"It should be fine." Ye Haoyang thought of those few brief words with the Left Protector and said, "But I suspect she’ll come looking for you."

"Me? What would she want with me?"

Ye Haoyang smiled. "Have you forgotten the rules of the Fairy Moon Pavilion? It passes to women, not men. When I came back, that Left Protector said that unless the Silver Flower is in your hand, the Fairy Moon Pavilion won’t follow my orders. Sounds like she’s willing to acknowledge you as the one in charge."

"Not interested." Mu Huaen shook her head. Her greatest interest was in studying those medicines. Now that she was married, she also had serving her parents-in-law and caring for her husband to think about. If they had children later, her focus would shift there.

She could already foresee that taking over the Fairy Moon Pavilion would be nothing but trouble, and she wanted no part of it.

"Then we’ll talk about it when she actually comes knocking."

"Right, what about Mu Yubing?" Mu Huaen asked again. "The Right Protector is dead, so what about her? By blood she counts as my aunt."

"That’s easy. We’ll hand her over to the Left Protector later. She’s one of their own anyway, and she pretended to be the young master of the Fairy Moon Pavilion. The Pavilion will definitely have its own punishments for that."

"That’s a good idea."

Seeing the little couple whispering together, Yang Dongxue winked at Yang Chuxia. "Look how loving that pair is."

"Yangyang picked his wife at a glance when he was a child. How could their feelings not be good?" Among everyone, Yang Chuxia was the least worried about the future life of this young couple.

Huaen didn’t talk much, but she had her own mind and treated Yangyang well. Yang Chuxia was completely at ease.

"Look at them, not talking and still managing to glare at each other." Yang Chuxia shook her head. "I’ll go check the kitchen and fix up something nice. Now that there’s nothing serious going on, we should have a proper little celebration."

"Alright, I’ll go with you."

Dongyang also came over and said, "Why don’t we cook it ourselves?"

"That I can get behind." Yang Chuxia’s interest was piqued.

Mu Huaen, seeing this, was about to go help as well.

Yang Chuxia waved her off. "The kitchen’s full of oil smoke, and you’re still covered in medicine. Better not go."

Hearing that, she had no choice but to give up.

"What a disaster!" Mu Shaoling frowned tightly as soon as he heard that Dongyang was going into the kitchen. "With Dongyang’s cooking, whether the food will even be cooked is still a question."

"Dongxue’s cooking is pretty mediocre too," Baili Han added. "I wouldn’t get my hopes up about supper."

As he spoke, he turned to Ye Rongqing. "Hurry over to the Ju De House and order some dishes. Otherwise we’ll have nothing to eat tonight."

"Why is it me again?" Ye Rongqing wailed. Ever since his little uncle had been staying at Prince An’s Mansion, he liked nothing better than to send him on errands, even though there were perfectly good manservants around.

"You’re the freest one here. If I don’t order you around, who should I order?" Baili Han snorted coldly. "Look at you, at your age and still not doing anything. You just laze at home all day, eating and waiting to die—truly useless!" His godson was still the most capable. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"I..." Ye Rongqing was speechless. It wasn’t like he wanted this.

But Second Brother was in the Capital City now, and the Emperor had said he’d send Second Brother to the south, though the decree hadn’t come down yet. He was just waiting for Second Brother to go south so he could follow and make his own name.

"What ’I’? Get moving and go do something!"

"Yes, yes, I’m going now. You just wait." Ye Rongqing wiped his sweat. Ill-tempered elders were the scariest.

"I think you’re all overthinking it." Ye Zi’an stroked his chin. "Xiaxia’s cooking is actually pretty good."

And was rewarded with two simultaneous eye-rolls.

Mu Shaoling looked down on that. Your woman cooks well—she’s not my woman. When the time comes, it’s obviously everyone eating what their own woman made. There’s a real chance he’d be stuck with a meal of half-cooked rice—who wouldn’t worry?