The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1229: The Mistress, Only His Sang’er!

Chapter 1229: Chapter 1229: The Mistress, Only His Sang’er!

"If we’re not going in, then where are we heading?" Zhou Liang asked, looking at his grandfather with confusion.

They had already arrived at the door, so why weren’t they entering? Although the Lin Family’s doorstep was crowded, they could still squeeze their way through, right?

"Grandfather..."

"Follow me; we’re going somewhere first."

Elder Mr. Zhou, without further explanation, began leading his grandson to another location.

At Ya Molian’s house...

Zhe Jue had gone out on an errand, Jiang Zuo was taking the troublesome Ya Hai somewhere to be dealt with, and only Ya Molian was left at home, of course, along with two other people—Zhen Wu and Jiang Li.

However, these two were not convenient to appear in public; in the open, Ya Molian only brought Zhe Jue and Jiang Zuo with him.

And now, Elder Mr. Zhou was taking Zhou Liang to Ya Molian’s house. As soon as he entered the yard, he walked toward the wood-chopping Ya Molian as if he were at his own home.

"Molian lad, you’re at home, aren’t you?"

"Are you blind?"

Ya Molian put down his axe and looked coldly at Elder Mr. Zhou.

Was today an unlucky day? Having sent off Ya Hai and now dealing with this grandfather-grandson pair from the Zhou family, did he seem like someone easy to bully?

"You..."

Elder Mr. Zhou was choked by his words and nearly burst into a torrent of curses.

But then he thought, wasn’t he here just to provoke Ya Molian? He wanted to be prepared from both sides.

First, create a rift between Ya Molian and Liu Yuyang; if the relationship between these two couldn’t gel together, then anything Zhou Liang said to Liu Yuyang would be more believable.

Even Lin Caisang might not compare to his grandson.

After all, Liu Yuyang and her daughter hadn’t seen each other for many years; they didn’t understand one another.

With these thoughts, he smirked at Ya Molian with a faint smile.

"Molian lad, you’ve seen it yourself, Sangsang’s real mother has come back. She definitely won’t agree to your engagement to Sangsang. Don’t you think it would be better for you to break off the engagement yourself? You seem to care about your pride, and if Sangsang’s mother comes to call off the engagement, you won’t look good, will you? Better to take the initiative than to let others gain the upper hand. Look at you, a talented man with strength. What kind of bride could you not marry? Are you so stuck on Lin Caisang?"

Ya Molian: "..."

How was it that he didn’t need a Lin Caisang?

If it weren’t for his Sang’er not being of age yet, he would’ve married her and taken her home without hesitation.

To think, his Prince Mo’s Mansion lacked nothing but a mistress, and that mistress could only be his Sang’er!

"At least, I have yet to marry and still have a chance," he said to Elder Mr. Zhou with a light laugh.

"Uh."

Elder Mr. Zhou was caught off guard by his response and suddenly felt uncomfortable. He turned his gaze to his grandson, Zhou Liang.

Ya Molian’s implication couldn’t be clearer—he was saying that Zhou Liang, already being married, could not possibly marry Lin Caisang.

"So what if I’m married? Who says I can’t divorce and remarry?"

Zhou Liang, who hadn’t spent years studying for nothing, clearly understood what Ya Molian meant. He immediately puffed out his chest and said to Ya Molian,

"As long as Aunt Yuyang approves of me, I promise I’ll divorce that wretch Feng Yurui without any hesitation! Ya Molian, don’t be jealous of me. Only I am worthy of Sangsang!"