Ye Zi'an was also about to leave for his post, and he wouldn't be going to the Capital City for at least five or six years, so if he didn't go, Yang Chuxia wouldn't either.
Luo Linhao was the same; his next visit would likely be for his wedding.
Just then, the deafening cries of little Yangyang burst forth from upstairs, somewhat easing the poignant atmosphere of the moment.
"My heavens, sister-in-law, the volume of little Yangyang's voice is just too much. If he could go to the barracks in the future, there wouldn't be any need for bugles; a shout from him and all three armies would hear it,"
"Pfft..."
How could this cheeky kid exaggerate so much? Yangyang's voice might be loud, but surely it wasn't to that extent.
Glaring at him with annoyance, she then seemed to think of something and asked, "You're about to return to the Capital, have you talked to Yunyun about it?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Linhao's mischievous face changed color, and he dashed out.
