Chapter 1072: 021 Different Likes_3 Chapter 1072: 021 Different Likes_3 Regarding the sudden change in Xia Yuan’s deanor, Xia Zheng and his brother completely ignored it.
Those who pretended to be sick continued with their charade, while those who picked their fingers carried on as usual, seemingly accustod to it.
Upon hearing the words “giving birth to a daughter,” Princess Anle’s anger intensified.
She swatted away Xia Yuan’s hand, which had reached out to comfort her.
Her face contorted in grievance as she exclaid, “Giving birth to daughters!
I knew you resented for bearing you two sons; you disdain them, favoring girls over boys, showing no love for your sons!
Wuwu, in vain have I endured the hardship of pregnancy for ten months, only to find that the children I struggled to bring into this world are so unwelcod by you!
Fine, if you do not want sons, then divorce , and I will take our sons back to the Princess Mansion, never to step foot into the General Mansion again!
You want a daughter, don’t you?
There are plenty of young ladies in the capital; pick whichever you fancy and marry her to bear your daughters!”
As she spoke, she really did turn around and, pulling along Xia Zheng, who was feigning illness and leaning on Dong Qing, and Xia Zhen, who was absorbed in picking at his nails, she walked out without looking back.
Xia Yuan, who had initially only ant to give his son a casual lesson, hadn’t expected to hit such a hard spot with his wife.
He was now kicking himself.
He hurried forward and grabbed Princess Anle’s hand, gently caressing it while soothingly speaking, “My dear, how could I bear to let you return to the Princess Mansion?
Even if soone truly needs to leave, it should be I.
This General Mansion is your ho; there is no need for you to go anywhere else.
Alright, alright, if Ah Zheng does not want to go, then he doesn’t have to.
Let him rest at ho.”
Princess Anle had no real intention of leaving.
Although this gambit of threatening to leave ho had been used over ten tis, it had always worked without fail.
Her bright eyes flickered with a hint of a smile, yet she still did not turn back, saying coldly, “Rest?
After recovering, he will still have to go back to that gloomy and chilly ancestral hall; it’s better to keep pretending to be sick than to be troubled by going back and forth.”
Xia Yuan’s mouth twitched, but he finally said gently, “What ancestral hall!
As long as he realizes his mistake and promises not to stay away from ho for so long in the future, why should he return to that hall?
He can rest well in his room.”
Princess Anle finally smiled and turned around after Xia Yuan pulled at her sleeve several tis.
She rolled her eyes at Xia Yuan and said to Dong Qing, “Aren’t you going to help the second young master back to his room?
Have you clearly heard what the master said?
Take good care of the young master.”
Xia Yuan, covering their tightly clasped hands with his wide sleeve, also told Dong Qing, “Alright, all those odds and ends in the ancestral hall, don’t forget to clean them up, and remove things that shouldn’t appear and block up what needs to be blocked.
After all, it’s ti he was of age to marry; it’s not right for him to be locked up in the ancestral hall everyday!”
The unspoken suggestion was that Xia Zheng would no longer be grounded.
Princess Anle’s heart lightened, and her hand unconsciously softened under her husband’s grasp.
As for the small secrets between Xia Zheng and Dong Qing, both Princess Anle and Xia Yuan were well aware, but loving their son dearly, how could they truly let him kneel on the cold floor in the dead of winter?
Dong Qing’s mouth twitched at the notion of removing and blocking things.
It seed that the master had long been aware of the existence of that Dog Hole.
Ah, he wondered if the ancestors felt the chill of the cold winds blowing through.
Since Xia Zheng was no longer going to the palace, Xia Zhen, who was picking at his nails, brightened up.
But before he could speak, Xia Yuan shattered his hopes with a single sentence.
“Since Xia Zheng is frail and susceptible to catching cold, you, with your thick head, wouldn’t even catch a cold in the rain.
Hurry up and get ready to enter the palace.”
Xia Zhen’s mouth continued to twitch.
Both were sons of the Xia family, yet why was there such a disparity in their treatnt?
As Princess Anle and her party left for the palace, they happened to run into the physician entering the mansion.
Catching a glimpse of Xia Yuan, who had already boarded the carriage, Princess Anle gave Qiu Ju a secretive wink, “After we leave, you can send the physician away.
What sickness does that naughty boy have?
He must be missing Yuanyuan.
Hmph, it’s true what they say—sons forget their mothers once they have wives.”
Qiu Ju chuckled and nodded in agreent.
Once Xia Zheng returned to his own court, he instantly shed his sickly facade.
He pushed Dong Qing to one side and, in a panic, rushed into the house while ceaselessly calling out to Dong Qing, “Quick, fetch my blue-green robe.
No, no, that color is too heavy—take out the light purple one instead.”
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