August twelfth.
Emperor Yanping issued an imperial decree: Yang Mingcheng inherited the title and officially became Da Rong's Marquis of Jing'an.
In the main courtyard of the Yang Family, Yang Mingcheng changed into a Qilin Robe. As a Buddha depended on gold adornment, a man depended on his clothes; with the Qilin Robe on him, Yang Mingcheng immediately looked martial and noble.
Wang straightened Yang Mingcheng's clothes for him, smiling so widely that the gaps in her teeth showed.
"Dad, look, does this outfit fit?" she asked Yang Zhengshan, still lacking all sense of tact.
Yang Zhengshan was rendered somewhat speechless by her.
This woman was good in every way, except that sometimes she seemed a little petty and small-minded.
Promotion and wealth were both great joyous events in Wang's eyes.
Her own husband had become Marquis, and in her heart she was even blooming with delight.
This was a matter of outlook. Although Wang had already enjoyed every honor and luxury now, the petty air rooted in her bones had still not disappeared.
Of course, Yang Zhengshan would not get angry with her either. Apart from this point, everything else about Wang was very good.
"Mm, not bad. He looks quite like a Marquis!" Yang Zhengshan did not contradict Wang either, and said with a smile, stroking his beard.
Yang Mingcheng smiled simple and honest. "Why do I feel like it's not very comfortable?"
"What's uncomfortable about it? I think it's very good like this!" Wang immediately said in dissatisfaction.
The clothes were not being worn on her body, so naturally she would not feel uncomfortable. She just found it pleasing to look at.
Yang Zhengshan said with a smile, "There are too many cumbersome bits. It really is uncomfortable to wear!"
Yang Mingcheng took two steps and nodded.