The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 1144 - 967: Divorce by Mutual Agreement

Looking at the boundless fields before her, Daohua took a deep breath.

Daoxiang Village had always been part of her plan ever since she bought it; she was ready to make it into Xiliang’s seed cultivation base.

Daohua handed over the sweet potato seeds to Yan Shouhou, asking him to have the tenant farmers cultivate them, while she led some of the farmers herself to plant the drought-resistant rice.

Drought-resistant rice, also known as upland rice, is tolerant to drought and suitable for dryland farming; this variety was something she bred after arriving in Xiliang.

Xiliang had a shortage of water, with few fields suitable for planting rice, so the staple food for the locals was mainly wheat. Some people in Xiliang could hardly taste rice in their lifetime.

If drought-resistant rice could be widely promoted, it would alleviate the difficulty of the locals in obtaining rice.

As Daohua was leading people to plant the drought-resistant rice, Daozi had already started to play with the children of the tenant farmers.

Daozi was about to turn three and enjoyed playing with children his own age.

In the Prince Residence, there were only two children including Daozi and the wet nurse’s daughter, Qiao. When Daozi went outside and saw so many kids about his age, he was thrilled.

"Mother!"

In the late afternoon, Daozi led a group of children to the field to find Daohua, showing her his new gifts: "Mother, look at the gifts they gave me."

Daohua looked at the fluffy yellow ducklings following her son and smiled. She walked over and asked, "They gave you gifts, but have you given them something in return?"

Daozi paused for a moment, tilted his head to look at Daohua, then turned and ran towards the manor. After a few steps, he turned back and called the other children to follow, reminding them to bring his ducklings.

Daozi led the group of kids rushing over, and then they hurried away again.

Watching her son’s radiant smile, Daohua shook her head with a smile and turned back to continue watching the tenant farmers planting drought-resistant rice.

Meanwhile, Daozi found Guyu in the manor with a group of children: "I want pastries." He then pointed to the children who followed, "As gifts for them."

Guyu also saw the ducklings and smiled, "They gave Little Prince ducklings, and now the Little Prince wants to give them pastries in return?"

Daozi nodded vigorously with a smile.

Guyu chuckled, "Little Prince, please wait a moment, this servant will go fetch them for you."

Soon after, Guyu led two maid servants with several plates of pastries to Daozi. They placed them directly in front of him without interfering in how he planned to distribute them.

Daozi handed out one pastry to each child, and after giving out one round, he noticed there were some left. He continued for a second round until all the pastries that Guyu had brought were distributed completely before he stopped.

"Eat, it’s very tasty."

Daozi had set aside one piece for himself. After playing all day, he was tired, and while eating, he also told Guyu, "I want milk."

Guyu laughed and complied, instructed someone to boil a pot of cow’s milk, and didn’t forget to ask, "Should the milk be shared with them?"

Daozi looked at his newly made friends and generously said, "Give, one bowl each."

When Daohua returned from outside, she found Daozi sitting with his little friends, all in a row drinking cow’s milk.

"Mother!"

Daohua squatted down and wiped her son’s mouth that was smeared with milk: "Are you having fun?"

Daozi grinned and said, "Happy, I want to play again tomorrow."

Daohua stayed with her son for two days in Daoxiang Village, and once the drought-resistant rice and sweet potatoes were all planted, she took a reluctant Daozi back to the Prince Residence.

On the way back, Daozi nestled in his mother’s arms, glancing back at Daoxiang Village with longing: "Mother, I want to come play again next time."

Daohua knew her son had been wildly enjoying himself the past few days, and she kissed her son’s cheek: "Alright, I’ll bring you again next year."

Having received his mother’s agreement, Daozi’s eyes immediately curved into a smile.

After a while, Daozi suddenly sat up straight: "My ducks, my ducks."

Daohua hugged her son who wanted to go down: "Your ducks, someone is bringing them for you, sit tight."

Upon hearing this, Daozi exaggeratedly let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Daohua said displeased: "Where did you learn this act?"

Daozi ignored Daohua and just said: "I’m going to raise the ducks until they lay eggs. I’ll have eggs for mom to eat, for dad to eat, and also for our ancestors, grandmother, and Grandpa Chu."

Daohua smiled as she watched her son count on his fingers: "Daozi is really impressive, mom will wait to eat your duck eggs."

Daozi puffed out his little chest and declared confidently: "Okay."

After returning to the Prince Residence, Daozi no longer played with other toys. Every day, he would take his little ducks for walks everywhere, and the sound of ducks quacking could be heard all over the place.

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In the blink of an eye, it was May. Just as Daohua had ordered the Dragon Boat Festival gifts to be sent to each family, Han Xinran came to visit.

"Big sister, why have you come?"

Daohua looked at Han Xinran in surprise.

Han Xinran had a somewhat troubled expression. Usually, she would send a card in advance when visiting the Prince Residence. Although she was close sisters with the husband, now that her big sister was the Princess Consort, she couldn’t be too presumptuous.

But the letter she received yesterday contained news that made her too anxious to wait, and she was eager to talk to her big sister about it.

"Big sister, last month our fourth sister returned alone from her husband’s place of official service and is now causing a fuss, demanding a divorce from him."

Han Xinran dropped a bombshell.

Daohua was stunned for several seconds before regaining her composure: "Yan Yile wants a divorce?! Why? She was clamoring to marry Feng Shuo back then, it’s only been a few years, and now she doesn’t like him anymore?"

Han Xinran sighed: "Big sister, you came to Xiliang soon after our fourth sister got married, so you might not be aware of her married life."

"After marrying into the Feng Family, she didn’t actually have an easy life. Madam Feng didn’t like her and set all sorts of rules for her, and Feng Shuo wasn’t faithful either. Not long after the marriage, he took in a favored concubine and showered her with affection."

"You know the kind of person our fourth sister is, extremely prideful and unwilling to take this lying down. I often heard from my second sister-in-law that our fourth sister would frequently quarrel with Feng Shuo."

"Because of this, my second sister-in-law, my second sister, and I all advised her to not be so defiant with Feng Shuo, to humble herself when needed, but she wouldn’t listen at all."

"Consequently, it only benefited that favored concubine."

Daohua listened in silence and offered no comment.

Yan Yile’s current situation was anticipated before her marriage, unfortunately, everyone had advised her then that the Feng Family was not a good match, yet she insisted on marrying into that family.

It all comes down to Yan Yile being too arrogant, believing she could handle the Feng Family’s expectations.

But marrying up is not so easy, is it?

It’s not that it can’t be done, but one either needs the capability to firmly capture a man’s heart, or one’s natal family must be powerful enough to deter any ill intentions from the in-laws.

Clearly, Yan Yile did not have either of these advantages.

Seeing that Daohua was silent, Han Xinran felt unsure.

According to the situation, the Yan Family had long been divided, and the situation of Yan Yile, from the second branch, getting a divorce didn’t need to overly concern her. However, the issue was that when Yan Yile and Feng Shuo had their marriage arranged, there was the intervention of Han Xinran’s distinguished older sister, and moreover, the Feng and Han families were interrelated through marriage.

She was genuinely worried that her in-laws might blame her for Yan Yile’s divorce.

Daohua, of course, was unaware of Han Xinran’s thoughts. Mainly because she hadn’t yet considered that aspect, and even if she had, she wouldn’t have said anything.

Regardless, all the choices back then were made by Yan Yile herself; no one else can be blamed.

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