Otherwise, his overflowing energy was quite off-putting, as he constantly eyed his father's position, even the Emperor hadn't stripped his dad of his official title, so what gave a mere Prefectural Magistrate the right to covet it?
"That will do!" Ye Er said with a light smile, "Let Xiao Jiu handle it, he can conceal himself and won't easily attract attention."
"Alright, let him do it then."
Afterward, Ye Er left. That very night, news came that Lord Prefectural Magistrate had broken his leg. The following day, people saw many official documents temporarily moved to the Prefectural Magistrate's Mansion.
Lele was quite satisfied with this; with his mobility compromised, he wouldn't be showing off so readily. Fortunately, his mind was still sharp and his hands were still functional, allowing him to handle official duties.
"Madam, we can leave in two hours." Yet another new day, and Ye Zi'an was preparing to go to the main street with Yang Chuxia.
