"Do you think if the Great Zhou were to expose his identity to the Great Qi, would the Great Qiās army still support him? The royal family of the Great Qi isnāt entirely wiped out; they would definitely stand against him. I think he himself is aware of this, which is why heās considering peace talks, and Yangyang just happened to give him a way to do so."
Yang Chuxia found it reasonable, "Do you think he might have never intended to fight the Great Zhou to the end?"
"Itās possible." Ye Ziāan fondly touched her pretty face, "Letās not talk about him. This outcome is already very good."
"Weāve been apart for so long, did you miss me?" Once inside, Yang Chuxia hooked her arms around his neck.
"The Eldest and the Second missed you a lot."
"Pfft!!"
Yang Chuxia laughed, "Canāt you just seriously say, āI missed youā?"
Ye Ziāan chuckled, "As your husband, I prefer to express my longing through actions." With that, he lowered his head to capture those soft lips.
They only stopped when they both felt increasingly heated, "Get a good rest!"
"Arenāt you staying with me?" Yang Chuxia tugged on his sleeve, asking expectantly.
"If I stay with you, you wonāt be able to rest, and youāll only get more tired."
Hearing this, Yang Chuxia glared at him, thinking to herself, how annoying!
"Mom, arenāt you letting little brother up yet?" During dinner, only Yangyang was absent.
"Call him after we finish eating."
Though she felt a pang seeing him kneel for so long, she couldnāt be soft-hearted at this moment. He needed to learn some fear; otherwise, who would be able to manage him in the future?
"Canāt he kneel after dinner?"
Yang Chuxia shot him a look, "Eat your meal properly, or youāll join him in kneeling."
Uh, alright, seeing that Ye Ziāan said nothing, Lele fell silent. He was afraid too when mom meant business, thinking, little brother, youāre really something to dare challenge momās authority.
After dinner, Yang Chuxia and Ye Ziāan sat in the living room chatting. As soon as Lele set down his bowl, he ran to the ancestral hall and returned shortly supporting a limping Yangyang.
"Ouch, ouch, my legās going to break, it hurts so much..." As soon as Yangyang stepped inside, his voice was heard.
"Brother, luckily you came, or I would have fainted from the pain if not from hunger." Yangyang said while sneaking glances at Yang Chuxia and Ye Ziāan, "Ah, Iām so pitiful, my knee will definitely be swollen beyond recognition by morning."
Seeing that Yang Chuxia and Ye Ziāan remained seated without a reaction, he cried out even louder, "Ouch..."
"Whatās wrong now?" Lele asked, speechless, as he helped him onto a chair, "Youāve been calling out all the way here, does it really hurt that much?"
"Brother, itās easy for you to talk while standing; Iāve been kneeling all afternoon, why donāt you try it and see if it hurts? Ouch... I must have a fracture..."
"Pfft..." Ye Ziāan couldnāt hold back and burst out laughing; this boy sure knew how to act, claiming a fracture from just kneeling, what is he made of, porcelain?
"Handsome Dad, is this how you treat me? Laughing? Am I not your son?" Yangyang widened his eyes, "Mom, hurry and get a royal physician for me, the pain is unbearable, ouch... I bet my tendons are damaged too, definitely twisted... Ouch... It hurts so much..."
Yang Chuxia shook her head helplessly, "Only your legs hurt? What about your arms?"
"My arms hurt too!" Yangyang nodded his little head repeatedly, "Itās definitely because the injury in my leg spread to my arms."
"Handsome Dad, my arm hurts too, I probably wonāt be able to write calligraphy in the future, Iām going to let you down, Iām an unfilial son!!"