Although this Marquis title is sowhat watered down, it’s still an official position.
From now on, those who mocked us, no matter what they feel inside, will have no choice but to flatter us.
After everyone left and they returned to the house, Mrs. He imdiately noticed the look on Old Man Ye’s face, as if he had eaten sothing unpleasant.
Having been a couple for a lifeti, weathering ups and downs, Mrs. He naturally knew what Old Man Ye was thinking.
However, considering so recent events in the family, Mrs. He no longer held the sa attitude toward Old Man Ye as before.
They say fewer young couples grow old together. During those days when she feared Ye Jiu would be taken away, Mrs. He truly began to see Old Man Ye as her companion.
Now, knowing Old Man Ye had a knot in his heart, Mrs. He couldn’t help but console him, "Co on, don’t wear that face. Lao Si is your biological son. Although the Marquis position didn’t fall on you, it landed on Lao Si, which is an honor for the Ye Family. This is an official position granted by the Emperor, a light to the family, and you, as his father, should be happy. Isn’t it shaful to be jealous of your own son?"
Having his thoughts seen through, Old Man Ye turned red with embarrassnt, "You old woman, can’t you choose your words better? Jealous or not, if the kids hear it, where would I put my old face?"
Of course, he felt a bit uncomfortable, which was understandable. After all, he was still alive, but the imperial edict nad Ye Gaosheng as the Family Head, making him feel like a nonentity.
"Since you’re worried about the kids seeing it, be happy. Don’t wear a grimace like everyone owes you money, so the kids won’t see through to your unhappiness," Mrs. He remarked.
Old Man Ye felt slightly bitter, "It’s not that I’m unhappy, it’s just that the words on the imperial edict leave a bad taste. I’m still alive, yet Lao Si has beco the Family Head of the Ye Family!"
Old Man Ye’s words were tinged with a sense of lant.
Mrs. He, however, saw it from a different angle, "Actually, this is good. Lao Si is our son and an honest person. Even if he becos a Marquis, he won’t dare disobey you in the future. Plus, it will avoid many troubles later."
"What do you an by that? Lao Si becoming a Marquis avoids trouble, doesn’t that imply I’d... be a hassle!" Old Man Ye initially intended to say himself as the Marquis, but thinking of the Emperor’s decree, although he was dissatisfied, he dared not refute it.
"Don’t you think about it? We are of a considerable age already; how many more years can we live? Although we’ll be living with Lao Si after the family division, after all, Lao Da is the eldest son. If the Marquis title fell on you, after we pass on, who should inherit the position, that’s still an issue. Now, it’s directly given to Lao Si, and there will be fewer disputes. Do you still hope that Lao Da and Lao Si would beco estranged brothers over this matter?" Mrs. He said.
More than anyone, she could see clearly. It’s not only in big families that they fight over inheritance. Even in their countryside, brothers could go a lifeti without speaking over trivial matters.
Just like her own old man and his elder brother, they too were stubborn over sothing trivial and didn’t speak for half a lifeti. If it weren’t for Xiaojiu, who knows, these two old n might never have spoken a word until they died.
Clearly, Old Man Ye also figured this out.
Imdiately, the bit of dissatisfaction in his heart vanished completely.
He raised Ye Jiu, and although the honor fell on Lao Si, the imperial edict had not ntioned him, which left him with so regret, but it didn’t hinder anything else.
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