The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Chapter 1947 - 1949: The Livelier the Celebration, the Happier the Bride and Groom

"Are you serious?" Prince Le looked towards Yang Chuxia at the door.

"No kidding, we’re brothers, not just hanging around for no reason," Yangyang chimed in.

His words were a bit crude, making some of the onlooking women both blush and chuckle.

"Alright." Prince Le nodded, "Go bring Ye Zi’an here."

"That’s more like it!"

With a sense of triumph, Yangyang stepped on the threshold and suddenly pulled out the soft sword from his waist, pointing it at the door.

He glanced at Prince Le and said, "I need to guard against you trying to barge in."

Prince Le felt exasperated. When did he become someone who didn’t keep his word?

This kid sure has guts.

"Hmph!" Unfazed by his dark look, Yangyang turned and discussed with Lele, "Brother, besides letting Dad come out, can we ask for something else? I heard he’s quite rich."

"He is indeed wealthy; you can tell from the betrothal gifts he gave Auntie." Lele stroked his chin and said, "All the people here for the wedding have to hand out red envelopes; we can’t skip this tradition."

"Hmm, you’re right." Yangyang turned back to Prince Le, extending his little hand, "Hand over the red envelopes! Otherwise, you won’t get in today."

"Kiddo, are you sure you can stop me?"

"Whoa!" Yangyang gasped in surprise, "Come on, a man of your stature challenging a kid like me?"

"You sure have a sharp tongue."

"Not only is my tongue sharp, but I’m also quite quick." Yangyang bantered back, "And I’ve never had a day where my wit wasn’t quick."

"Brother, get to the point!" Lele tugged at his shirt sleeve.

"Oh right, the point, where’s the red envelope?" His little chubby hand remained outstretched, his chubby face was utterly adorable.

Prince Le’s eyes flashed, recalling that time his subordinate broke a Ye Family vase and got swindled for a thousand taels.

He figured if he didn’t hand over the red envelopes today and satisfy them, this little troublemaker wouldn’t let him through.

So he motioned to his side, and someone quickly brought a few red envelopes forward.

"Mmm, not bad." He casually handed them to Lele, "Brother, you distribute them, one for each of us."

"Wow!" Lele opened one purse, discovering a hundred taels, "Quite generous!"

"That’s what happens with rich fools!" Yangyang responded without a second thought.

Suddenly, he felt the air getting colder. He rubbed his arms, "Funny, it hasn’t snowed today, but why does it feel chilly?"

Prince Le couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

What a cheeky brat!

"Yangyang, say a few less words." Yang Chuxia came over to stand behind her son.

Better not truly aggravate Prince Le, lest he turns hostile and hurts her son.

"Mom, it’s okay; today is a good day, it should be lively, that’s how a wedding should be."

Yangyang grinned at Prince Le, "Given our current situation, if we brothers don’t spice things up, it’d be too quiet. Besides, our teacher said, the more lively the wedding, the happier the bride and groom will be. My brother and I are looking out for Prince Le’s happiness."

"Exactly, if Prince Le gets petty with us now, that would be no fun."

The guests who came watched the two kids, their eyes gleaming. These two kids were cunning little rascals.

Now they’ve latched onto Prince Le, and it seems their future may be limitless. It might be great to matchmake them with someone.

One by one, they started pondering if there were any eligible people in their families, completely forgetting about the current predicament of the Ye Family.