Ye Ziâan responded to this, "My son will have a wife sooner or later, if you start getting jealous now, there will be endless jealousy to come. You have more than one son, after all."
"Alas, Iâm missing Lele," Speaking of her son reminded her of Eldest, "Iâm not sure if heâs arrived at the Capital yet, nor if heâs well. Why hasnât Ye Er sent us a letter to this day?"
"Given the time, even if he hasnât arrived, it should be soon," paused Ye Ziâan, then continued, "Ye Er not sending a letter must be because that person wonât allow it. What if it reveals his whereabouts? Heâll definitely send letters once he gets to the Capital, and it will take a long time before they reach us."
"Thatâs true, but I still miss Lele." Yang Chuxia thought to herself that if the Emperor didnât send her son back soon, she would go to the Capital and bring him back herself.
Today was Dongyangâs sonâs baptism, and Ye Ziâan had sent Yang Chuxia over early in the morning, with Yangyang also in tow.
At the Mu Residence in Quanya County town, where Ye Ziâan had stayed while treating his leg previously, Yang Chuxia was quite familiar with the place.
Once inside the residence, Ye Ziâan took Yangyang to find Mu Shaoling. Yang Chuxia went to Dongyangâs courtyard to see the child.
By the time she arrived, there were already quite a few people in the room. Yet, her eyes swept around the room and didnât recognize anyone.
"Youâre here at last. Come and see my little Cheng," as she entered the inner chamber, Aunt Dongyang saw her come in and quickly sat up.
"You should lie down; why sit up? How do you feel?"
"Pretty good. The birth wasnât too difficult, and I didnât suffer much, though the child was premature." The son didnât look too frail, but it hurt her deeply to think about it. She had heard that premature children were difficult to raise.
"Donât worry, with Mu Shaoling, that great doctor around, even if itâs a premature birth, he can ensure the child grows up safe and sound." Yang Chuxia stepped forward to look at the newborn, "He looks just like you, have you settled on a name yet?"
"Yes, his nickname is Chengcheng, and his formal name is Mu Niancheng." Aunt Dongyang gazed at her son with a face full of tender love, feeling all her pain was worth it, he was just so adorable.
"What a lovely name! Truly a beautiful baby."
As she watched, she couldnât help but wonder why Mu Shaolingâs child looked so unwrinkled. When Lele and Yangyang were born, they were very wrinkly. Indeed, it seems true that the prettiest children belong to others.
"Has your Yangyang arrived yet?"
"Tsk, donât even mention him," upon hearing about Yangyang, Yang Chuxia felt a block in her heart.
"What happened?"
Talking about her son, Yang Chuxia didnât know whether to laugh or cry, "Let me tell you, when your familyâs retainers came with the news about your childbirth, that little guy burst into tears right there and then. While crying, he pulled on me and his father saying, his wife was gone, his wife was lost."
"Haha..." Aunt Dongyang laughed upon hearing this. That child really could do such a thing.
While the two of them were talking about Yangyangâs embarrassing moment, he arrived, clattering as he ran into the yard.
The people outside watched a delicate and pretty little boy barge in, and after exchanging puzzled glances, they showed a hint of disdain. Whose child was this, barging into the womenâs quarters?
"Mother! Aunt Dongyang!" Upon entering, Yangyang called out as soon as he saw there were no familiar faces in the room.
It was Aunt Dongyangâs Maid who recognized Yangyang and hurriedly said, "Young master, the Commandery Princess and Madam Ye are in the inner chamber. Let this old servant take you in."
"Can I go in?" Yangyang hesitated. The way these people looked at him just now seemed very strange.