"Where are your guards?" Yang Chuxia asked upon seeing only the siblings.
"Theyâre all behind us."
Yueyue answered while looking around, and asked, "Wasnât Huarong supposed to come over too? Where is she?"
"Ah, Yueyue, youâve come at just the right time." Upon hearing this, Dongyang pulled Yueyue and complained tearfully, "Huarong stays cooped up in her room every day and never comes out. How can this be good for her injury recovery? Please, help your aunt persuade her to come out more often."
She naturally knew about the sistersâ affairs, and she also felt it was a pity about Mu Huarong being Ruined-Face Mu.
Those gossipers in the Capital City secretly started calling her Ruined-Face Mu, which is simply infuriating!
"Iâll try later."
"Oh, thank you!"
Upon entering the room, Ye Rongqing sat casually on a chair and took out a box from his arms. "Father, this is the birthday gift my eldest brother asked me to bring to you. He wonât be coming this year."
"What about yours?"
Ye Ziâan accepted the box but didnât open it immediately.
"Mine will definitely be reserved for the day after tomorrow." Ye Rongqing thought, knowing that his second brother would arrive in Yangshu Village tomorrow. After both his elder brother and second brother had presented their gifts, he would then offer his own, making it truly special.
Ye Ziâan observed his sonâs thoughtfulness but just shook his head without asking further.
Instead, Yang Chuxia inquired, "If your elder brother isnât coming, what about your second brother? Did he say whether he would come or not?"
"Second brother will come. We met him in Shandong, and originally we were traveling together. But in Quanya County, he asked us to go ahead; he said he needed to meet someone."
"Did he mention who he would meet?" Yang Chuxia asked suspiciously, wondering who might be in Quanya County.
"He didnât say," Yueyue shook her head.
Thus, Yang Chuxia didnât press further for answers.
After a while, guards of Qingqing arrived, bringing several carts of gifts, including those prepared by Lele, those bestowed by the Emperor, from His Highness Crown Prince, and more. This grand gesture immediately drew Yang Dachuan and Ms.Wangâs attention.
Pulling Yueyue and Qingqing aside, they inquired about them warmly, and upon hearing that Yangyang would arrive tomorrow, Ms.Wang was even more delighted.
Of all those grandchildren, she was most fond of Yangyang, who had been dear and cherished from childhood to adulthood.
"Miss, I heard Second Young Master Ye Er is coming tomorrow too." Mu Huarongâs maid entered cheerfully with a food tray, her voice clear and loud.
Mu Huarong was so startled that the book in her hand fell to the ground with a snap.
"What did you say?"
"Miss, Second Young Master Ye Er is returning tomorrow. I heard theyâll celebrate Old Master Yeâs birthday the day after tomorrow."
"Ah, I see." Mu Huarong calmly picked up the book from the floor, flipping through its pages.
In an instant, the previous tranquility returned, as if that moment of surprise never occurred.
"Miss..." The maid wanted to say something, but upon seeing her veiled face, she swallowed her words.
Men love beauties; do any men in this world actually prefer ugliest women?
"You may leave," Mu Huarongâs voice sounded again. "Donât tell me such things again, or Iâll send you to Huaen next time. You originally belonged to Huaen."
"Miss, I wonât say any more; please donât send me away." Upon hearing this, the maid immediately knelt down. "Iâm not her maid; Iâm originally yours."
"If you donât want to leave, stay quiet. Stand up."
"Yes!"
The maid stood up and wiped her face clean before leaving. Her mistress truly was pitiful, because actuallyâactually, she was Mu Huaen.
"Knock knock..."
"Knock, knock... Huarong, itâs Rongyue, Iâm coming in now, okay?" Just as the little maid left, Ye Rongyue entered.