If it weren’t for him providing money, those soldiers in Shandong would be starving every day. It’s fine when there’s no war, but if pirates co, how can they have the strength to fight them on an empty stomach?
"You’re just too straightforward."
"I can’t be bothered to look at their hypocritical faces."
Ye Haoyang curled his lips and mounted his horse.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to Prince An’s Mansion, he ca face to face with Mu Huarong.
"Brother Yang!" Mu Huarong rushed forward like a little magpie, naturally holding Ye Haoyang’s arm, "Brother Yang, I finally get to see you. Why didn’t you co to see when you returned to the capital? I haven’t seen you in such a long, long ti."
The three Ye brothers: the Eldest bears a striking resemblance to Ye Zi’an, the Second to Yang Chuxia, and the Third to their late grandmother. So even though Mu Huarong hadn’t seen him in years, she could recognize him at a glance.
It’s just that after not seeing him for so long, she didn’t appear the least bit unfamiliar.
"Why are you here?" Ye Haoyang subtly withdrew his arm and took a closer look at Mu Huarong.
He found it hard to reconcile the lively little girl in front of him with the chubby girl who used to call him a ruffian.
"Since you didn’t co to see , naturally, I ca to see you." Mu Huarong smiled brightly, "Brother Yang, are you going back to Shandong?"
"Not for the ti being."
When Ye Haoyang said this, he inadvertently noticed the bracelet on her wrist, a gift he had sent back from the North so years ago, with an exotic flair.
"Brother Yang, does it look good with wearing this? You gave it to , and I haven’t thanked you yet."
Before leaving the capital, the things that belonged to Mu Huaen ended up in Mu Huarong’s hands. Back then, Mu Huaen was unwilling to give them up, but a simple remark about a performance completed the act for her good sister.
Seeing these items, Ye Haoyang’s expression softened, "It looks good."
"Is it or the bracelet that looks good?"
"..." Ye Haoyang didn’t reply instantly, and seeing this, Mu Huarong’s eyes flickered, and she suddenly stood on tiptoe, pouting her lips towards Ye Haoyang.
When he was young, Ye Haoyang liked to play kissing gas, but not anymore.
So when Mu Huarong approached, he instinctively backed away, causing her to miss her mark.
"Brother Yang..." Mu Huarong stood there, tears welling in her eyes.
"Huaen..." With a sigh, Ye Haoyang said, "We’re not married yet, and..." he glanced around, "there are servants and people coming and going nearby; it’s inappropriate."
"Wah..." Feeling humiliated, Mu Huarong burst into tears and left Prince An’s Mansion.
"Tsk tsk." Ye Rongqing erged from behind a tree, noisily munching on an apple, "Second brother, I didn’t expect you to be so unkind. Turning down a girl is not the act of a gentleman."
"Does that an that all these years Eldest has been teaching you that accepting a girl’s approach is the act of a gentleman?" Ye Haoyang gave him a cool glance, "I’ll have to ask Eldest how exactly he’s been educating you."
"Oh my, Second brother, please don’t! I was wrong, okay? You mustn’t tell Eldest, or I’m done for."
Ignoring his brother’s pleading, Ye Haoyang returned to his study, refusing to open the door no matter how much Ye Rongqing knocked.
anwhile, as soon as Mu Huarong left Prince An’s Mansion, her tearful face changed, becoming as dark as the clouds before a storm.
Ye Haoyang actually rejected her! And he didn’t even co out to chase after her!
If it were Mu Huaen today, would he have done the sa?
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