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The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!

(1v1, pure and sweet) Xiliang's Prince Residence. With a tiger-like energy and at just 5 years old, Little Prince Xiao Moxi saw his mother dash off to the fields again, and his steamed bun-like face scrunched up in frustration. Looking grievously at his father beside him, he complained with an air of worldly wisdom, "Father, how did you fall for my mother, who likes to run off all the time?" Xiao Yeyang gave his precociously mature son a sidelong glance, then pretended to ponder the question. Indeed, why had he fallen for that woman? After a long silence... "Who knows? Maybe I got my head caught in a door!" Sharing a look of mutual commiseration, father and son let out a helpless sigh in unison. What do you do when you're stuck with a woman who's never at home? There's only one thing to do with your own Princess Consort (mother)—spoil her, of course! … Transported to ancient times with a space filled with rice flowers, all she wanted was to quietly live out her life in the fields. Unexpectedly, with a father who was a county magistrate, she was forced to leave the countryside for the city! Life in the city was bustling with activities, and in order to have a say at home, she bought estates, grew flowers and medicinal herbs, and developed high-yield, high-quality grain varieties. Remarkably, she helped her father, who had been a county magistrate for nine years, to rise step by step, bringing the lowborn Yan Family into Beijing's elite circles! This is a story of a noble daughter from a humble family aiding her clan to thrive and prosper, and a sweet love story of mutual success and growing together! Male lead: In front of others, he is the prideful Little Prince, the domineering Prince of Xiliang. In front of the female lead, he is a soft and tender-hearted man. Female lead: Clearheaded in all matters, warm-hearted and self-reliant!

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Chapter 142: Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously_1

Translator: 549690339

Daohua Pavilion.

Daohua sat in front of the window, carefully pruning a pot of Hong Mei with scissors.

Behind her, Wang Manman watched, wanting to speak yet stopping herself. She endured and endured but at last could not hold back, "Miss, the Little Prince should have already arrived at the old lady's courtyard by now, don't you want to go and see him?"

Daohua's hands did not stop moving, "What's there to see? With so many people over there, is there a fear of neglecting him?"

Wang Manman was taken aback and hesitated before asking unsurely, "Miss, are you angry with the Little Prince?"

Daohua turned to look at her, "Do you think I shouldn't be angry with him?" When he left in front of so many people, raging with anger, anybody would think she had offended him.

He simply walked away, leaving her alone to face the mockery and verbal abuse of others.

If Xiao Yeyang had ever considered her a friend, he wouldn't have done this.