The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 872 - 759, Xiliao Delegation Enters the Capital

Prince Ping regarded the eastern territory of the Prince Residence for Xiao Yeyang to build a new house, which caused quite a stir within the residence.

Chen Courtyard, located on the western side of the Prince Residence and closest to the main courtyard Pingxi Hall, had been assigned to Xiao Yechen upon his marriage. It was refurbished and specifically prepared as a new dwelling.

"Don’t mind how much our father has doted on mother and my husband over the years; in comparison to his first wife and legitimate son, they still fall short."

In the main room, Luo Qiong was speaking with a maid who had accompanied her as part of her dowry.

Compared to the other courtyards in the residence, Chen Courtyard—with its size, location, and grandeur—was undoubtedly the best. When Luo Qiong had first married in, she saw that Chen Courtyard was only slightly inferior to Pingxi Hall and truly believed that the position of Princely Heir of the Prince Residence would be her husband’s.

But now...

Hearing the bustling construction sounds from the eastern side of the Prince Residence, a look of derision crossed Luo Qiong’s face.

Perhaps the father did dote on the mother and her husband, but he probably never considered appointing her husband as the Princely Heir.

Historically, the east has been esteemed. From the location selected for her husband and Xiao Yeyang’s marriage residences, it was clear that no matter how strained the relationship between Xiao Yeyang and the father was, the father’s preference lay with him.

The maid felt sorry for her mistress. The reason the Duke had agreed to her master’s proposal was that he thought of the Prince’s affectionate treatment of her master and believed the future title of the Prince Residence would fall upon her master’s head.

But now, the Prince obviously valued Little Prince more. The eastern courtyard had just begun reconstruction, and the Prince had already dispatched someone to make a name plaque. It was said that Little Prince’s new residence was to be called Pingxi Hall.

The Prince’s regular court was called Pingxi Hall, whereas the Little Prince’s would be Pingxi Hall; was this not telling everyone that the position of Princely Heir of the Prince Residence was destined for the Little Prince?

If her master could not inherit the title of the Prince Residence, then her marrying into this family would have been in vain.

At that moment, a maid hurried in, "Ma’am, the Princess Consort has a headache again. Someone has just been dispatched to summon the Imperial Physician."

Luo Qiong scoffed. This mother-in-law of hers could only resort to such undignified tactics.

In the battle for the title of the Prince Residence, she was still naïvely thinking that her acts of feigned weakness and pretense of sorrow could continue to be effective!

Luo Qiong asked indifferently, "Where has my husband gone?"

The maid shook her head, "The eldest son went to the Third Prince’s Residence early this morning." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Luo Qiong sighed, fell silent for a long moment, and then spoke somberly, "Father, you’ve really misjudged, with such an incapable man, all else is pointless."

If either her husband or mother-in-law were competent, she might have found the will to fight, but with fools on all sides, what use was there in fighting alone?

Mother-in-law, a Princess Consort no less, spends her days using concubine tactics to gain the Prince’s attention, completely oblivious to the duties of a primary wife.

And her husband—instead of seeking favor from the Emperor for appointments, he socializes with officials of little value.

Building connections is important, but the prerequisite is having significant abilities to maintain these networks. In Beijing, everyone is practical. If there are no benefits to be gained from someone, they won’t just fail to make friends—they’d be lucky not to be bitten back.

She had told her husband this many times, but he persisted in his stubborn beliefs.

One’s background and insights truly determine their scope in life!

Luo Qiong sighed silently, gathered herself, and still went to visit the Princess Consort. With her mother-in-law ill, it was her duty as a daughter-in-law to attend to her sickness.

Regardless of how the Princess Consort feigned illness, how Xiao Yechen was discontented, and how the people of the Prince Residence were agitated, Pingxi Hall was being perfected, little by little.

Days slipped by, and Xiao Yeyang, aside from attending to his official duties each day, also personally inquired about the renovation progress of his new residence. Amidst this busyness, news of the imminent arrival of the Xiliao Delegation had also spread throughout Beijing.

