Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 369 - 368: The Little Young Master of Duke Zhen Country Mansion

After a while, Ye Zhi reached out to hold the little one, no longer tormenting him.

The two sisters, along with Shen Chen and a personal maid Xiao Rong, walked along the corridor and sat down inside a pavilion with red columns.

Ye Fu knew her sister had run off to Dragon Tiger Mountain some time ago and had just returned yesterday, so she started scolding her.

"Ah Zhi, you ran away from home, scaring our parents. No one anticipated that you would be so bold. Dragon Tiger Mountain is thousands of miles away. If anything had happened to you, what would the Ye Family do? What would I do? What would little Ah Che do? He would lose his aunt..."

It’s no wonder she worried; her sister is as beautiful as a flower, and even in the Capital, stepping out means fearing encounters with misbehaving folks.

Let alone being outside?

She was completely unaware that Ah Zhi had already learned the true art from Lu He, mastering the essence of "Disguise Technique."

With makeup like that, even the Minister’s couple might not recognize her...

Drawing thick eyebrows, sticking on a fake mustache, painting her face an earthy color. Applying some lipstick, then changing into men’s clothes, completely altering her appearance.

It makes her look somewhat comical... 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

For this reason, Lu He was constantly improving her "Disguise Technique."

However, once Ye Family set the date and she marries Zhao Jun, she will likely have little time to study it further.

Because Young Master Zhao wants two children in three years...

Ye Zhi patted her little chest, pretending to be scared: "Sister, don’t curse me to death. I had a great time at Dragon Tiger Mountain. It’s called gaining experience in the martial world. You don’t understand. In the future, when little Ah Che grows up, he can apprentice under Huanhuan’s father to learn the Spear Technique. The Lingbo Fairy doesn’t take male disciples, but by then I can teach Ah Che Qinggong."

"In the future, my little nephew will surely be of unmatched martial prowess."

As she thought about it happily, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Ye Fu glared at her. The little girl spoke without coherence.

"Ah Che is destined to follow a scholarly path in the future. The martial world is rife with fighting and killing, very dangerous. Don’t talk nonsense here. I’ll tell mother later, and she won’t let you off easily."

The martial world is filled with the flash of blades; Ye Fu certainly didn’t want Ah Che to roam such places.

However, for a man, learning martial arts is a must: one, to strengthen the body; two, to protect the family and country.

When the nation is in peril, every person is responsible.

No one can predict the future.

The little girl’s eyes shimmered, pleading with her sister with a pitiable and cautious expression: "Sister, please don’t tell mother. She’s afraid I’ll lead little Ah Che astray, never letting me mention these things. If she finds out, I’ll surely be in big trouble."

"Then will you stop talking nonsense?"

Ye Zhi raised three fingers to vow to her elder sister: "I won’t talk nonsense anymore."

Only then did Ye Fu’s expression soften a bit, and she continued:

"You are already twelve years old. Mother has long been thinking of finding you a husband, but you’ve always been willful and refused. If you were an ordinary girl, you’d likely be engaged already. Next time, I’ll help mother keep an eye out for any gentleman who seems a good match so that you can settle down earlier and avoid any mischief."

Ye Fu suddenly recalled the little son from the Duke Mansion, whom she’d seen a few times before and took quite a liking to: "Have you ever met the little son from the Duke Mansion? He’s handsome and refined, just perfect for you. It would also make a splendid match."

She had never found the right opportunity to mention it, and now was just perfect.

The mother had no objections either. If Ah Zhi agreed, they could arrange a meeting between the two.

The young mister seemed to have a good character and wasn’t like those who favor concubines over wives.

The Duke Mansion was a prestigious place, and marrying in as the legitimate wife would indeed be a step up from the Minister’s Mansion.

Yet, who knows what her sister thinks?

She looked deeply at her sister, whose fair face and bright eyes revealed curiosity.