Chapter 1463: Chapter 1466_1
The urgency lifted a corner of her veil.
Yang Chuxia curved her lips slightly and said, "You are sick, I am not!"
"Nonsense!" Shen Qiu’s face instantly darkened, and her eyes revealed a deep malice.
"Oh my, that aunty’s gaze is so scary!" Yangyang, who had been sleeping in the carriage, was now awake. Upon seeing his mother talking, he poked his head out to look, just in time to meet Shen Qiu’s eyes.
With his rosy cheeks and sparkling big eyes, paired with his mischievous expression and tone while speaking, everyone was charmed by the sudden appearance of this little guy.
"Don’t move around recklessly, be careful not to fall." Yang Chuxia embraced him gently, her voice very tender.
This display of deep mother-and-son affection further stabbed at Shen Qiu’s eyes.
However, what truly unsettled her were the words Yang Chuxia said next.
"The sickness I’m talking about is not a physical illness, it’s that your brain is sick," Yang Chuxia looked straight at her. "I have never compared myself with you, yet you cling to me, wanting to compete to the point of overturning the heavens, even at the cost of your own lifetime. If that’s not sickness, what is?"
"Alright, even if you compare yourself with me, do you really think you’ve outdone me? Look, my son is already over four years old, have the guts to let your son be over four years old for me to see?"
Everyone was stunned by her shameless words. The woman had just gotten married, and here she was, demanding that someone produce a son to compete with hers. How could she have the nerve?
"You!" But to Shen Qiu, the words meant something else entirely. It sounded more like mockery, especially since she was older than Yang Chuxia but had only just gotten married, with no son to speak of. With a snort, she said, "So what if you have a son? As if someone else can’t give birth."
"No, no, no, you are mistaken!" Yang Chuxia hurriedly waved her hand upon hearing this, "I did not say you could not give birth to a son, or that you can’t give birth at all. I’m just saying, if you can let your son be born the same age as mine, that would really be something! Otherwise, at least in this aspect, you can’t compare to me, haha, what do you say?"
Shen Qiu was furious. Haha, my ass.
"Hmph, what if your son is older than mine? One day, my grandson will be older than your grandson. Don’t believe it? Just wait and see!" After finishing her words, Shen Qiu covered herself with the veil and said, "Lift the palanquin!"
Young Master Zhang, who had been listening to their conversation, felt a cold sweat trickling down his spine. If his son hadn’t even been born yet, did this mean he had to make an effort to have a son first before thinking about grandsons?
Seeing that the palanquin was about to be lifted, Yang Chuxia chuckled once more and said, "I don’t mind if you even want to compare grandsons."
Her words almost made Shen Qiu spit blood again.
However, it was Yangyang’s comment that almost made her pass out with rage.
"Mother, you can also compare whose son is more handsome. How handsome my brother and I are, how many can match up?" The little guy was quite proud.
"Look at you, so full of yourself. You should know there’s always someone better. Even Uncle Shaoling’s Chengcheng is more handsome than you," Yang Chuxia said with a smile as she lowered the curtain, touching her son’s jade-like little face.
"Ah, it’s no use for Chengcheng to be handsome, I can’t marry him off as a bride."
Yangyang sighed with a feeling of defeat, making Yang Chuxia laugh again.
After the Zhang Family’s wedding procession passed by, Yang Chuxia’s carriage also started to move, and the laughter and chatter of the mother and son gradually disappeared amidst people’s discussions.
By noon, the carriage arrived outside the county town, where Mu Shaoling and Commandery Princess Dongyang were waiting with their children.
Also waiting were Madam Liu and her son.