"Haha," laughed Ye Ziāan, "this is definitely a novel experience."
Both of them sat on the outside of the carriage, facing the wind, and Ye Ziāan slowed the horse down a bit.
"Cold?"
As they were about to enter the city, Ye Ziāan asked.
"Not cold, what about you?"
"With my lady here, Iām not cold either," he said and then chuckled with a he-he.
His laugh was silly and goofy, but it made Yang Chuxia stare at him, mesmerized.
"My lady, Iām driving the carriage right now. If you keep looking at me like that, I might not be able to resist, and that would be dangerous for us."
"Haha," Yang Chuxia laughed and pinched his face before turning to sit properly.
There was also a hint of amusement in Ye Ziāanās eyes.
By the time they entered the city, it was already afternoon. Neither of them had eaten lunch, yet neither felt hungry. According to Ye Ziāan, being with his beloved wife made him forget about hunger.
The pair, both possessing exceptional looks, naturally attracted attention while driving through the bustling streets. Moreover, with the third day of the new year being a common time for people to visit each other, it was difficult for the newly-promoted Lord Prince An and his wife not to be noticed. Along the road into the inner city, they inevitably encountered people greeting them, or stopping to exchange a few words.
"Itās a good thing that the prince is Leleās role," sighed Yang Chuxia. "When Lele grows up, he can take care of these social interactions. We are just the princeās parents and donāt have to mingle with these people for life, otherwise, it would be so annoying."
"Haha, and I thought youād regret not becoming the Princess Consort," he joked.
"Whatās there to regret? Itās her mother-in-law who is really impressive," Yang Chuxia waved her hand dismissively. "No matter how impressive a Princess Consort is outside, she still has to act obedient in front of me."
"You really are..." Ye Ziāan didnāt know whether to laugh or cry.
After they had greeted the Minister of Ministry of Rites, Ye Ziāan guided the carriage down a small path, and finally, after several turns, they stopped in front of the Luo Residence.
After knocking on the door, the gatekeeper quickly opened the large gate upon recognizing them, letting them in.
Inside the courtyard, Yangyang was practicing boxing with Old Mu, and even Lele was mimicking the movements by his side. Yang Chuxia found it odd as Lele had always disliked such rough and violent activities. Why was he suddenly taking an interest now?
Yangyang, upon seeing his parents return, lit up but continued to complete the set of boxing moves before coming over.
"Wow, son, you performed that boxing set really well." As soon as he finished, Yang Chuxia eagerly applauded.
Yangyang rolled his eyes, "Mother, do you have to be so insincere? Iāve just started learning this set, and itās my first time executing it. Some of the movements are still unfamiliar to me, and I even made a mistake in one part. How can that be considered good?"
"Uh..." Yang Chuxia was at a loss for words.
"Youād be better off not saying anything," Yangyang said before hopping over to the carriage, his eyes wide as he saw Ye Ziāan unloading game from it.
"Lele, why have you taken an interest in learning martial arts?" Yang Chuxia, seeing that Lele seemed still focused on the movements he just observed, asked him.
"Mother, Iāve realized that sometimes martial arts can be quite useful," Lele responded earnestly. "Our family doesnāt have any hidden guards, and we canāt expect someone to protect me all the time. Since thatās the case, Iād rather learn myself, protect myself. Itās safer that way."
Ever since the conversation on the carriage that day with his brother, he had been contemplating these ideas, which were solidified yesterday upon learning of his fatherās illness. He decided he must implement these thoughts immediately.
If anything were truly to happen to his father... heād need to become strong to protect his brothers and sisters.