"Hmph." Yang Mu'an raised his chin arrogantly: "It's a pity that some people don't know what's good for them and don't believe me."
Yang Muchen: "What have you been talking about?"
Yang Mu'an pouted: "Don't you think those willows look familiar?"
After saying that, she gave a haughty "humph" and turned to leave.
"Willow, willow, willow..."
Yang Muchen stood there muttering to himself for a while before suddenly waking up. Unfortunately, Sang Yun had already gone far away. He quickly went back and wrote a letter, ordering someone to deliver it to Sang Yun.
...
Nestled in Sang Yun's arms, Yang Liu looked at the scenery along the way and said cheerfully, "Young Master, is this the capital? It's so different from Yancheng."
Whether it was because he had found Sang Jiang or because Yang Liu's tone had influenced him, Sang Yun's tone became much more cheerful: "Yes, there are many differences between the capital and Yancheng. After I take you back to the manor later, you can stay here for now. You can leave or find a job later if you want."
Upon hearing this, Yang Liu immediately asked nervously, "Does the young master no longer want me?"
Sang Yun lowered her chin slightly: "I can't hold you back."
"But Yang Liu is willing to be delayed by the young master."
Sang Yun remained silent, but his horse speed increased even further.
At the entrance of the Sang residence, Sang Yun extended his hand to Yang Liu on horseback: "Come on, be careful."
"Young Master!" The guards at the door immediately clasped their hands in a respectful salute upon seeing him.
"Hmm." Sang Yun nodded and handed the reins he was holding to one of the guards.
"Let's go."
"Mm." Yang Liu nodded slightly, following timidly behind him.
This immediately aroused Sang Yun's protective instincts.
He slowed his pace to walk alongside Yang Liu: "Don't worry, my family gets along well. You're so gentle and kind, they won't make things difficult for you."
"Yes, thank you, young master." Yang Liu smiled at him and then began to quietly observe the environment of the Sang family.
As expected of the Prime Minister's residence, it's truly extraordinary. If only I could become the mistress of the Sang family...
Thinking of this, Yang Liu's eyes hardened even more.
"Young Master." The maid curtsied to him, then glanced at Yang Liu a few more times before leaving.
Along the way, many people bowed to Sang Yun and then glanced at Yang Liu.
Soon, the news that the eldest son had returned with a woman spread throughout the Prime Minister's residence.
"Miss, don't be angry. Maybe it's all a misunderstanding," Zhuzhu said softly, supporting Bian Yanzhi's arm.
With tears welling up in her eyes, Bian Yanzhi wiped her eyes pitifully and said, "It's already spread throughout the manor that Cousin Yun brought a woman back. What could be the misunderstanding?"
As she spoke, she couldn't help but cough.
"Miss, have you forgotten what the doctor said? You can't get angry!" Zhuzhu quickly poured her a glass of water when she saw her coughing.
Bian Yanzhi stopped coughing after taking a few sips, and her already pale face became even paler.
"What else can I do if I get angry so easily? That's just how my body is."
"Miss! Didn't the Imperial Concubine say that she will definitely cure you?" Zhuzhu quickly stepped forward to comfort her when she saw her say this.
Bian Yanzhi chuckled self-deprecatingly: "That was just my cousin's excuse to appease me. Let's go, we should go and pay our respects to my aunt. She'll be unhappy if we're late."
"Miss," Zhuzhu pouted in dissatisfaction, "Didn't Master say that you no longer need to pay your respects to the First Madam? Why do you have to go and humiliate her again?"
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