Chapter 1862: Chapter 1864: Who Wants Your Medicine?
"That’s right, he’s thinking about how to weaken your power now, so there’s no way he’d watch your power grow."
"That’s exactly what I’m saying." Ye Zi’an thought of the incident in Shandong, "I suspect he might bring up the grave-digging issue again."
Ye Zi’an rubbed his brow; that matter had also spread to the Capital City. Although the people there weren’t as vehement as those in Shandong, they were equally opposed to him.
If Prince Le really wanted to exploit it, some irrational people might be incited to kneel at the palace gates in protest.
"Let him bring it up, what can he do anyway?" Yang Chuxia shook her head, "Just deny it as before. Although grave digging is taboo, I’ve never thought it was wrong. You weren’t the only one who benefited, so there’s no reason for just you to bear the blame when questions arise."
"Forget it, let’s not mention this anymore, it’s getting late, let’s sleep." Ye Zi’an beckoned to her, smiling gently.
Later, Yang Chuxia also got into bed, and Ye Zi’an hugged her waist and gently stroked it, soon falling into a deep sleep.
In the morning, Yang Chuxia was sleeping soundly but felt slightly uncomfortable, a bit stuffy and out of breath.
This made her lift the blanket involuntarily, and she accidentally swung her hand, followed by a cry of pain.
"Ouch!"
The sound forced Yang Chuxia to open her eyes and she saw Ye Zi’an holding his eye, looking at her with grievance.
"What’s wrong?" It would have been better if she hadn’t asked; once asked, Ye Zi’an’s eyes were full of accusations.
Recalling her careless swing just now, she had a bad feeling, and sure enough, his eye was a bit red when she pulled his hand away.
"Haha, mistake, mistake." Yang Chuxia stretched out a finger and rubbed under his eye, then asked, "Are you okay?"
"Not okay!" Ye Zi’an rarely acted spoiled, "Eye hurts, heart hurts! Why did you swing your hand? I think you did it on purpose!"
"Sigh, I just wasn’t comfortable, felt a bit stuffy." Yang Chuxia thought for a moment, "Aren’t you lying down? How did I swing at you?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an fell silent; he wouldn’t admit he was bending down to try and pull a certain strap.
"Who knows why you’re so restless even when sleeping?" Ye Zi’an stiffened his tone, "I saw a piece of clothing fell down, just bent to pick it up, and suddenly, your iron fist swung up. You must compensate me!"
"Oh, no problem, I’ve got some cherished ointment for injuries, I’ll give it to you later." Yang Chuxia yawned, looked at his eye again, seeing it was just a little red, she was relieved and waved him off, "I’ll sleep a bit more, I had too many dreams last night, feeling dead tired now."
Staring blankly as she pulled up a blanket from the side and continued sleeping, Ye Zi’an was stunned, "You’re not allowed to sleep! Who wants your medicine? As if I don’t have any!"
Yang Chuxia ignored him and continued to close her eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Zi’an moved closer, "Dear, pretending to sleep isn’t good, your compensation lacks sincerity."
"Shut up!" Yang Chuxia irritably grabbed a piece of cloth from inside the bed and covered Ye Zi’an’s head with it, "Even sleeping you’re so noisy."
But looking at the cloth on his head, Ye Zi’an’s eyes darkened; this item when worn by his wife was very alluring.