Yang Chuxia was also quite helpless, her sonâs habit had been like this since childhood, she simply couldnât manage it.
"Oh, brother, youâre really picky." Yangyang rolled his eyes at him, "Weâre brothers, whatâs wrong with being affectionate? When youâre seventy or eighty, you might want me to kiss you, but Iâd dislike your wrinkled face then."
"Haha..."
"Haha..."
"Pft..."
Ye Ziâan held back his laughter and gave Yangyang a thumbs-up, son, youâre impressive.
Yang Chuxia did the same, hugging the impatient Yangyang with his little pouting face, "Little two, youâre really too funny. I really like your little mouth." She said and gave a peck on his little lips.
Immediately, Yangyang was stunned, then under Ye Ziâanâs angry glare, he blushed, burying his little face in Yang Chuxiaâs shoulder, Oh my, so shy, mother actually kissed his little lips!
Comparatively, while the Ye Family in the carriage was merry, other places werenât as pleasant.
The palace was on the brink of a clash.
The Tong Residence was filled with wailing.
In the Luo Residence, vases had shattered everywhere.
Men are always unable to resist beauty, regardless if the person holds a high position or is extremely wealthy, they canât escape the allure!
The Emperor of Great Zhou was still like this!
In the palace, when Yang Chuxiaâs group arrived, a maid named Mingsha followed behind her, tall and enchanting, with a graceful figure, and he couldnât look away after just one glance.
But as an Emperor, how was it appropriate to ask a ministerâs wife for her maid?
Thus, he made a few remarks, unexpectedly Yang Chuxia was so perceptive, it didnât take much effort for him to acquire her.
However, the words of Prince Le lingered in his mind a few times, did he fear death? Indeed!
The higher the position and authority, the more one fears being harmed.
He was worried about an alien maid, but Yang Chuxiaâs few words sparked his desire, thus Mu Shaoling, disguised as a maid, remained.
In the afternoon, after the Emperor finished processing a batch of memorials in the Imperial Study, he returned to his sleeping quarters, whereas Mu Shaoling was temporarily placed in the side hall.
At this moment, Mu Shaoling, bypassing the previous awkwardness and anger of being treated as a beauty to be presented to the Emperor by Yang Chuxia, was left only with contemplation.
When he meets the Emperor later, how to dismiss the people around him and how to fully reveal his identity, while not implicating the Mu Family and Ye Family in the Emperorâs wrath.
Soon, a young eunuch came to convey the message, the Emperor wanted to summon Mingsha.
At the mention of Mingsha, Mu Shaoling felt incredibly frustrated, youâre the maiden, your whole family is the maiden.
"Emperor, Mingsha has arrived!"
"Let them in!"
Upon entering, Mu Shaoling noticed the Emperor was still accompanied by the two eunuchs from Prince Le.
Cursing silently, they really annoyed him by not leaving him alone.
"Emperor, this servant Mingsha pays respects to the Emperor!" He medicated his voice, making it so sharp that it seemed he had become a different person.
"Rise." The Emperor, in his own chamber, was quite casual, lying on his lounge chair, very relaxed.
"Thank you, Emperor!" Mingsha lowered his eyes.
A moment later, the Emperor said, "Come over, help me massage my legs."
One sentence almost made Mu Shaoling shiver.
Are you kidding? A man asks people to massage his legs? In his impression, only those playboys liked a beauty on the left hand, a cup of wine in the right hand, and two girls massaging their legs in front?
But this moment didnât allow him to say no.
Upon hearing, Mingsha had no choice but to approach, lowering himself and stretching out his clenched hands.
He astutely noticed that when he extended his hand, the two eunuchs paused over his hands for a while.