CHAPTER 1973: CHAPTER 1975: SEEKING AN AUDIENCE

Yang Chuxia considered Ye Zi’an’s advice and did not keep him any longer.

She only had some things packed for them to take back.

On the morning of the fifth day of the new year, Wang Yongshan and his wife, along with Yang Dayong, Ms. Liu, and others, left Funan together. As for Qian Xiaoqing, Ms. Qian of the Wang Family never asked about her again, having been beaten by Wang Yongshan upon their return that night on the third day, so she didn’t dare to ask now.

Yang Qingrui and his brothers didn’t leave, but Yang Chuxia was also planning to have them leave.

But before that, another small incident occurred.

On the morning of the sixth day, Old Master Luo came to the gates of Prince An’s Mansion.

When she saw him wearing mourning clothes, Yang Chuxia suddenly recalled that Old Madam Luo had died, and it was she who caused it. Because of the New Year, the Luo Family hadn’t set up a mourning hall, and it wasn’t until the third day passed that they set one up, and people from the Capital City came by to pay their respects one by one.

However, Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an were not among those people.

Therefore, she was very curious about why he had come.

"I’ll go take a look and come back to tell you."

"Okay, you go ahead, I’ll tidy up a bit first."

Saying that, Ye Zi’an went out and encountered Lele slowly walking with a book on his back.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Old Master Luo has come, Dad is going to the front yard to entertain guests."

"Then I’ll go with Dad." Lele stepped forward and took his hand.

"Alright."

Old Master Luo couldn’t sit still in the front yard; it was his first time at Prince An’s Mansion, yet he found that it was not lacking compared to the Luo Family.

From the decor to the objects, everything was costly, and Ye Zi’an’s salary surely wasn’t enough for it. People said that Ye Zi’an’s wife was skilled at making money, and it seemed true now.

"Old Master Luo, what a rare guest, what brings you here?"

As soon as Ye Zi’an entered, he exchanged pleasantries, but Old Master Luo felt blocked in his heart, wanting to ask why he wasn’t at home handling his mother’s funeral affairs.

"Greetings Prince An! Zi’an!"

He lowered his body, even though Lele was just a child, he still had to bow.

"Old Master Luo, please dispense with the formalities!"

Lele raised his hand slightly, "You can talk to my dad about whatever business you have, don’t mind me; I’m just here to play around."

Old Master Luo paused at his words, "Zi’an, technically you should call me Uncle."

Trying to get close right away was somewhat unexpected for Ye Zi’an.

"I wouldn’t dare, the Luo Family is a well-known noble family in the Capital City, I couldn’t hope to compare."

"Zi’an, saying that makes it seem like you still hold resentment towards the Luo Family."

"Old Master Luo must be joking," Ye Zi’an said as he sat to the side, "there’s really no relationship between the Ye Family and the Luo Family, and we don’t usually have any contact, so it doesn’t really bring up any feelings of resentment or not."

"These days are the start of the year, and we’ve had quite a few regular guests coming and going. I wonder what important business brings you here, Old Master Luo?"

"You must have heard about the passing of your maternal grandmother?" Despite his indifference, Old Master Luo didn’t take it to heart.

"Yes, I’ve heard. Old Master Luo, please accept my condolences."

Old Master Luo seemed genuinely a bit saddened, with a slightly sore nose and reddened eyes.

After a long pause, he said, "Zi’an, I know deep down you truly resent the Luo Family, after all, your mother left the Luo Family back then. But what your grandfather and grandmother did back then was justifiable. At that time, under the influence of the Noble Princess Consort Luo, the Luo Family almost fell to ruin, even barely escaping with our lives. Having your mother leave was a way to survive back then."