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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 285, Tender Feelings_1

"Xiao Yeyang, wait up!"

Xiao Yeyang was striding ahead, with Daohua trailing behind. Under normal circumstances, she should have been able to catch up with him at this pace, but because of the fight they just had, she was feeling unwell. In her haste, she stepped on a stone and lost her balance, tumbling to the ground.

"Ouch!"

Hearing the cry of pain behind him, Xiao Yeyang paused, turned around with an impatient look, and saw Daohua lying on the ground. His expression changed to one of urgency, and he walked over quickly, grabbing Daohua's arm and hoisting her up.

"With those soft hands and weak feet of yours, you're still trying to fight others..."

Seeing Daohua blowing on her palms while glaring at him with a grumbling look, Xiao Yeyang found it hard to continue his scolding. At last, with a helpless sigh, he took her hands in his: "Show me, where did you hurt yourself when you fell?"