The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 865 - 753, Unfair Treatment

Prince An Jing thought of how the Yan Family had no foundation in Beijing and how his future daughter-in-law knew so little about his and the Guo Family’s past. In this regard, it seemed unfair to be too harsh on her, which immediately dissipated much of the anger in his heart.

However, it was still wrong for her to accept the gifts given by the Guo Family.

"Your father-in-law called you over, and I reckon he indeed had something important. Xiaoyi, I, being a person who has been through these things myself, believe that as a daughter-in-law, one should be more careful about taboos. For instance, I do not like daughters-in-law who casually accept gifts from others outside."

Upon hearing this, Daohua immediately understood. It must have been that Xiao Yeyang’s mother had given her a hairpin, and Princess Consort Ma got wind of it. After thinking it over, her face showed sympathy: "Hearing you remind me like this, I realize I indeed did something displeasing."

Hearing this, Prince An Jing showed satisfaction. He was about to say, "To know your wrongs and be able to amend them is most commendable," when he heard Daohua say with difficulty, "But if I don’t do it, my conscience will suffer!"

Prince An Jing was speechless: "It’s just about not accepting things, what’s there for your conscience to suffer over?"

Daohua sighed, "I couldn’t bear to refuse a mother whose son was being capped. It’s already a great regret that she couldn’t witness the ceremony herself. If she couldn’t even place the hairpin she made personally on her son’s head, that would be too pitiful."

Prince An Jing frowned and remained silent.

Daohua looked at Prince An Jing as if seeking confirmation: "Ninth Lord, tell me, how can I refuse a mother’s loving heart?"

Prince An Jing moved his lips, but ultimately swallowed back his words, his face stern and unhappy.

Seeing Prince An Jing’s reaction, Daohua tentatively said, "Ninth Lord, do you think my father-in-law, knowing this matter, wouldn’t blame me, right? I heard that he is quite magnanimous."

Watching the cautious Daohua, Prince An Jing said irritably, "How... How would the old master know!"

Though he was indeed magnanimous, there should still be limits to everything. The Guo Family, having resolutely chosen to divorce back then, hadn’t left him any dignity. Why should he now consider her feelings?

Daohua’s face fell: "Ninth Lord, many people are waiting to laugh at me," she said, glancing around.

Prince An Jing followed Daohua’s gaze and saw that both men and women were staring in their direction, which immediately displeased him.

What were these people doing? Watching the joke of Prince An Jing’s Residence?

Daohua continued, "My father-in-law’s step-wife doesn’t like me and might have spoken ill of me to my father-in-law. He might think I’m an objectionable person."

"To add fuel to the fire with the hairpin matter, I can foresee how angry my father-in-law would get and how he would make things difficult for me."

Prince An Jing looked queer. If not for knowing this girl on previous occasions, he might indeed have scolded her publically.

Glancing at the guests focusing on them, Prince An Jing felt somewhat annoyed.

Clearly, the Princess Consort intended to make him angry at his future daughter-in-law by having the butler nanny tell him that the Guo Family had given her a hairpin.

Daohua kept staring at Prince An Jing, seeing his changing expressions, and after thinking, she said, "Ninth Lord, since we’ve shared hardships, that makes us friends. To be honest with you, I actually don’t want to marry into my future husband’s family at all."

Upon hearing this, Prince An Jing suddenly widened his eyes, his voice rising several notches, "Why?!" How could it be that the grand Qing King’s Residence isn’t good enough for her?

People in the distance, seeing Prince An Jing’s demeanor, thought he was angry, and looked even more eagerly towards the pavilion.

Daohua shook her head and sighed, "Although my future husband’s family has a notable background, the family is too complicated. Once I’m married into it, it will definitely not be easy for me."

Saying this, she walked straight to a chair, sat down, and seeing there was tea on the table, she took the initiative to pour two cups, handing one to Prince An Jing.

