"Hey!" Yangyang laughed, yanking him up by the back of his collar, "Whatās your name?"
"Let go of me!" Luo Hongjun struggled desperately, his feet kicking wildly, "Big guy, let go of me. Do you know whose son I am?"
Yangyang raised an eyebrow, "Oh? You want to compare dads with me? Compare with my dad, Ye Batian?"
"Iām not comparing dads, Iām comparing connections. My grandfather is a State Duke, my father is a Lord Marquis, my uncle is the Emperor, my eldest uncle is a Lord Marquis, my eldest cousin is a prince, my second cousin is a General..."
"I am your second cousin!" Hearing the little guy list off, Yangyang already knew who he was. "Considering Iām your connection, I wonāt hold this against you, you cheeky rascal."
Luo Hongjunās eyes widened suddenly, "Youāre my second cousin? But why arenāt you wearing armor?"
"Why would I wear armor when Iām not in the army?"
Yangyang disdainfully threw him to the ground and went over to support Yang Chuxia, "Mother, have you been well these past years?"
"Good! Everythingās good!"
"Youāre always so quick to slip away, arenāt you?" Ye Ziāan came back, smiling, in a very good mood.
"Handsome Dad!" Just like when he was little, he rushed over the moment he saw Ye Ziāan.
Ye Ziāan, however, found his clinginess annoying, and pushed him back with one hand, "The Emperor asked about you after the morning court session, wanted to have a few words with you, but you slipped away."
"I was in a hurry to come back and see my mother." Yangyang hugged Ye Ziāanās arm, "Heāll only ask about the military camp anyway; we can talk about that later."
"You finally want to see your mother now? What were you doing before?" Ye Ziāan gave him a sidelong glance.
"Handsome Dad, please donāt bring that up, or Mother will twist my ear again."
"Serves you right!" Lele laughed and scolded, "Who told you to disappear for four years!"
Lele was in the study earlier, and only knew Yangyang was back when a servant told him.
"Brother!"
The brothers embraced, "Brother, did you miss me?"
"Not bad!" Lele looked him over; thereās something inherently different about those who have been through the bloodshed. His gaze was sharp, and his stance firm.
"Brother, you havenāt told me if you missed me." Yangyang pressed him again.
Lele rubbed his forehead; why did he feel like he was back in childhood?
"Youāre all grown up and still talking about missing someone, isnāt that embarrassing?" Lele was still comparatively reserved, too shy to say such things.
Yangyang burst out laughing, "Brother, youāre so bashful, how will you ever help me find a sister-in-law in the future?"
Inside the house, Yueyue and Qingqing came running over too.
"Second Brother, Second Brother..." Qingqing, now a thirteen-year-old boy, still carried a bit of admiration for Yangyang, staring at him continuously. Yueyue, on the other hand, was very calm, sitting quietly to the side, listening to them talk.
"Yueyue, Qingqing."
"Second Brother, are you leaving again?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I want to go with you too," Qingqing said, "Can I go catch bandits with you?"
Before Yangyang could reply, Yang Chuxia interjected, "Donāt even think about it. Itās enough that one from our family went to the battlefield, thereās no need to bring another."
"Mother..." Qingqing pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Even if you call for your father, it wonāt help." Yang Chuxia snorted, "If it werenāt for your second brother running fast, he wouldnāt have made it! And if it werenāt for his current reputation, he wouldnāt be able to leave the Capital City this time either."