shaoling, Yangyangâs eyes sparkled brightly, like black diamonds under the sun.
"Where did this sister come from, sheâs so beautiful?" Yangyang rubbed his small face and suddenly rushed forward, "Sister, be my wife, Iâll make you my first wife."
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoling was instantly rendered speechless.
Yang Chuxia also felt helpless, wanting to say, "Son, is it really okay to ask your future father-in-law to be your first wife?"
"Youâll never get a bride like this."
"Sister, why arenât you saying anything?" Yangyang looked at him carefully, noticing his gaze had turned cold. Unconsciously, he rubbed his little arms, "Tsk tsk, still an ice-cold beauty, never smiling. Sister, thatâs not very charming."
"Yangyang..." Seeing that Mu Shaoling was about to get angry, Ye Ziâan suppressed his laughter and called Yangyang, "Alright, didnât you say someone from the palace is here? Letâs go."
"Oh, oh." Yangyang nodded and started to lead the way, but after two steps, he suddenly turned around, looking at Ye Ziâan with suspicion, "Handsome Dad, somethingâs not right."
"Whatâs not right?" Ye Ziâan was puzzled by his seemingly random words.
"Why are you also in the room?" Yangyang crossed his arms, his big eyes full of doubt, "This pretty sister is also in the room, what are you two doing? Handsome Dad, you canât do anything to wrong Mother, or I wonât like you."
"What nonsense." Ye Ziâan lightly patted his small shoulder, "Didnât you see your mother is also in the room? What could I possibly do in front of her?"
"Oh right, I forgot about that." Yangyang reconsidered and found it made sense.
Nonetheless, he took two steps and came back to Mu Shaoling, "Pretty sister, my Handsome Dad belongs to my Mother, you canât take him, or youâll be a bad woman. Got it?"
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia, walking beside them, couldnât hold back anymore. Her son was so adorable that it was killing her with laughter.
At this moment, Mu Shaoling was utterly speechless, looking at this little rascal who kept giving him odd looks, wishing he could just toss him aside.
It really drove him mad, to think that as a respectable healer, he had disguised as a woman only to be mistaken as a husband-stealing bad woman? Oh heavens, he felt utterly humiliated.
"Mother, why are you laughing?" Yangyang asked cluelessly.
"Nothing." Yang Chuxia pulled him and said, "This sister, sheâs here to help your dad and mom with some work. Sheâs from a respectable family, so donât be rude, understand?"
"Oh, okay, I got it." Yangyang turned back and said, "Sister, I apologize for what I said earlier, please donât mind a little kidâs words. They say beautiful people have big hearts, and I believe you do too."