The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 908 - 781, Compromise

The consequences of drinking were that Daohua slept until well past noon the next day.

"Miss, are you awake?" Guyu smiled as she approached to help Daohua wash and dress.

This time, Wang Manman did not come along. Last month, Xiaoliu proposed to Madam Li for her, and after asking Daohua for her opinion, Madam Li had agreed to betroth Wang Manman to Xiaoliu.

Considering that Wang Manman and Xiaoliu were to follow Daohua after her marriage, Madam Li looked at the calendar and set their wedding date for the end of this month. freewēbnoveℓ.com

During this time, Daohua had excused Wang Manman from her duties so she could stay in her room and focus on her dowry embroidery.

Daohua rubbed her slightly heavy head and looked at the position of the sun outside the window, "It’s so late already, why didn’t you wake me?"

Guyu laughed, "Miss, you were drunk last night. When the Little Prince brought you back, he specifically instructed us not to disturb you this morning."

"I was drunk?" Daohua looked skeptical, "But I can hold my liquor quite well!"

Guyu just smiled and did not respond.

The lady’s tolerance was only for fruit wines and grape wines, anything else would surely intoxicate her.

After washing and dressing, Daohua had some breakfast then went straight to Gu Jian’s yard. On the way, she saw Xiao Yeyang coming towards her and immediately walked over with a bright smile.

Xiao Yeyang examined Daohua and seeing that she looked well, asked, "Is your head not aching?"

Daohua shook her head, "I didn’t drink much."

Without mentioning the strong liquor she had drunk last night, Xiao Yeyang smiled, "The old gentleman took my father to the medicinal fields, saying he would teach him to recognize herbs. Let’s go over and take a look."

Daohua nodded and as they were walking, she suddenly stopped, tilted her head towards Xiao Yeyang, "Aren’t you supposed to give me something?"

Xiao Yeyang looked puzzled, "No, I’m not."

Daohua furrowed her brows, trying to recall, "That’s not right, last night when I went with you to catch fireflies, you seemed like you wanted to show me some kind of album."

Hearing this, Xiao Yeyang’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, "You’re mistaken, it was you who saw the drawing paper on my desk and asked me to draw for you."

"Is that so?"

Daohua looked doubtful.

Before she could continue questioning, Xiao Yeyang quickly took her hand and led her forward, diverting her attention, "The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed and my vacation is also over. I have to return to the city this afternoon, and my father might need to return as well."

Daohua no longer pursued the matter of the album, "Your duties are important, but your father has no urgent matters, let’s try to make him stay a few more days. Look at how happy Master was yesterday."

Xiao Yeyang fell silent, "Do you have any ideas?"

Daohua pondered for a moment, "Doesn’t your father love experimenting with rouge? I plan to teach him how to use glass instruments. To master those devices, it will take at least a month or two."

Xiao Yeyang smiled, "That’s a good idea. My father really likes new things. If something engages him, even if he cannot stay at the manor permanently, he’ll come by often."

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Prince really planned to return to the city with Xiao Yeyang, but after Daohua took him to the laboratory and showed him how she distilled perfume, he immediately decided to extend his stay.

Gu Jian had already mastered the use of various glass instruments, so he took on the task of instructing the Prince.

After sending Xiao Yeyang off, Daohua returned to her own courtyard. She too needed to embroider her wedding dress, and she planned to embroider Xiao Yeyang’s part as well.

Because there were new things to learn, the Prince was quite happy staying at the manor, but the Ma Family in the Prince Residence was becoming increasingly anxious.

"What exactly is going on with the Prince? He used to make rouge at the manor but never stayed away this long. How many days has it been and he’s still not back?"

"Chenchen, this can’t go on. That Yan Yiyi hasn’t even married into the Prince Residence yet, and she has already won over your father!" Madam Ma was frantic.

Luo Qiong glanced at the silent Xiao Yechen and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Why not, my lord, personally go to Four Seasons Manor and bring your father back?"

Xiao Yechen replied, "Father loves to have fun. I asked someone to inquire among those close to him, and Yan Yiyi came up with some intriguing gadgets that have caught Father’s attention. He’s quite caught up in them now, so even if I were to go, Father wouldn’t come back with me."

