So Yang Chuxia decisively drove the person out of Prince Anās Mansion.
"By the way, I want to discuss something with you." Before going to sleep, Ye Ziāan pulled Yang Chuxia aside.
"What matter is so serious?"
Ye Ziāan said, "Mu Shaoling has already established an heir, itās time our family did the same. The Emperorās decision to appoint a Crown Prince inspired me; the Crown Prince is the succession of the dynasty, the heir is the succession of the Marquis Mansion. If we donāt decide now and wait until the children grow up, Iām afraid conflicts may arise between brothers. So I wanted to ask you, who do you think should be appointed?"
"We donāt need to consider Lele, so letās choose between Yangyang and Qingqing. According to seniority, shouldnāt it be Yangyang?"
Ye Ziāan nodded, "Yes, thatās what I was thinking, but I still wanted to ask if you had any different opinions."
"I donāt have any opinions, theyāre both my children. Just go with your initial plan." After a pause, she added, "Just one thing, Qingqing doesnāt have a title, so youāll need to show him extra care. When the family splits in the future, give him more property."
"Donāt worry, I will definitely make arrangements for Qingqing before I leave the court."
Ye Ziāan and Yang Chuxia planned this well and were ready to present the request for appointing an heir to the court in the coming days.
But who knew that when the matter reached Yangyang, he wouldnāt be pleased.
"Handsome dad, I donāt want to be a Lord Marquis, let Qingqing inherit your title." Yangyang said while enjoying a box of pine pastries. To him, titles and ranks were less tempting than pine pastries.
"Silly child, having a title means lifelong wealth and prosperity, how could you not want it?" Ms. Wang felt distressed; who would push aside a title that was within their grasp?
Fearing her little grandson didnāt understand the importance of a title, she added, "Once you have a title, youāll have endless silver and endless delicious food."
Yangyang grinned, "Even without a title, wonāt I have endless money and endless good food?"
Blinking his eyes, he said, "Besides, if I take the title, wouldnāt Qingqing miss out on endless money and food? Iām the older brother, how could I compete with my younger brother?"
"The most important thing is, Iām so amazing, I can strive for what I want myself!" He said while raising a fist, "Back in the day, I didnāt even want to be Emperor, so why would a Lord Marquis impress me?"
Plus, he even had a gold medal, he had plenty of treasures and certainly didnāt need to compete with Qingqing for things.
Both Ms. Wang and Yang Dachuan were stunned by his bold demeanor.
Yang Chuxiaās mouth twitched, "You really donāt want it? Your fatherās title is hereditary, so your son and grandson could inherit it too."
"Gosh, why are you all so annoying?" Yangyang became impatient, jumped off the chair, clutching his pastries, "I havenāt even gotten a wife yet, why worry about sons and grandsons?"
Then he looked directly at Ye Ziāan and said, "Handsome dad, please appoint Qingqing as heir, I wonāt regret it when I grow up."
Yangyang arrogantly added, "When I grow up, Iāll pacify the nomadic tribes in the north and those southern tribes; with such achievements, I donāt believe Uncle wonāt give me a title! Iām so amazing, I donāt need to fight Qingqing for things."
Ye Ziāan looked at him with sharp eyes, Yangyang turned his head and stared directly back at him, not backing down at all.