The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 950 - 807, Control Group

After returning from the Duke Residence, Daohua and Xiao Yeyang stayed in Pingxi Hall and didn’t go out anymore.

The two sat opposite each other by the window on a heated brick bed, one buried in writing couplets, and the other busy cutting paper window decorations. From time to time, they looked up at each other, a scene both warm and peaceful.

"Xiao Yeyang!"

Daohua, holding up a pair of newly cut red pigs, looked at Xiao Yeyang with a smile, "Take a look! Do they resemble you?"

Xiao Yeyang examined the red paper pigs, pointed at one of them, and chuckled, "If you think it looks like you, then I think it looks like me. After all, we’re inseparable."

Daohua pouted and snorted, "You’re the pig, not me."

Xiao Yeyang took over the conversation, "No one’s calling you a pig, you’re just the pig’s wife."

"I can’t talk to you anymore!"

Daohua knelt on the heated bed, sticking the pair of red pigs onto the glass window, then proceeded to cut out other decorations to stick on.

"The emperor uncle gave us a blessing character, let’s hang it up with the couplets later."

"Sure!"

Today was New Year’s Eve, and the Prince Residence was adorned with large red lanterns everywhere, bustling with festivity.

In the main room of Pingxi Hall, it was Daohua and Xiao Yeyang who personally decorated, collaborating harmoniously to festoon the room with celebratory New Year vibes.

After finishing the couplets and New Year paintings, Xiao Yeyang lazily leaned on the brick bed, gazing fixedly at the bustling Daohua. Watching her hang long red knots at the head and foot of the bed, replacing the room’s lampshades with red ones, and swapping out the vase’s flowers with bright red Hong Mei...

Such a lively and vivid scene was captivating.

In the past New Year’s celebrations, it was mostly just him alone. Even if there was company, it never felt quite like home.

Home, a place of belonging, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

Xiao Yeyang stepped off the brick bed and walked over to Daohua, embracing her tightly from behind.

Daohua was arranging a fruit platter, and suddenly being embraced caused her to lose grip, dropping two fruits to the floor. Just as she was about to scold Xiao Yeyang, she heard him say,

"Yiyi, let’s celebrate like this every year from now on."

Daohua paused for a moment, then set down the fruit platter, turned around, wrapped her arms around Xiao Yeyang’s neck, and smiled at him, "Sure, let’s do this every year."

Xiao Yeyang’s eyes and brows smiled, his head lowered against Daohua’s forehead, "It’s great having you with me!"

"Miss, the Prince has sent..."

Wang Manman, carrying two large red Octagonal Palace Lanterns, walked in and, seeing Daohua and Xiao Yeyang embracing, quickly lowered her head thinking of turning back.

Daohua let go of Xiao Yeyang and called out to Wang Manman, "What is it?"

Wang Manman lifted the palace lanterns, "The Prince sent over eight palace lanterns, where should I hang them?"

Daohua walked over to take a look, "These lanterns are really beautiful."

Xiao Yeyang laughed, "They’re from the imperial supply, naturally they are fine. The emperor uncle is really generous this year; we got eight, I wonder how many he gave to Father?"

Wang Manman immediately chuckled, "I heard it was eighteen lanterns. Pingxi Hall kept eight, Chen Courtyard received two, and none for the other yards."

Hearing this, Daohua and Xiao Yeyang exchanged a glance, then burst into laughter together.

"This year, the Princess Consort is probably going to spend it in anger."

The young couple didn’t hide their Schadenfreude.

Xiao Yeyang still understood his father, "It must be the emperor uncle’s doing; otherwise, even if Father favors us, he wouldn’t have made it so obvious."

Daohua clapped her hands and laughed, "The emperor uncle is really wise."

Xiao Yeyang shook his head in amusement, took Daohua’s hand, and walked out of the room, replacing the ordinary lanterns previously hung under the eaves with the Octagonal Palace Lanterns.

Around noon, Huai En came over to call Daohua and Xiao Yeyang to Pingxi Hall for a meal.

Xiao Yeyang directly asked, "Are you sure the Ma Family and Xiao Yechen won’t stir up trouble? I really don’t want to feel uncomfortable during the New Year."

Huai En sheepishly smiled, "Little Prince, the Prince has already instructed the Princess Consort and the elder son."

Xiao Yeyang grunted in response. When it came to mealtime, he brought Daohua with him.

Indeed, due to the matter of the lanterns, Princess Consort Ma was quite angry, but the Duke had sternly warned her today not to provoke any trouble. Thus, when she saw Mr. and Mrs. Xiao Yeyang, she just kept a straight face and didn’t dare say more.

Xiao Yechen glanced at Xiao Yeyang and Daohua, then quickly averted his eyes, masking the dissatisfaction and shame within.

