"Alright, everyone, stop it." Commandery Princess Dongyang spoke up, "Yangyang, you head home first, don't come again next time."
As she said this, she winked at Yangyang and whispered to Ye Haoyang, "Your Uncle Mu is here every night to watch over."
Ye Haoyang's face darkened; him keeping vigil every night, was he afraid the flowers would be stolen by pigs?
Ugh... Ye Haoyang muttered under his breath, and greeted Mu Shaoling with folded hands, "Uncle Mu, I'm heading off now, take it easy, try not to get too angry, lest it delays my wedding."
"This brat!" Mu Shaoling flung a whip, only to hit the leaves of the flower bed. "I said he shouldn't marry so early, yet you insisted! This kid wishing me dead, should just let him be a monk for two more years."
Afraid he would be angered? It's more like afraid he'd be angered to death, then Huarong wouldn't be able to marry.
