Seeing this, Ye Zi'an didn't linger and went straight back to the mansion.
"Dad, are you really back like this?" Lele naturally knew what Ye Zi'an went to do, but was puzzled as to why his father showed no change in his expression.
"What else?"
"Didn't the Emperor say anything?"
"He hasn't seen the items yet, so what's there to say?"
Ye Zi'an returned to the Bamboo Courtyard, where Yang Chuxia was arranging winter clothes.
After waving the maidservants away, she said, "Don't worry about these things now. First, pack our luggage."
"Why pack the luggage?" Yang Chuxia frowned, "It's only one month until the New Year, why pack now?"
"I submitted my resignation, we're going back to Funan."
"Are you serious?"
Yang Chuxia happily hugged him, "Are we really going back to Funan?"
"Of course it's true."
Ye Zi'an smiled, "You mentioned being worried about Yangyang. We can check on him when we pass by Shandong on our way back."
"But won't the Emperor disagree with you leaving?"
