Chapter 1812 - 1814

"What’s this?" Yang Chuxia said as she unfolded the clothes.

Just a glance, wow, this is way too see-through.

And these few straps on it, what are they even?

"Clothes!" Ye Zi’an ushered her into the bathroom, saying, "When you wear this later, wife, you’ll definitely look stunning."

"Pervert!" This is practically not wearing anything.

"Hey, that’s not right, wife." Ye Zi’an replied, "This is called marital fun."

"Do you have clothes like this?" Yang Chuxia asked upon hearing that.

"These kinds of clothes are for women, why would I have them?" Ye Zi’an shook his head, he went through a lot of trouble to get these clothes. If it weren’t for Prince Fu mentioning it while talking, he wouldn’t know about these clothes.

"Hehe, wife wear this first, later there will be a red gauze one, a black gauze one, it’s bound to be wonderful." Okay, the one in Yang Chuxia’s hands is white.

"That’s not happening!" Yang Chuxia stuffed the clothes into his arms, declaring, "If you’re not wearing them, neither am I."

Hmph, as if she doesn’t know these clothes, they’re just historical versions of lingerie.

"Don’t be like that, wife. Next time, next time we’ll wear them together." Ye Zi’an coaxed, while lowering his head to capture her lips, which were about to speak.

Afterwards, seeing her panting against him, Ye Zi’an scooped her into the water barrel.

With something to lean against, Yang Chuxia rested on the edge, sighing comfortably, Ye Zi’an, seeing this, poured some water over her and used a towel to dry her body.

Ye Zi’an noticed she seemed completely relaxed and weak, secretly laughing. The weaker, the better, he’d personally dress her in that outfit soon and she wouldn’t be able to resist.

Haha, it’ll be one outfit a day.

"What are you thinking? Smiling so wickedly?" Yang Chuxia looked up at him, puzzled.

Turns out Ye Zi’an was thinking and smiling out loud without realizing.

"Nothing!" Ye Zi’an quickly said, "Just thinking how beautiful you look like this, like a celestial maiden."

"More like the mother of a celestial maiden, calling me a maiden at my age?" Yang Chuxia retorted, "Back where I’m from, someone my age would still be considered a cute young girl, but here, I’m already a middle-aged woman."

"Really?" Ye Zi’an asked with interest, "Do you really marry that late there?"

"Of course, there are plenty of people who aren’t married at thirty or forty, whereas here, they’re grandfathers by then, it’s frightening."

In ancient times, marrying at fifteen or sixteen was common, even thirteen or fourteen in some remote places. If things went well, you’d be a grandparent by thirty.

"I just hope our Yangyang and Lele marry late. I don’t want someone calling me granny so early, just making me feel old."

"Haha" Ye Zi’an laughed, "I’m afraid that’s not something you can control."