"Hehe." Yangyang smiled shyly.
"Alright, it's getting late, you should get some rest now. I won't disturb you anymore," said Dongyang as she noticed how late it had become, and then added, "Speaking of which, look at yourself. You've surely not rested well along the way – your eye sockets look like they've been smeared with mule's daub."
"Okay, we'll talk more tomorrow."
Yang Chuxia escorted Commandery Princess Dongyang to the courtyard where her maids were still waiting with lanterns.
After sending Dongyang off, Yang Chuxia returned to the room where Yang Qingtong was already hugging Yangyang.
"Come tell Uncle, how did you end up becoming someone's future son-in-law?"
"Aunt Dongyang wants to make her daughter my wife. I thought, since Uncle Shaoling is so handsome, his daughter won't be bad either. Besides, why not take the offer?"
Yangyang slightly wriggled free and then asked, "Is Uncle here to see my beautiful dad?"
"Yes," Yang Chuxia called out as she came in, "Sis!"