Jinling Guard Office.

After leaving the government office, Xiao Yeyang arranged to meet with Yan Wentao and Yan Wenkai.

"The Xiliao Delegation’s coming to Beijing is under the guise of celebrating the Empress Dowager’s birthday. The person appointed to receive the Xiliao Delegation has been decided, it’s Jiang Jinghui of the Jiang Family."

Yan Wentao said, "Hasn’t it been less than a month since he was dismissed from his post?"

Xiao Yeyang sneered, "Jiang Jinghui is the legitimate eldest grandson of the Jiang Family. Neither the Empress Dowager nor Duke Cheng’en will allow him to fall from grace. For Jiang Jinghui’s sake, the Empress Dowager personally visited the Council Hall yesterday to see the Emperor, going so far as to sacrifice her own dignity."

Yan Wenkai curled his lip, "Having powerful connections sure makes a difference. To spoil the tribute yet get off so lightly."

Xiao Yeyang looked at them both, "After the Xiliao Delegation arrives in Beijing, keep an eye on their movements. The Xiliao people’s intentions this time should not be underestimated."

Yan Wentao and Yan Wenkai both nodded solemnly.

On the twenty-fifth of June, led by Jiang Jinghui, the Xiliao Delegation entered Beijing.

The Xiliao Delegation’s arrival was an exceptionally grand spectacle, with the citizens of Beijing clamoring to watch. Daohua had reserved a private room on the second floor of a building along the Delegation’s route early on, and she, along with Han Xinran and Yan Yihuan, waited there early in the morning to catch sight of the Xiliao people.

This time, a Prince, a Prince, and a Princess from the Xiliao Imperial Family had come, and all three entered the city on horseback.

"That Xiliao Prince and Princess aren’t too bad-looking!"

"However, that Xiliao Princess holds her chin so high—doesn’t her neck get sore?"

"A minor foreign Princess arrives in the capital of Daxia and acts so lofty— who does she think she is?"

Mocking voices carried over from next door. Daohua turned to see it was Wu Xirong and Kang Naixin speaking.

Wu Xirong, whose father was the Commander of the Five Armies, had often heard about Xiliao incursions at the border since she was a child and had not an ounce of fondness for the Xiliao people.

Daohua went over to greet them, then they all shared a cup of tea. Once the street had cleared, they each returned to their respective residences.

...

Imperial Palace.

The Emperor received the Xiliao Delegation in Taihe Hall and hosted a palace banquet that evening as a welcome and to wash away their travel fatigue.

During the banquet, seeing Jiang Jinghui mixing so well with the Xiliao Imperial Family and officials, the Emperor grew concerned. Worried that the Jiang Family might be colluding with the Xiliao Imperial Family, he assigned Xiao Yeyang to also take part in hosting the Xiliao Delegation.

The next day, the second Prince and the Crown Prince from Xiliao, along with the seventh Princess, couldn’t wait to see the bustling, lively scenes of Beijing.

"Yeyang, the second Prince and the Crown Prince from Xiliao want to see our horse racing grounds. I will accompany them. As for the seventh Princess, I’ll trouble you to take care of her!" said Jiang Jinghui to Xiao Yeyang with a smile.

Xiao Yeyang looked indifferently at him, "A mere foreign Princess, there’s no need for me to accompany her personally. Just assign a few people to follow her." He said, and before Jiang Jinghui could retort, added, "I will go to the horse racing grounds with you."

Hearing this, the smile on Jiang Jinghui’s face grew strained, "Yeyang, do you not trust me?"

Xiao Yeyang, with a hint of humor, looked at Jiang Jinghui, "Why would you think that? I am simply intent on properly fulfilling the tasks entrusted to me by my Imperial Uncle." He feigned innocence, "What reason do I have to distrust you?"

Jiang Jinghui fell silent, "Then let’s go together."