The last sentence was shouted with particular sadness, carrying a hint of heart-wrenching feeling.
Ye Ziâan burst out laughing again!
Lele covered his face, unable to bear watching his brotherâs serious nonsense anymore.
Yang Chuxia raised an eyebrow at him, "You really are too fragile. Women are made of water, I think youâre made of glass. A single touch and you shatter; you kneel and itâs fractured bones, twisted muscles, and itâs more contagious than an infection. Tell me, why are you learning martial arts with such frailty? From today, no martial arts practice for a month, how about that?"
She put down her cup, watching Yangyangâs face change from blue to red before continuing, "Practicing martial arts inevitably involves bumps and injuries, and even having a permanent court physician at home wouldnât work for you. Donât you agree?"
"I didnât say anything!" Yangyang, who had been wailing various complaints, suddenly jumped up from his chair, "Mother, you misheard. I didnât say any of those words."
"There are only a few of us here, if it wasnât you, then perhaps it was your brother?" Yang Chuxia asked, suppressing a laugh.
"It was my other self who said that, yes, thatâs right. Like Prince Le, I have two souls," Yangyang said earnestly, "The other me is more fragile, and all those words were from him, I had nothing to do with it."
Seeing that Yang Chuxia was silent, and afraid she really wouldnât let him practice martial arts, Yangyang hurried over to her, jumping up and down, "Mother, see, Iâm not in pain now. Iâm fine, really!"
Ye Ziâan shook his head with amusement, "Alright, stop, your mom is just teasing you!"
Yang Chuxia pulled him over and pinched his little cheeks, "Look at you, youâre quite the little drama king!"
Glad that she wasnât actually stopping his martial arts training, he giggled with his head buried in Yang Chuxiaâs arm, "Hehe, Mom, Iâm hungry."
Just then, Ming Lan had already brought the food back on the table.
"Go eat first!"
"Iâm going." Yangyang stood up, giving Yang Chuxia a smack of a kiss on the cheek before scurrying off next door to eat.
"This child!"
Yang Chuxia chuckled.
When he came back after eating, Ye Ziâan waved him over.
Yangyang noticed his seriousness and took two steps back, blinking mischievously, "Handsome Dad, I already knelt at the ancestral hall and apologized to Mom; surely you wouldnât hold it against me, right?"
"Come here!" Ye Ziâanâs face remained expressionless.
Yangyang hesitated for a while, then cautiously approached, "Handsome Dad!"
"I want to tell you, in the future when you encounter such situations, donât get involved personally." Ye Ziâan pulled him into a hug, "Whether itâs the county officer or the brothel, just report the evidence to the governmental office. If the office doesnât act, you can escalate further, but donât act on your own. If you intervene, youâre overstepping, messing up the rules."
"Right now, Iâm working at the Ministry of Revenue. If someone at the Ministry of Revenue breaks the law, and someone from the Ministry of War happens to know and they handle it directly without informing us first, do you think that would be appropriate? Next time, the Ministry of Revenue finds fault with someone from the Ministry of War and deals with it privately too. Worse, other departments start imitating the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of War. Imagine how chaotic the government would be then?"
"Similarly, if everyone in society got involved in each otherâs matters, whatâd be the point of having those officials? Donât you agree?"
Yangyang touched his forehead, then softly replied after a long while, "Handsome Dad, I understand now, I wonât do that next time."