The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 913 - 785, As Ambitious as the Sky

Prince Xiao Yeyang ultimately failed to persuade the Emperor to revoke the decree, so despite Xiao Yeyang and the Princess Consort’s reluctance, that very afternoon, Xiao Yeyang went dejectedly to report to Yuanma Garden in the Beijing Suburbs.

This news quickly spread throughout the noble households in Beijing, and everyone’s reaction was surprisingly unanimous—they all believed that the Emperor was extremely displeased with his nephew Xiao Yeyang; otherwise, he would not have assigned him such a vexing task.

The Crown Prince and the second, third, and fifth Princes, who had visited Tangyu Mountain the day before, also agreed that this was Xiao Yeyang’s way of taking revenge on Xiao Yeyang.

"Xiao Yeyang’s move is truly despicable, sending Xiao Yeyang to look after horses. It’s astonishing he could come up with such an idea."

"I heard the smell at Yuanma Garden is absolutely overwhelming. Won’t Xiao Yeyang come back reeking of horse?"

"If that’s the case, I certainly won’t dare to share a meal with him at the same table."

The Duke of Wei’s brow never unfurrowed upon hearing the news; it was he who had fervently facilitated the marriage between his legitimate daughter and Xiao Yeyang, valuing the significant chance that Xiao Yeyang might inherit the Prince’s title.

But now, he suddenly realized he might have been wrong.

Perhaps Prince Xiao Yeyang did not regard this son as highly as he had imagined; otherwise, he would never have let Xiao Yeyang go to Yuanma Garden.

For the Prince’s legitimate son to look after horses was a laughingstock of a matter to outsiders. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

And there was the attitude of the Emperor.

The Emperor truly left Xiao Yeyang no dignity.

The Prince’s title might fall under the will of Prince Xiao Yeyang, but if the Emperor refused, there was nothing Prince Xiao Yeyang could do.

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Yan Residence.

As September arrived, the Yan Residence began to brighten up with festive decor; each courtyard was adorned with red silk, exuding joy everywhere.

On the sixth day of September, Wentao’s grand wedding was to take place.

On the fifth day, Zhou Jingwan’s dowry was carried into the Yan Family.

Daohua returned to the Yan Residence on the first of September and was summoned by Madam Li to help out. Upon hearing that the bride’s dowry had arrived, she immediately dropped what she was doing and ran to the courtyard of the third household to join the crowd.

Observing the yard full of dowry items, Yan Yile couldn’t help but ask, "Wasn’t it said that the Zhou Family has declined? How come Zhou Jingwan’s dowry is still so substantial?"

Yan Yihuan replied, "The second master of the Zhou Family was demoted and transferred away from Beijing, but the Zhou Family wasn’t raided; naturally, their wealth remains."

Yan Yile curled her lip, "My eldest sister-in-law’s dowry had eighty-one litters, Zhou Jingwan’s dowry also has eighty-one platforms, and my fourth sister-in-law’s dowry will certainly be similar. But our second sister-in-law only had sixty-four litters, and she’s been directly outshone."

Upon hearing this, Yan Yihuan immediately glared at Yan Yile, glanced around, and whispered, "Keep your peace. My eldest sister-in-law is from the Earl Residence, and both the Zhou and Su Families are long-established aristocratic families. How can the Zhu Family compare?"

"Moreover, our second sister-in-law’s dowry is ample; those thousands of volumes of books alone are incomparable to other items. Don’t ever say such things again. Our second sister-in-law has been nothing but good to us. It might be acceptable for others to make comparisons, but not for you and me."

Yan Yile, always appreciative of Zhu Qiyun’s favor towards her, quickly admitted her fault, "All right, second sister, I won’t do it anymore. I was just speaking off the cuff just now."

Yan Yihuan’s mood softened, "You’d better learn to guard your words; otherwise, you’ll suffer the consequences. Not everyone will be as endlessly tolerant as your family."

Yan Yile disliked such lectures and responded indifferently, "I got it, I got it." Quickly changing the topic, she asked, "Second sister, how much dowry do you think we’ll have when we get married?"

Yan Yihuan paused for a moment, "What do you think our second branch has in terms of wealth?"

Yan Yile replied, "Isn’t there still Uncle and Aunt?"

Yan Yihuan frowned again, "Uncle and Aunt will only contribute to our trousseau; the bulk of the dowry will certainly come from our second branch. Don’t expect too much."

Yan Yile pouted dissatisfiedly and after a thought said, "In a little over two months, our eldest sister will be married. Being daughters of the Yan Family, surely we won’t have much less than her?"

Upon hearing Yan Yile speak thus, Yan Yihuan wanted to chide her again. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Daohua laughing as she approached with the eldest and second sisters-in-law.

"Stop talking!"

Yan Yihuan tugged at Yan Yile, then led her toward Daohua and the others.

Yan Wenjie and Zhu Qiyun arrived in Beijing at the end of August, partly to inspect the potential suitor for Yan Yihuan, selected by Yan Zhigao and his wife, and partly to attend the weddings of Wentao and Wenkai.