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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 198: Strangled in the Cradle_1

On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, the Prefectural Governor's Office was closed, and Yan Zhigao received an invitation from the Zhou Family's patriarch to climb Wuhua Mountain and admire the chrysanthemums, which was the perfect opportunity to take Daohua and Zhou Jingwan along.

Early in the morning, Madam Li started preparing.

She knew that scholars liked to recite poetry while enjoying a drink during outings, and her daughter's homemade chrysanthemum wine was perfect for a day like today.

It tasted good, wasn't too strong, and was in keeping with the season.

Once she had everything ready and returned to the main room, she saw Yan Wenbin and Yan Yishuang standing there with bowed heads, while the master had a headache.

Seeing this, a flash of understanding crossed Madam Li's eyes, and she walked in with a smile.

"Paying respects to mother!"

On seeing Madam Li come in, Yan Wenbin quickly pulled Yan Yishuang to give their salutations.