Since the incident with Qian Xiaoqing, Yang Chuxia has been particularly attentive to children, fearing they might be kidnapped.
If they are taken and sold to families without children, they might have a chance at a good life, but if they are sold into those filthy places, their lives would be ruined.
"What you said is quite feasible," Ye Ziāan said with a smile, "Letās go back first. Tomorrow morning, I will talk to my cousin."
Ye Ziāan and his group, with their horses and swords, passed through the city gates. The refugees didnāt dare to block them but tried to follow them into the city, only to be harshly kicked back by the guards.
"If you talk about it, the Prime Minister will hate you even more."
That day in the main hall, when the Prime Minister called Ye Ziāan a traitor, Yang Chuxia was somewhat aware. If Brother An intervenes in this matter again today, it might infuriate that old scoundrel.
"So what?" Ye Ziāan didnāt give a damn about the Prime Minister, "Even if heās angry with me now, heāll have to keep it to himself, fearing my cousin will settle accounts with him later."
"Let me tell you, that old scoundrel once accepted things from the Li Family. After Young Master Liās suicide, when I seized the Li Familyās assets, Assistant Minister Li exposed the Prime Minister. The information was presented to my cousin, who temporarily suppressed it, waiting for the right moment to strike after the situation stabilizes."
Yang Chuxia understood this point: nearly every time thereās a change of dynasty, the court officials also change.
And this time, Prince Zhuang only targeted a few families closely related to Prince Le, leaving the rest untouched.
"When will Prince Zhuang ascend the throne?"
"Well, the old Emperor is meddling in this, isnāt he?"
Although he hadnāt attended court these past few days, he was not unaware of the happenings there. The old Emperor, seeing Prince Le dead, wanted to govern once more, unwilling to remain as the Grand Emperor.
Otherwise, he wouldnāt have advised Prince Zhuang to feign illness and concurrently rendered the old Emperor incapacitated.
"Such old fools, fighting for the throne at their age? Ridiculous!"
Yang Chuxia couldnāt comprehend such people, "Whatās so good about being an Emperor? Rising earlier than the chickens, sleeping later than the dogs, exhausting oneself with memorials. If you do well, itās expected, and if not, youāre condemned by everyone. That old Emperor, at his age, doesnāt even know to enjoy some leisure, isnāt he foolish?"
"Just canāt let go!"
"Forget it, letās not bother with them anymore."
They soon returned to Prince Anās Mansion. Ye Ziāan helped her off the horse, "My dear, youāve been too fatigued these past few days. From tomorrow on, rest well at home. Iāll keep an eye on Yangyang; news wonāt come so fast, and rushing wonāt help us."
"I donāt really feel tired," Yang Chuxia sighed, "Itās you who have barely closed your eyes lately; your eyes are sunken. With Prince Zhuang ill these days, why donāt you take a few days off at home too?"
"I know my limits. No need to worry about me, my dear. Letās go, letās return to our room."
Ye Ziāan thought, this was certainly not the time for him to rest. Just returning from outside the city, the refugee issue was something that urgently needed addressing.
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"Mommy, mommy..."
"Mommy, mommy..."
After running around outside the whole day yesterday, Yang Chuxia was a bit tired and slept heavily, not even noticing when Ye Ziāan left.
But now, in a daze, she heard someone calling her mommy. At first, she thought she was dreaming until someone vigorously pulled her arm and even pinched her nose, startling Yang Chuxia awake.
Upon opening her eyes, she met the bright gaze of her eldest son.