Seeing this, Prince An Jing also sat down, puffing, "You might as well explain, how will your days be difficult?" The Yan Family being able to marry into Prince An Jing’s Residence is them reaching beyond their grasp, don’t you understand?

The two conversed as they sat opposite each other, causing all who were watching them to feel puzzled and confused.

"Weren’t you just angry? How come you are sitting together drinking tea now?"

Daohua sipped her tea, moistened her throat, and then said with furrowed brows, "My father-in-law does not like my fiancé; he doesn’t care about him at all."

Prince An Jing blurted out as if to deny it, but the words reached his lips and then he swallowed them back down, only saying dryly, "How could that be? What father under heaven doesn’t care about his own son? You’re overthinking it."

Daohua looked doubtful, "Really? But if my father-in-law truly cared about my fiancé, why did he let him live at his uncle’s house from a young age? And when he was bullied, he didn’t ask or care."

"My fiancé has never been disciplined by my father-in-law from childhood to adulthood."

"Moreover, when my fiancé was almost becoming an adult, he actually promoted his concubine to official wife, giving my fiancé another legitimate brother."

Speaking of this, Daohua shook her head and sighed, "Ninth Lord, you don’t know under what circumstances I first met my fiancé."

"I still clearly remember to this day, my fiancé and those children kidnapped by human traffickers huddled together in the carriage. If I hadn’t intervened to rescue him, my fiancé might have..."

"If my father-in-law had actually cared about my fiancé, given the status of my mother-in-law’s family, how could my fiancé possibly have been kidnapped by human traffickers and even lived as a beggar with me for a while?"

"..."

Listening to Daohua’s incessant talk about the difficulties Xiao Yeyang faced in Zhongzhou and his fights in the Northern Frontier, a surge of guilt uncontrollably welled up in Prince An Jing’s heart.

Before this, he had always felt that it was Xiao Yeyang who had defied him. Since the divorce from the Guo Family, this child had treated him with contempt, looking at him as if he were an enemy every time.

Gradually, he no longer wanted to see him.

As Daohua spoke, she kept an eye on Prince An Jing’s expression. She didn’t bring up the Ma Family mother and son, only talking about the grievances Xiao Yeyang had suffered from Prince An Jing over the years.

Prince An Jing sullenly drank a cup of tea and snorted, "Naturally, you would side with your fiancé. I don’t believe that this son has done no wrong?"

Daohua showed her displeasure, "What wrong has he done? When his parents divorced, he was just four or five years old. How could my father-in-law vent his anger on him?"

Prince An Jing lost his cool, angrily retorting, "It was he who first put on a sullen face and didn’t show me any respect. Moreover, he spoke harshly to his stepmother and half-brother. Under such circumstances, shouldn’t I have disciplined him?"

Daohua scoffed coldly, "Your concubine and illegitimate son drove his mother away. Shouldn’t he be angry? You only show favoritism toward your concubine and illegitimate son, but have you ever thought about his young and fragile mind?"

Prince An Jing stood up furiously, pointing at Daohua, "Where have I shown favoritism? Have I ever denied him food or drink? He is the legitimate son of Prince An Jing’s Residence, and he has the best of everything in the entire estate."

Daohua also stood up, "When his mother left, that was when he was most panicked and helpless, needing his father’s care and company. But what were you doing? You were indulged with your concubine and illegitimate son, leaving him completely abandoned."

Prince An Jing’s chest heaved with anger, "You’re talking nonsense. When did I ever abandon him?"

Daohua countered, "When he moved into the Imperial Palace; when he was bullied and you did not stand up for him; when he was accused and you joined in blaming him; when he was kidnapped by traffickers and you did not leave Beijing to rescue him!"

Prince An Jing, unable to refute, could only point at Daohua, "You..."

People watching from a distance saw the two finally start arguing and felt a strange excitement.

In the pavilion, Daohua and Prince An Jing glared at each other angrily, their sudden silence making both sharply aware they might have said too much.

Daohua threw her head back and silently shifted her gaze away.

Prince An Jing also awkwardly sat back down and sullenly drank his tea.