"Thatās right, heās thinking about how to weaken your power now, so thereās no way heād watch your power grow."
"Thatās exactly what Iām saying." Ye Ziāan thought of the incident in Shandong, "I suspect he might bring up the grave-digging issue again."
Ye Ziāan rubbed his brow; that matter had also spread to the Capital City. Although the people there werenāt as vehement as those in Shandong, they were equally opposed to him.
If Prince Le really wanted to exploit it, some irrational people might be incited to kneel at the palace gates in protest.
"Let him bring it up, what can he do anyway?" Yang Chuxia shook her head, "Just deny it as before. Although grave digging is taboo, Iāve never thought it was wrong. You werenāt the only one who benefited, so thereās no reason for just you to bear the blame when questions arise."
"Forget it, letās not mention this anymore, itās getting late, letās sleep." Ye Ziāan beckoned to her, smiling gently.
Later, Yang Chuxia also got into bed, and Ye Ziāan hugged her waist and gently stroked it, soon falling into a deep sleep.
In the morning, Yang Chuxia was sleeping soundly but felt slightly uncomfortable, a bit stuffy and out of breath.
This made her lift the blanket involuntarily, and she accidentally swung her hand, followed by a cry of pain.
"Ouch!"
The sound forced Yang Chuxia to open her eyes and she saw Ye Ziāan holding his eye, looking at her with grievance.
"Whatās wrong?" It would have been better if she hadnāt asked; once asked, Ye Ziāanās eyes were full of accusations.
Recalling her careless swing just now, she had a bad feeling, and sure enough, his eye was a bit red when she pulled his hand away.
"Haha, mistake, mistake." Yang Chuxia stretched out a finger and rubbed under his eye, then asked, "Are you okay?"
"Not okay!" Ye Ziāan rarely acted spoiled, "Eye hurts, heart hurts! Why did you swing your hand? I think you did it on purpose!"
"Sigh, I just wasnāt comfortable, felt a bit stuffy." Yang Chuxia thought for a moment, "Arenāt you lying down? How did I swing at you?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Ziāan fell silent; he wouldnāt admit he was bending down to try and pull a certain strap.
"Who knows why youāre so restless even when sleeping?" Ye Ziāan stiffened his tone, "I saw a piece of clothing fell down, just bent to pick it up, and suddenly, your iron fist swung up. You must compensate me!"
"Oh, no problem, Iāve got some cherished ointment for injuries, Iāll give it to you later." Yang Chuxia yawned, looked at his eye again, seeing it was just a little red, she was relieved and waved him off, "Iāll sleep a bit more, I had too many dreams last night, feeling dead tired now."
Staring blankly as she pulled up a blanket from the side and continued sleeping, Ye Ziāan was stunned, "Youāre not allowed to sleep! Who wants your medicine? As if I donāt have any!"
Yang Chuxia ignored him and continued to close her eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Ziāan moved closer, "Dear, pretending to sleep isnāt good, your compensation lacks sincerity."
"Shut up!" Yang Chuxia irritably grabbed a piece of cloth from inside the bed and covered Ye Ziāanās head with it, "Even sleeping youāre so noisy."
But looking at the cloth on his head, Ye Ziāanās eyes darkened; this item when worn by his wife was very alluring.