"Tsk, tsk, it really is true that good people have good rewards. That box of jewelry must be worth at least a few thousand taels. You didn’t see Shen Qiu’s face just then, it turned green."
Ye Zi’an nodded, "Shen Qiu is not that great, but her brother is quite decent, he’s a man who gets things done."
"Really?" Remembering Shen Qiu’s words from earlier, Yang Chuxia said, "A County Magistrate’s salary is only fifteen taels of silver a month. Shen Qiu’s bracelets alone must be worth at least a hundred taels, not to mention the hairpins and clothes, which would add up to a few hundred taels more. That’s equivalent to his two years’ salary. Where did he get so much money?"
Ye Zi’an shook his head and touched her head, "Well, he is considered good compared to the vast majority of people. It’s not really possible to be completely clean."
With this explanation, Yang Chuxia understood – he wasn’t not greedy, just relatively less so.
"By the way, Brother An, Shen Qiu just said there will be a draft for beauties tomorrow, is that true?"
"Yes, the draft will be held next spring. All girls aged twelve to eighteen in the family must attend, except for those already engaged.". Ye Zi’an thought to himself, we must avoid getting married next spring. Rumor has it that the Emperor’s mind has become more muddled as he gets older.
If he had a sudden episode at that time, it would be bad.
"Our Emperor must be in his forties or fifties, right?" Yang Chuxia shook her head, "Tsk, tsk, he’s so old and yet still doesn’t know how to be more serious. Really now."
"Don’t speak nonsense, the Emperor is not to be discussed casually." Ye Zi’an lightly tapped her head.
"You tapped my head again." Yang Chuxia glared at him unhappily, "You’re just taking advantage of being taller than me, huh?"
Alright, it had to be said that Ye Zi’an had grown quite a bit in the past two years. He was easily over six feet tall now, even without measuring.
"Hehe" Ye Zi’an chuckled softly. "Come on, Xiaxia, I’ll take you to a place."
"Just follow me and you’ll find out." As he spoke, Ye Zi’an led Yang Chuxia out of the Yang family’s main gate and headed towards the mountains.
Along the way, she sneaked glances at Ye Zi’an’s face, unable to discern anything out of the ordinary.
But Brother An was getting more and more handsome. It seemed like his facial features became more refined as he grew older, and they were three-dimensional. As for his skin, Yang Chuxia felt a little indignant. He often exposed himself to the wind and sun, and while it was understandable that he didn’t tan, his skin also didn’t roughen. It was even better than her own, causing the saying ’comparisons are odious’ to ring true.
"Xiaxia" Ye Zi’an looked back and met Yang Chuxia’s indignant eyes, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing, just that the world is too unfair. You’re out in the sun every day and you don’t even get tan."
From her words, Ye Zi’an already knew what Yang Chuxia was thinking. He couldn’t help but stop walking and lower his head slightly.
He said with a grin, "Xiaxia, come touch it, isn’t it smooth?"
Yang Chuxia instantly looked up, her face full of disbelief. Then she reached out both hands and began to massage Ye Zi’an’s face vigorously, "Anzi."
"How about it, smooth or not, good or not?"
Wow, hearing Ye Zi’an’s words, Yang Chuxia thought to herself that Xiao’an must have been corrupted by Mr. Luo. Although Mr. Luo was a great scholar in his time, he occasionally acted inappropriately.
Brother An must have spent too much time with Mr. Luo.
Yang Chuxia looked at the face that was now very close to hers and grinned mischievously, "Smooth, too smooth, even smoother than an apple, making people want to take a bite."
With that, she chomped down on Ye Zi’an’s face, causing him to wince in pain.