Ye Wan truly admired these people, no wonder Hui Hui ran away from home.
The butler was taken aback. Did Young Master mean he was worried, not angry? But whenever the young master made a mistake, Young Master was genuinely angry.
"Hui Hui, listen to me, go back and have a good talk with your father about your thoughts, okay?" Ye Wan repeatedly instructed Hui Hui with concern.
She felt that the people in this country seemed a bit slow-witted. How could they speak to a child like this? Even if a child was smart, they would be led astray over time.
Hui Hui nodded, indicating he understood.
Only then did Ye Wan confidently watch the group lead Hui Hui away. Ye Wan squatted on the ground and finished the remaining sweet potato before getting up and returning. She had a chance to enter the palace, so she would seize this opportunity to find the antidote.
...
When Hui Hui returned home, his father was sitting in the living room with a furrowed brow, waiting. He already knew his son had been found. As Hui Hui entered, he obediently walked to his father's side.
"Decided to come back?" Ying Wuji looked at his son with displeasure.
"Dad, I ran away from home because I really hate the woman you're going to marry. She's two-faced. Can you not marry her?" Hui Hui, recalling what Sister Ye Wan had told him, looked up and earnestly told his father his true feelings.
Ying Wuji did not expect his son to say this to him. In the past, the brat would ignore him, snort coldly, and leave. Even when beaten, he wouldn't speak. Today, he actually explained the reason proactively.
"Who told you I was going to get married?" Ying Wuji frowned, looking at his son, who bore some resemblance to his deceased wife.
His wife had died during childbirth when giving birth to their second child. Even more bizarrely, his wife had died, and the child was lost. He still didn't know where his wife's second child was. The doctor at the time said it was a boy.
Hui Hui looked at his father in surprise. "That woman came to the house this morning and said that you and she were getting married soon, and I would have to call her Mom. And when I called Grandma, she said the same thing."
Ying Wuji's expression instantly turned grim. His icy gaze swept over the butler and the maids at home. "When I'm not home, you let unrelated people in? What use are you? Guards, take everyone out and give them twenty lashes, then kick them out!"
Ying Wuji's words made the butler and all the maids kneel down, trembling and begging for mercy. The bodyguards entered, completely ignoring their pleas, and dragged them out.
Hui Hui's eyes lit up. He moved closer to his father, his eyes sparkling. Ying Wuji frowned and looked at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Are you really not marrying that woman?" Hui Hui blinked and asked.
"If you don't use your brain more, don't say you're my son Ying Wuji when you go out in the future. You're an embarrassment!" Ying Wuji ruthlessly critiqued his own son.
"But Ye Wan said I'm very smart." Hui Hui said softly.
"What did you say?" Ying Wuji hadn't heard clearly what his son said.
"Uh, nothing, Dad, I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?" Hui Hui asked, tilting his small face up.
"What's that on your lips, so dirty!" Ying Wuji complained verbally, but his hand had already reached his son's lips to help him wipe it.
Hui Hui was somewhat flattered and looked at his father blankly. Dad was actually willing to wipe his mouth for him? In his memory, his father had always been serious, never hugged him, let alone had physical contact.