Chapter 1808 - 1810: Who Needs Brains When You Have Absolute Strength?

"Heir Tong is an arrogant person, yet his skills are mediocre. If it weren’t for the Old State Duke of Tong Residence assigning him as the heir when he was born years ago, it’s questionable whether the position of heir would have even fallen to him."

Old Mu paused for a moment and continued, "There’s no need to worry about him. Although he’s a bit puffed-up, he’s not ruthless enough. He often threatens people with words, but he won’t actually do anything. His tactics are only useful against minor officials."

"That’s good then," Ye Zi’an said, "wouldn’t want to replace one Madam Tong with an heir."

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"Mother, is it true we’re going to the estate tomorrow?" Yangyang put down his little book bag and rushed over to hug Yang Chuxia.

Neither of the children went to school today, because after the incident with Lele, going to school would surely stir up a lot of inquiries.

Ye Zi’an followed behind and scolded, "Who are you hugging? Did you wash your hands? Don’t dirty your mother’s clothes."

Yangyang immediately released Yang Chuxia upon hearing this, glanced at his hands, and shook his head, "Handsome Dad, you’re really lame, you’re so old yet still jealous? If you’re jealous, just tell me not to hug Mother, why do you have to say my hands are dirty? You’re something else."

"...Hmph..." Ye Zi’an snorted and glared at him, this kid is becoming increasingly unlovable.

Yangyang pouted and turned to speak with Yang Chuxia again, "Mother, you haven’t answered me. Is it true?"

"Yes," Yang Chuxia laughed, "I heard that a lot of fruits have ripened at the estate. I’m taking you all to pick fruits."

"Wow, that’s awesome." Yangyang loves to play, and he bounced with excitement upon hearing that, "Mother, I love you!"

Lele hurriedly said upon hearing this, "I’m not going, I want to stay home."

Yang Chuxia saw him limply sitting in the chair and asked, "Why don’t you want to go?"

"Why else?" Yangyang raised his eyelids and said, "Mother, think about it, if I go to the estate and he stays home, there’ll be no one to supervise him going to the practice room, he’ll definitely slack off whenever he can."

"Why are you so clever?" Lele cried out upon hearing this, "I still prefer the silly Yangyang."

"Who’s silly?" Yangyang quickly darted in front of him, eyes looking dangerously, "Are you talking about yourself? What’s the use of being smarter than me? Can you beat me? In the face of absolute strength, who cares about brains?"

Well, when it comes to this, Lele is defeated.

Seeing his expression, Yangyang smugly laughed, "How about we make a deal? Call me brother, and I’ll cover for you from now on, how’s that?"

"In your dreams!" Lele slapped him, "When the teacher was lecturing, you were definitely daydreaming. Dream too much and you can’t tell reality from fantasy. You covering me? Yangyang, do you still want your money back?"

Saying that, Lele patted his little purse.

His medicine had been sold, the money had been received, and roughly calculating, he made a small profit; back then he borrowed a few hundred taels from Yangyang, so naturally, it’s time to pay him back.

"Money?" Yangyang shouted immediately, "Right, I almost forgot, you still owe me money."

"Why are you yelling?" Lele quickly stepped forward to pull him when he heard the shout.

Yangyang came to his senses and giggled, then waved to Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an, "Handsome Dad and Mother, I’m heading back to the courtyard. I’ll come back later."