Luo Qiong smiled faintly, "My lord, regardless, it sounds inappropriate for a father to stay at his future daughter-in-law’s estate. Father might not realize this point. As his son, it’s your duty to remind him."

Upon hearing this, the Princess Consort of the Ma Family immediately clapped her hands in approval, "That Yan Yiyi is truly unscrupulous, seducing Yeyang to marry into Prince Residence, and now ingratiating herself with your father. She truly disregards any sense of reputation. Chenchen, you must hurry and bring your father back. We of the Prince Residence cannot afford to become the laughingstock of all Beijing because of her."

Xiao Yechen also felt this reason was feasible, so he ordered the servants to prepare the carriage.

After Luo Qiong suggested a good idea, the Princess Consort of the Ma Family warmed up to her quite a bit, but upon thinking that Yan Yiyi would marry into the Prince Residence in just three more months, she once again brought up the matter of heirs.

"Luo Qiong, why is there still no news from your belly?"

Luo Qiong’s face turned, and she involuntarily tightened her grip on the handkerchief in her hand.

The Princess Consort looked towards Xiao Yechen, "Chenchen, you should spend more nights in Luo Qiong’s chamber, and quit frequenting the chambers of the concubines. First produce a legitimate grandson for your mother; you can’t lose to Xiao Yeyang in this regard."

Xiao Yechen glanced at Luo Qiong; regarding his wife, who had been unhappy since marrying into the Prince Residence more than three years ago, he actually harbored serious resentment: "Mother, I will."

After a while, the carriage was ready, and Xiao Yechen departed.

The Princess Consort looked at her daughter-in-law, who was always on her guard, and motioned for her to leave with a wave of her hand.

On the way back to her quarters, Luo Qiong’s maid Xue Qiao looked worriedly at her mistress and hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Miss, the Princess Consort and the master are really anxious. Perhaps, perhaps we should stop taking the medicine?"

A flash of disgust crossed Luo Qiong’s eyes; she wasn’t willing to marry Xiao Yechen, but she had made the compromise for the sake of her family.

Since she was married, she was prepared to be a virtuous wife and a good mother, but both the Princess Consort and Xiao Yechen had deeply disappointed her.

Not even a month after she married into the Prince Residence, her dear mother-in-law started stuffing people into her room.

To this, her husband hadn’t said a word.

This she could put up with, as she had never expected much affection from Xiao Yechen in the first place—all she wanted was the respect she deserved.

But Xiao Yechen turned out to be quite different from the man he was reputed to be; his talents were nothing as remarkable as his reputation suggested.

Such a great scholar of Beijing was but a facade.

What she found intolerable was that he would tell his mother everything from their chamber, following her advice without question.

It would be acceptable if his mother were wise and discerning, but his mother was merely a concubine who had risen through flattery—an advisor of what worth?

Having been married into the Prince Residence for so many years, she had come to understand that her mother-in-law was elevated not because of her capabilities, but because the Empress Dowager and the Emperor needed her.

Seeing the look on her mistress’s face, Xue Qiao knew Luo Qiong was unwilling but nonetheless ventured to say, "Miss, we might not have other options, but for the sake of better days in the future, we should still consider it."

"If Countess Shengping conceives before you do, the pressure you’ll face will only grow, and the Princess Consort might keep adding people to the master’s chamber."

Luo Qiong listened, her annoyance clear on her face.

Xue Qiao, plucking up her courage, continued, "The Princess Consort and the master have been in constant competition with the Little Prince regarding heirs, and they certainly don’t want to lose in this aspect."

"My dear Miss, while the Princess Consort and the master haven’t yet stopped those women in the backyard from taking contraceptive decoctions, you really should conceive a little prince first. Otherwise, once the Little Prince gets married, I fear..."

Luo Qiong turned to Xue Qiao, "What are you afraid of? Afraid a legitimate first son might be born?"

Xue Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing, the possibility was not absent. After all, the master himself was born from such circumstances; he might not care about that, and the Princess Consort was not known for strictly adhering to rules or preserving appearances.

Luo Qiong sighed, an expression of reluctant surrender to fate flickering across her face, "Let’s stop it."