Everyone went off to see to their tasks, but Yang Chengye and Yang Chengmou did not leave. Yang Zhengshan looked at his two eldest grandsons, his brows and eyes filled with affection.
Yang Chengye was already fifteen this year, and two months ago, he had just become a martial artist.
As the eldest legitimate grandson of the Yang Family, Yang Chengye's status was no longer what it had once been.
For Yang Zhengshan, the hereditary Marquis of Jing'an, the title would definitely be passed on to Yang Mingcheng and Yang Chengye in the future.
In the future, Yang Chengye would at least be a second-rank Count of Jing'an.
Although it was still early to speak of such things, Yang Chengye's status had indeed undergone a great change.
And Yang Chengmou was also thirteen this year. In a few more years, it would be time for him to take a wife and have children.
"Come here. Let me see whether you've been slacking in your recent cultivation!" Yang Zhengshan beckoned, calling Yang Chengye over.
Yang Chengye obediently came before Yang Zhengshan, and Yang Zhengshan reached out and pinched him in a few places.
Mm!
His bones were solid, his flesh firm, his breathing steady, and his spirit full. He truly had the bearing of a martial artist.
Then looking at Yang Chengye's build—mm, Yang Chengye had perfectly inherited the body types of Yang Mingcheng and Wang. At only fifteen years old, he was already close to 1.8 meters tall, no shorter than Yang Zhengshan.
More importantly, Yang Chengye was exceptionally burly, with broad shoulders and a thick waist.
There was no need to mention Yang Mingcheng's physique; he could already be considered burly. As for Wang, her figure had always been developing horizontally. Although because of her martial training she did