Chapter 1345: Chapter 1347 Ms. Lv_1
Ms. Liu actually looked forward with anticipation, hoping that Yang Qingbao could also bring back a title of honor from his exams.
It was Ms. Luo who was somewhat envious, but unfortunately, her own belly was uncooperative, having borne two daughters and then remaining unproductive.
Fortunately, Ms. Hong had a son in her second pregnancy, who was only a few months old now.
Following her gaze, Yang Chuxia saw Ms. Hong holding a boy, and beside her was Yang Xiaochuan’s other concubine also holding a child.
Seeing Yang Chuxia looking over, she hurriedly brought the child forward, "My lady, I’m Ms. Lv. Look, this is your little sister, her name is Zhaodi."
Upon hearing the name, Yang Chuxia subconsciously looked over at Yang Jindi in Ms. Luo’s arms, who was only a month older than Lele and Yangyang.
Despite the young age, the child’s features were exquisite, inheriting all the best traits from the parents. Seeing Yang Chuxia looking over, they smiled at her.
"Jindi, come here!" Yang Chuxia beckoned to her.
Ms. Lv, seeing Yang Chuxia ignoring herself and the daughter she held, but gesturing to Yang Jindi, immediately felt displeased and even shot a glare at Yang Jindi.
Sitting close by, Yang Chuxia noticed this clearly and inexplicably took a dislike to Ms. Lv.
Ms. Luo did not catch her look but was simply irritated that a concubine who had no son was esteemed higher than herself.
She immediately scolded, "Why don’t you come back and sit down? Have you ever seen a concubine be so presumptuous? The principal wives are seated here, yet you go and try to get on the good side of the young mistress?"
Ms. Luo was blunt and left no face for Ms. Lv. If this had been the newly arrived Ms. Lv, she would have already fallen out with Ms. Luo, but now because she had not given birth to a son, Yang Xiaochuan showed her no respect, and she could only sit back down below, swallowing her pride.
"Jindi, do you know who I am?" Yang Chuxia coaxed Yang Jindi.
"Pretty sister!"
Startled by this response, Yang Qingtong laughed heartily, "Sis, this girl is just like Yangyang, they both like pretty things."
Yangyang, hearing this, turned his head from Ye Zi’an’s embrace to look, and indeed saw a pretty little girl.
Bustling over, he exclaimed, "Wow, mother, here’s a pretty sister."
But no sooner had he spoken than Yang Chuxia tapped his little head, "You little rascal, this is your aunt, not yours, you must call her ’little auntie’."
"Another ’little auntie’?" Yangyang sounded disappointed. "Ah, why does such a pretty girl have to be a ’little auntie’? A ’little auntie’ is an elder; I can’t marry her and bring her home."
"You little brute, what nonsense are you spouting?" Yang Chuxia scolded him without amusement.
Unaffected, he retorted, "Mother, if I am born of human, how can I be a brute?" At this, Yang Chuxia was at a loss for words.
Fearing he would dwell on this point non-stop, she quickly changed the subject, "Haven’t you prepared gifts for everyone? Go and get them!"
"Right, I almost forgot. Pretty little auntie, I bought you some pretty silk flowers."
Saying so, he dashed off to bring over the boxes and began distributing the flowers with abandon, doling out one to each person; he had bought plenty of silk flowers, after all.
The gifts for Yang Qingbao were left to Yang Da’an and his wife to handle.
When it was nearly noon, and neither family had left, Yang Dachuan said that everyone would eat together at midday.
Watching the time, Yang Chuxia rose with Ye Zi’an.
"Father, mother, we’re going to visit grandpa’s place," she said.
"Ah, off you go then, your Uncle Dayong probably isn’t home today," replied Yang Dachuan.