Yan Shengrui felt so speechless, the corner of the mouth had a slight twitch. Isnât that some common sense? Be it men or women, reputation is the most important. In case that one side went back on his/her words after getting engaged and maliciously damaged the reputation of the other party, a couple needed to go to the yamen to register, and then they could receive their marriage paper after getting married. Before that, if one party meant to cancel the engagement, he/she had to get the other partyâs approval, and offer some amount of silver as compensation. Of course, it wasnât so troublesome in the countryside. Engagement done after the two parties exchanged their love tokens. And that was also why people often heard someone canceled the engagement in countries.
âReally? But even if two people get married, they still could divorce. So whatâs the point of the marriage paper? You? Donât even think of it. Once the magistrate hears the name Yan Shengrui, heâd be so scared and may wet his pants.â
After listening to what he said, Ling Jingxuan shook his head as he felt amused, then got up to go to the workshop. As for the marriage thing, at least when he had time in the evening to think about it, although he personally felt it didnât matter whether he got married or not.
âWhat do I care if he pees in his pants or not? Jingxuan, how about we go to the yamen to register when we have time a few daysâ later?â
Catching up and embracing him, Yan Shengrui began to act âshamelesslyâ again, rarely they talked about this topic, absolutely he would never allow him to fob him off like this.
âIf you feel bored, you can go up the mountain to pick wild fruit, recently we are quite short of it.â
Throwing him his white eye, instead of pushing him away, Ling Jingxuan directly dragged him towards the factory, Yan Shengrui pouted, âItâs already autumn, and we have already picked all the wild fruit in there. Donât try to switch the topic! You havenât answered me yet.â
âCan you be a little more bothering? Whatâs the use of getting engaged? How about this? Weâll directly get married. What do you say?â
Unable to stand his being thick-skinned, Ling Jingxuan abruptly stopped his steps and said to him bitterly. Yan Shengrui instantly replied, âOK, weâll hold the wedding now.â
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He couldnât wait, anyway, now he had regained most of his memories, only a key piece of jigsaw puzzle los. Instead of waiting endlessly, heâd rather get married as soon as possible, anyway, he only wanted him for the rest of his life.
âAll right.â
This time Ling Jingxuan was quite straightforward, after saying that, he turned around and walked away. Yan Shengrui, who obviously didnât expect him to agree so quickly, froze there like a fool, after quite a while, he came to his sense and catch up.
âYou said it! Donât regret! Weâll get married on October 1.â
âGot it.â
âDonât just say it. You got to get prepared.â
âYes, I know, you have the final say, right?â
âThatâs more like itâ¦â
They talked as they were walking, and finally made such a hasty decision for their whole life thing, but they didnât notice that, shortly after they left, the door of Chu Ciâs room suddenly opened, two little bunsâ heads stuck out. After making sure they had gone far, the small bun turned around to embrace his elder brother, âGe, did you hear that? Daddy and father are getting married.â
That little face was stained with a bright smile, even he knew what marriage represented.
âHmm, I heard it too, then no one will gossip behind daddy.â
Ling Wen also showed a rare naive smile, about how hurtful those gossips were, he knew better than his little brother and even his daddy. Although they had never said that, actually they had been expected that daddy and father could get married as soon as possible.
âYey, thatâs wonderful, Tiewa, Uncle Chu, Brother Yan, our daddy is finally getting married, in the future no one will call me bastard, greatâ¦â
The small bun excitedly made turns in the whole room, but his words made Chu Ci and Chu Yan so sorry. Prince Shengâs legitimate sons grew up under peopleâs swear words. Who would believe that? Some day, when they strike back, those people would be so dead!
âCongratulations, Wu, then should I call Uncle Sheng father?â
Tiewa rushed up to hold his hand and spun around with him. His little face was also full of smiles. He liked his adoptive daddy and also Uncle Sheng.
âOn right, Uncle Chu, how should Tiewa call our father then?â
Ling Wu also did not understand and could only ask Chu Ci.
âAdopted father, so that you wonât get mixed. But Wu and Wen, if Shengrui and Jingxuan really get married, you should also change your names!â
Bending over to embrace Tiewa, Chu Ciâs eyes were looking at the two brothers. Descendants of the Yan imperial family should change their surname to Yan.
âWhy? I like my name Ling Wu, and I also like to be daddyâs small bun.â
Hearing that, Ling Wu asked, head tilted. Before Chu Ci opened his mouth, Ling Wen took his little brotherâs hand and said earnestly, âAre you silly? Daddy is getting married with father, and we should follow fatherâs surname then. Tiewa also follows Uncle Zhaoâs surname, see?â
âIs that so? So I have to change it to Sheng Wu? But that sounds awful. Or you change it to Sheng Wen, and I am still called Ling Wu?â
The small bun pouted up high and held his elder brotherâs hand in his arms. It seemed that after changing his name, he was no longer his daddyâs son.
âWell, you should go ask father and daddy, Wu, how about we ask about it before sleeping at night?â
Ling Wen touched his little face dotingly. Clearly he himself was also a five years old kid, he behaved like a little adult.
âOK, father loves me most, he will certainly agree.â
Ling Wu finally felt thrilled, and a smile was blooming again on his small face. Chu Ci shook his head as he found it so amused, âItâs not surnamed Sheng, but Yan. Shengrui is your fatherâs name, and Yan is his surname. So your names would be Yan Wen and Yan Wu!â
âNot good either, I still prefer Ling Wu.â
Without even thinking, the small bun reflectively denied the new surname, while Ling Wen gave Chu Ci a strange look, but said nothing, just secretly wondering how father had a surname, even he had never heard it from daddy, how did Uncle Chu know???
âHeheâ¦â
Chu Ci and his son smiled each other, wondering how Yan Shengrui would react if he found out that his sons hated his surname.