Beast Taming Mad Concubine: The Useless Young Lady is Back!

Ye Qinghao really didn't want to see this daughter. He took a deep breath, preparing to finish quickly: "Don't you know what you did wrong? What did your brother do wrong that you had to beat and scold him like that?"

“Yes.” Liu Xueying immediately chimed in, “Qing’an, when you left the Ye residence, Feiran was only three years old. His sister had just left, and he was crying uncontrollably. I took him in and comforted him carefully every day, fed him meticulously, and taught him with great care.”

"Over the years, although Feiran is not my biological son, to me he is no different from my own. For the young lady to beat and scold him like this, saying that he has no manners, isn't that saying that I haven't raised him well?"

"And you say that Feiran disrespects his mother and doesn't value his elder sister, which is quite a serious accusation. But everyone in the manor knows that I always have Feiran offer incense to his sister during festivals. As for you, Qing'an, Feiran is too young, and the estate is far away, making it inconvenient for him to come and go, which is why I can't let him visit you..."

As Ye Qing'an listened to her rambling on about how good she was to Ye Feiran, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ye Qinghao's expression turned even more unpleasant.

Ye Qing'an smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just feel that everyone in this household is probably blind."

"What do you mean?" Ye Qinghao could easily hear the sarcasm in Ye Qing'an's words. He slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair. "Ye Qing'an, do you really think that just because the Imperial Concubine is protecting you, you can act with impunity?"

Ye Qing'an blinked innocently, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Although I have only just returned to the manor and this is the first time I have seen Feiran in all these years, I am not a fool. Tell me, in all of Wangjing, what mother who truly loves her child would raise her child to be like this?"

Liu Xueying naturally understood what Ye Qing'an was talking about, and had already prepared her explanation: "What can I do? Feiran is at the age where she is growing, and she needs to eat a lot every day. If she eats even a little less, she will feel dizzy from hunger. Is being fat or thin more important than health?"

"You can't catch your breath for a quarter of an hour after walking three steps? Is that what you call healthy?" Ye Qing'an scoffed. "Why didn't you feed your own son and daughter like that when they were growing up?"

"Putting that aside, every time she sees me, she calls me a country bumpkin, a shrew, and a dog. If she's even slightly unhappy, she says she'll stone me to death or kill me. Is this what my mother calls good upbringing?"

"Neither this body full of fat nor this coarse manner of speaking and behaving could have become like this overnight. If everyone in the Ye family is not blind, why would they blatantly lie? Saying that you treat Ye Feiran like your own son and have painstakingly taught him?"

Ye Qing'an turned her gaze away and looked at Ye Qinghao: "Although Mother has passed away, Feiran is still the legitimate son. If things continue like this, what will others think of Feiran's appearance and how they will laugh at our Ye family?"

Seeing that Ye Qinghao's eyes were softening, Liu Xueying hurriedly said, "Master, Miss is really wronging me. Although Feiran is raised under my name, that's all I do. I usually just make sure he's fed and clothed. As for his education, it's the teacher you personally found who is in charge of it."

"That gentleman is none other than the renowned Master Lingjun of Wangjing. Back then, my husband and I went to great lengths to get Feiran to become Master Lingjun's disciple."

Liu Xueying glanced at Ye Qing'an: "Many scions of prominent families in Wangjing are under Master Lingjun's tutelage. Could it be that Miss thinks Master Lingjun is incompetent in teaching Fei Ran? Master Lingjun excels in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and prose. If even Master Lingjun can't teach her well, then who do you think can?"

Ye Qing'an had been going through all this trouble for so long, and all she was waiting for was this sentence: "I can."

"Perhaps Mr. Lingjun was indeed outstanding in the Six Arts, but as his elder sister, I do not ask him to be exceptionally talented. I only hope that he will not speak vulgarly, that his character will not be corrupted, and that he will not make himself or the Ye family a laughing stock."

Liu Xueying's voice suddenly rose to a shrill tone: "You mean I should make him vulgar and morally corrupt? Make him a laughingstock?"

Ye Qing'an smiled faintly: "Mother, I didn't say that. As for the truth, Father can send someone to investigate himself and ask about Fei Ran's reputation and how he has acted over the years."

"Miss, don't forget your own situation. You had a child out of wedlock, and your reputation is ruined. It's not someone else who has made our Ye family a laughingstock. If you're like this yourself, how can you teach others?" Liu Xueying's expression was not good.

Ye Qing'an, however, remained unfazed: "The truth of that matter is known only to Heaven, Earth, you, and me. It's just that I don't have the energy to investigate it thoroughly right now, but there will be opportunities in the future. Mother, don't you agree?"

Liu Xueying felt a little flustered under Ye Qing'an's gaze, and after hearing what she said, she became flustered: "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"

"Whether she understood or not, only Mother herself knows." Ye Qing'an didn't want to get entangled with her about this now, so she looked up at Ye Qinghao again: "Father, I am Fei Ran's older sister, and it is my duty to teach and raise Fei Ran. Fei Ran lost his mother when he was born. I was only eleven or twelve years old at the time, and I was able to raise him safely until he was three or four years old. I can do it now."

Ye Qinghao didn't really care much about Ye Feiran. Since Ye Feiran was born, he had paid very little attention to his second son.

Hearing Ye Qing'an say this today, I couldn't help but look at Ye Feiran.

She's been fed so much that she's gotten quite fat; she must weigh around 150 or 160 pounds.

I'm afraid that this is about the weight of an ordinary family's pig, and it looks... rather unsightly.

Looking at his unseemly posture and disheveled clothes, he certainly didn't seem to have any manners.

He knew a little about how Liu Xueying had treated her son, who had lost his mother at birth and wasn't particularly gifted, but he didn't want to ask.

But if it concerns the reputation of the Ye family, he cannot ignore it.

“Alright.” Ye Qinghao tightened his grip on the jade thumb ring and made his decision: “What you said is not wrong. This is your own younger brother, and you should be the one to teach him. It will save others the trouble of raising him, and you still complain about him.”

When Liu Xueying heard Ye Qinghao say that, she felt that Ye Qinghao was speaking up for her, so she immediately put on a tearful look.

"However, I don't have much patience. If you can't raise him properly, then I will send you two siblings to the estate. From then on, whether you live or die is none of the Ye family's business."

“Okay,” Ye Qing’an replied casually.

"No! I don't want to!" Ye Feiran saw her father so casually decide where she was going, and remembering the inhumane treatment she had suffered at Ye Qing'an's hands, her eyes widened in terror: "I don't want to! I don't want this shrew to teach me! I'd rather die than have her teach me!"