Chapter 2089 - 2091: The News Spreads

"Why so delicate then." Yang Chuxia said with a smile, "I’m controlling my strength."

Ye Zi’an said nothing but took her hand and rubbed it.

Seeing his relaxed expression, Yang Chuxia asked, "How is your situation handling?"

Ye Zi’an knew she was referring to the Imperial Exam incident, shook his head, and said, "Currently, there hasn’t been any progress. It’s already confirmed that those ice blocks have issues, but the person who delivered them is dead, a suicide!"

"Suicide?" Yang Chuxia shook her head helplessly, "These people in the shadows really make one’s teeth gnash in hatred."

"Indeed, we can only investigate slowly."

Ye Zi’an tugged at her, "Quickly go wash up and sleep."

"Mm!"

Yang Chuxia got up to prepare for the bathhouse, but Ye Zi’an suddenly asked, "Does my lady need her husband to serve? Seems my bathing skills have improved."

"Haha, it seems I have hands myself, so no need to trouble our family’s Lord Marquis." Yang Chuxia waved her hand and quickly walked away.

A joke, letting him serve in bathing? Then the bathhouse couldn’t be looked at directly afterward.

Ye Zi’an watched her back and chuckled to himself, ran quite fast, but wouldn’t she have to come back later?

Waiting patiently isn’t bad either!

As Yang Chuxia returned, she found Ye Zi’an still awake, with his inner garments open, one hand supporting his head, and the other holding a book, with his ink-black hair streaming to one side.

Seeing her come in with loose wet hair, he frowned, "Why do you always come out without drying your hair after washing it? Luckily it’s summer, if it were winter you could catch a cold."

"Waiting for you to dry it for me." Yang Chuxia said, then sat down on a chair beside him.

Ye Zi’an chuckled and shook his head, stood up, took a towel, and came over to help her dry her hair.

Maybe because Ye Zi’an’s drying was gentle, she felt so comfortable that her eyelids grew heavy, and soon both eyes closed tightly.

The gentle, long breathing sounds came, Ye Zi’an glanced down, she was already asleep.

He sighed softly; waited till now only for her to fall asleep.

Ultimately couldn’t bear to wake her, seeing her hair no longer dripping, he bent down, carried her to the bed, kissed her, then extinguished the lamp, holding Yang Chuxia tightly as they slept.

By the morning when Yang Chuxia woke, Ye Zi’an had already gone to the court, but left a note for her on the table.

Upon seeing it, Yang Chuxia smiled, it turned out Ye Zi’an had already learned everything about Nanny Gui from Ming Lan and had someone bring out Nanny Gui’s son, letting her just wait at home.

Only then did Yang Chuxia realize Ye Zi’an’s people were growing more numerous and formidable, able to help solve issues and protect her family.

Her Brother An had finally matured into a powerful man who could shield the family from trouble.

Ye Zi’an’s side moved quickly; the following day two boys were sent over.

Nanny Gui’s elder son appeared to be around twelve or thirteen years old, the younger son about the same age as Lele.

After taking the two kids to meet Nanny Gui, Yang Chuxia then had someone report to the authorities.

That old witch Madam of Prime Minister, if she isn’t made to pay a price this time, then she won’t be called Yang Chuxia.

These days vague rumors in the Capital City had surfaced about Yang Xiayun being unable to bear children, and the reason spread was because a miscarriage had injured her body and left her infertile.

Such matters were well concealed by Prince An’s Mansion; the message couldn’t have spread from there, nor from Mu Shaoling.