Even during his first year back at the residence, he hadn’t felt as embarrassed as he did this year; although he wasn’t particularly fond of the lanterns, the symbolism behind them mattered greatly to him.

Pingxi Hall and Pingxi Hall had eight each, but he only had two. Wasn’t this plainly telling everyone that even though he was now the legitimate son of the Prince Residence, he was still not as good as Xiao Yeyang?

This made him feel as if all the efforts he had made over the years were a joke!

Xiao Yeyang noticed Xiao Yechen’s discontent but didn’t pay attention to it. After the Prince said they could eat, he busied himself with feeding Daohua.

Tonight, they were to attend the New Year’s Eve banquet at the palace, where, at such a large gathering, one generally couldn’t eat much. They had to fill up at lunch, or else they would definitely be hungry at night.

Everyone was somewhat surprised to see Xiao Yeyang diligently serving Daohua food.

Such a considerate, thorough Xiao Yeyang was something they were seeing for the first time.

Whether as a child or as an adult, every time Xiao Yeyang returned to the residence, things were usually tense and confrontational.

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would have found it hard to imagine that he had such a gentle side.

Ji Consort, Luo Qiong, and Xiao Yuhua watched Daohua eat the food Xiao Yeyang served without a care and occasionally served him something in return, feeling envious.

"Ts~"

Suddenly, a discordant sound rang out at Jingyi’s dining table.

Everyone looked up to see Princess Consort Ma looking at Xiao Yeyang with sarcasm.

Xiao Yeyang knew his opponent well and saw through Ma Family’s intention at a glance. The Buddha Jumps Over the Wall he was about to serve Daohua instantly changed direction and was placed in the Prince’s dish instead.

His action stunned everyone present, even the Prince was a bit slow to react.

Daohua also picked up the serving chopsticks and served the Prince a piece of sea cucumber, "Father, eating more sea cucumber is good for your health. Please have some."

The Prince came back to his senses and nodded with a smile, "Alright, I shall eat." Although he said so, he still ate the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall first.

Seeing this, Princess Consort Ma was so angry she was fuming, and it took her several deep breaths to calm down. She disapprovingly said, "In the presence of everyone, letting one’s husband serve food, what does this look like!"

Daohua didn’t mind Princess Consort Ma’s insinuations and simply smiled, "That’s because you don’t have one."

Don’t have what?

Don’t have a husband who serves her food!

Princess Consort Ma: "..."

Prince: "..."

When Xiao Yechen heard this, he glanced at Luo Qiong but quickly averted his gaze.

He would not be as disgraceful as Xiao Yeyang. Marrying a wife was supposed to serve him, but it turned the other way around for him, as if he was serving his wife now, completely against the proper male virtue, a disgrace to their men.

Afterward, the atmosphere at the dining table became somewhat awkward, except for Daohua and Xiao Yeyang, who were enjoying their food, the others were somewhat distracted.

Daohua’s words to attack Princess Consort Ma were hugely damaging, indiscriminately affecting many.

...

After resting for a while back at Pingxi Hall in the early afternoon, Daohua and Xiao Yeyang began to get ready to enter the palace.

Daohua found a pair of embroidered scent pouches and personally attached them to Xiao Yeyang’s waistband. Just as she was about to attach her own, Xiao Yeyang reached out his hand.

"If you are attaching one for me, naturally, I should do the same for you."

Daohua smiled her consent.

Half an hour later, everyone gathered at the gate of the Prince Residence and rode together to the palace.

Today, Daohua and Xiao Yeyang were both dressed in red, the patterns embroidered on their clothes were of magpies perching on branches, and their waists adorned with red scent pouches embroidered with golden threads representing longevity and more blessings, the golden tassels swaying with their robes, beautiful and auspicious.

The two of them attracted everyone’s attention as soon as they appeared.

Seeing her son and daughter-in-law dressed appropriately but nothing spectacular, Princess Consort Ma felt increasingly upset and looked disapprovingly at Luo Qiong:

"It’s a shame you are the legitimate daughter of the Duke Residence, yet you can’t even dress better than Yan Yiyi, who comes from a humble family background. And you can’t bear a son either. What’s the use of you?"

With that, she flung her sleeves and got on the horse carriage.

Luo Qiong clenched her fists in humiliation, her eyes turning to Xiao Yechen, only to be disappointed again.

"Are you not hurrying to serve your mother?"

With that said, Xiao Yechen walked to the Prince’s side and helped him aboard the foremost carriage.

Luo Qiong held her head high, forcing the tears in her eyes back. She got on the carriage feeling aggrieved but before entering, she saw Xiao Yeyang carefully helping Daohua into the carriage. Any remaining hope she had for Xiao Yechen instantly shattered.