"What does our family’s business have to do with you two old immortals?" Yang Anshi had suffered a setback at the old crone’s and was now being schemed against by Yang Dani, infuriated, she exploded upon hearing she needed to contribute more food, jumping to her feet, "I did hit her, I did give her stoning, so what? Our family does not welcome you, get out... all of you get out..."
Yang Ruxin couldn’t help but want to applaud, this was truly asking for trouble. Yang Anshi was on the verge of offending the entire clan, good, really too good.
"You..." The third great-uncle’s mustache bristled with anger, he then pointed at Yang Peili, "Very well, from now on, I won’t meddle in your family affairs again... This is really too good..." After saying this, he turned to leave, even signaling the others, "Today, I, the old man, lay down these words here, now everyone leave, and whoever dares to interfere with her family’s matters in the future is crossing me, the old man..."
These words were simply too grave.
Yang Anshi regretted her words after speaking, knowing full well the consequences of offending these two elders, but what could she do once the words were out? She could only look to Yang Peili.
Yang Peili was obviously more frightened, hastening to raise his hand and slap Yang Anshi before running to block the two old men, falling to his knees on the ground, "My uncles, I was wrong..."
Both old men couldn’t help but sigh, the fourth great-uncle’s temperament was even more direct, and he simply turned his head, unwilling to look at Yang Peili.
"Third uncle, fourth uncle, Anshi has been confused, and so have I, a junior, pray do not be agitated..." Yang Peili cried with tears streaming, "We were wrong, truly wrong..."
Everyone sighed.
The third great-uncle raised his hand, "Dongzi, get up, you grew up before our eyes, a good child, but who would have thought, getting older, you’ve become muddled, unable to even manage your own household affairs..."
Yang Peili’s head hung in shame.
"When family virtues wane, it marks the start of decline... I, the old man, leave these words here, the way you treat the main house, there will come a day when you’ll regret it, you’ll regret it... cough cough..." The third great-uncle spoke with such emotion that he began to cough.
Yang Rulin, supporting him, gently patted the old gentleman’s back. He then took out a small leather pouch from his bosom, allowing the old man to take a sip of water, "Grandfather, please don’t get worked up over someone else’s issues, if it harms you, what would we do?"
It was then that the third great-uncle slowly stopped his coughing.
"Today I, the old man, have really seen it all," the fourth great-uncle also scoffed continuously, "So it turns out in their eyes, we’re just immortals who won’t die, splendid..."
"Great-grandfather, you mustn’t be angry," He Donglai also hurried to give the fourth great-uncle gentle pats on the back, "It’s their own matter after all, if they want to mess up, we can’t stop them, can we? If your great-grandson here makes a mistake, you can be angry then, no need to hurry..."
"You little rascal, if you dare to do this, I’ll break your legs..." The fourth great-uncle, persuaded by He Donglai, calmed down and even patted his great-grandson’s back.
Yang Ruxin arched her brows slightly, noting the attentiveness of Yang Rulin and the cleverness of He Donglai toward their respective great-grandfathers, assiduous people like them would surely be rewarded.
"Enough," the fourth great-uncle glanced at the third great-uncle, "Brother, we’re old, we can’t manage so much anymore, let them fend for themselves... Life is theirs to live, we hope for everyone’s harmony and smoothness, but oftentimes, we’re powerless to help..."