If it weren't for him providing money, those soldiers in Shandong would be starving every day. It's fine when there's no war, but if pirates come, how can they have the strength to fight them on an empty stomach?
"You're just too straightforward."
"I can't be bothered to look at their hypocritical faces."
Ye Haoyang curled his lips and mounted his horse.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to Prince An's Mansion, he came face to face with Mu Huarong.
"Brother Yang!" Mu Huarong rushed forward like a little magpie, naturally holding Ye Haoyang's arm, "Brother Yang, I finally get to see you. Why didn't you come to see me when you returned to the capital? I haven't seen you in such a long, long time."
The three Ye brothers: the Eldest bears a striking resemblance to Ye Zi'an, the Second to Yang Chuxia, and the Third to their late grandmother. So even though Mu Huarong hadn't seen him in years, she could recognize him at a glance.
