"Hmm, I’ve already told mom about it, and she should have sent someone to inform them by now."
"But speaking of which, your cousin was very opposed to us being together, right?" Yang Chuxia is naturally talking about Baili Yan, "Why would he send a letter to you since he’s so opposed to us?"
"It was not him who sent the letter; it was my uncle." Ye Zi’an didn’t have a particularly good impression of Baili Yan, even though they were blood-related and the man had treated him quite well these past two years. However, Ye Zi’an did not like anyone who objected to him and Xiaxia being together.
"I knew it, he wouldn’t be so kind." Yang Chuxia had similar complaints about Baili Yan, wondering how many letters he had sent to Ye Zi’an these past two years, urging him to divorce her.
What’s worse, someone was even sent once to take Ye Zi’an to Capital City.
The final outcome was that the person was beaten away by her.
"However, it doesn’t make sense. If Old Mu knew about the secret letter to you, he would probably have known about everything else. How come he hasn’t sent someone to intercept us yet? Is there a better opportunity to separate us than this one?"
Ye Zi’an shrugged, "I don’t know."
"Alright, forget about him. If he dares to stop us, I’ll beat him away, no matter who he is."
"Sure, do whatever you want."
"Hmm" Yang Chuxia played with Ye Zi’an’s hand. The ring with her name engraved on it was still on his hand but seemed to become brighter. It seemed that Brother An’s skin was well-suited for wearing silver.
Then thinking about the two people’s marriage, Yang Chuxia felt quite excited.
"Brother An, do you think the matchmaking god just couldn’t stand how late our wedding is?" Yang Chuxia touched her chin and said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Think about it!" Yang Chuxia counts on her fingers, "Our original plan was to get engaged when your house was ready in the spring, but my dad came back to arrange our engagement after having a few meals in the village. Then we planned to get married after the autumn harvest, but because of the Emperor’s antics, our wedding is moved up again. How eager does that matchmaking god have to be for us to get married?"
"Haha..." Ye Zi’an laughed, "It’s because the matchmaking god thinks I’ve been waiting too hard."
Seeing how carefree he laughed, Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes at him. This man was really full of himself.
The carriage arrived back at Yangshu Village just past noon. When they arrived at home, Yang Chuxia saw Ms. Wang and the Land Officer’s wife stitching quilts, with big red quilt covers displaying double happiness and peonies. The quilts inside were red as well.
Meanwhile, Yang Dachuan was directing people to chop firewood, saying that the event consumed a lot of firewood, so they needed to prepare more.
Seeing Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an return, Ms. Wang visibly breathed a sigh of relief, "Thankfully, Brother An caught up with you, or else it would have been a disaster."
"Mom, you’re already preparing all this?"
"If not now, when?" Ms. Wang glared at her, "Don’t go wandering around randomly these days. Just stay at home."
"But the date hasn’t been decided yet, has it?"
"Your father is going to the town tomorrow to ask the fortune-teller for an auspicious date. It will be very soon." After saying this, Ms. Wang didn’t care whether Ye Zi’an was present or not. "I’ve also prepared the fabric for Brother An’s shoes, socks, and clothes in your room. You need to complete them. As for the wedding attire, I guess you don’t have the skill to embroider it yourself, so I’ll handle that. You can just sew a few stitches after I’m done embroidering."
Yang Chuxia was speechless for a moment, thinking how her mother could just say these things right in front of Brother An. Was it really appropriate?