"Is it really necessary? Mother, itās good enough that they gave me a princeās estate, yet you expect the court to repair it?" Lele huffed, "Most of those people will probably say thereās no money here or there, dragging their feet until who knows when we can move in. If we keep begging them, theyāll probably think we donāt know any better and that weāre ungrateful. A princely title isnāt enough, we want more. But if we never move in, people will definitely think weāre dissatisfied with that estate, which could get twisted into who knows what once it reaches the Emperorās ears. So we better hurry to Shandong."
Once in Shandong, the matter of the estate can be put aside, and no one will say anything.
Yang Chuxia looked at Leleās disdainful expression and felt even more gloomy. Her sonās clarity deprived him of so much childhood joy.
"All right then, Iāll go to the palace and see the Emperor."
Her sonās words were undeniably sensible, and the desire to reunite with family was overwhelmingly strong in her heart.
Considering it was already late today, she went to the palace the next day. The Emperor was naturally reluctant to let Lele go to Shandong when he heard about it.
Such a child needed to live under his watchful eye to be safe.
But he hadnāt expected Ye Ziāan to say that he was ill and had only a few months left to live, hoping to spend his last days with his family reunited. The Emperor was stunned at first and, after a long silence, he waved his hand and agreed.
After Ye Ziāan left the palace, it was said the Emperor stayed in his study for over an hour, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"All right, pack our things. Weāre leaving first thing tomorrow," Ye Ziāan said to Yang Chuxia after coming out from the palace.
"Iāve already packed. We can just leave tomorrow," she replied.
Ye Ziāan laughed upon hearing this, "That fast?"
"Exactly."
When Mu Shaoling came over with his things, Yang Chuxia was helping Yangyang pack the monkeyās nest, as the child planned to take the monkey and the squirrel to Shandong with him.
"Uncle, what brings you here?" Yangyang asked with a smile while hugging the squirrel.
"Iāve come to say thank you," Mu Shaoling replied with a smile. "Thank you for saving Chengcheng." He really owed this to the little rascal; without his help, who knows what could have happened to his son.
"Donāt mention it, Uncle. I saved my future uncle, so itās only right," Yangyang responded.
"..." Mu Shaoling felt a sense that maybe he shouldnāt have come. "Do you know what an uncle is?"
"Future wifeās brother. Do you think Iām stupid?"
Mu Shaoling looked at him perplexed, and after a long pause, he asked, "Then who am I to you?"
"Future wifeās dad!"
"Wrong, brother, this is your future father-in-law!" Lele corrected him from the side.
Upon hearing this, Yangyang calmly replied, "Oh, then future father-in-law, weāre going back to Shandong tomorrow. Will you join us?"
Mu Shaolingās lips twitched into a half smile.
"Youāre leaving tomorrow?" Mu Shaoling asked Ye Ziāan. "Iāll go with you. Dongyang and Chengcheng will come too."
"Theyāre coming as well?"
"Yes, we all think the same. If anything were to happen at home and weāre too late to save them, it would be terrible."
"Oh," Yang Chuxia nodded, "By the way, what happened to your concubine?"
"Iāve given her the dismissal letter. The Tong Family took her back and she was sent out of the Capital City early this morning," Mu Shaoling said as he gestured for someone to bring over two boxes. "These are gifts to thank Yangyang."
"Didnāt Yangyang already say it was something he should do? Thereās no need for these gifts," Yang Chuxia said.