The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 1185 - 1008: A Slap

Xiao Yeyang had no particular interests or hobbies, and the only thing he enjoyed doing in his spare time was painting. Suddenly seeing a well-painted piece truly captured his attention.

Looking at the painting of the blooming plum blossoms against the snowy landscape, Xiao Yeyang nodded in approval. However, he felt that the painting was not without flaws; there were too many blank spaces, and perhaps adding one or two figures would make it better.

At this moment, Xiao Yeyang thought of Daohua. It seemed he had yet to paint a snowy landscape for Yiyi. Mm, he should find an opportunity to paint one.

Hong Mei, white snow, a beautiful woman—it would surely be a captivating sight.

Just then, a rapid sequence of footsteps echoed from a nearby corridor.

"Miss, it’s all my fault for forgetting to bring back the painting."

"It’s alright, we’ll go and retrieve the painting right away."

The melodious and gentle voice of a girl reached Xiao Yeyang’s ears, and soon after, a graceful young lady wearing a red cloak entered his field of vision, accompanied by two maids.

Upon seeing someone in the garden, the young lady’s face instantly showed a look of surprise, but she quickly regained her composure and swiftly walked towards Xiao Yeyang.

"This humble girl An Xin pays her respects to the Prince."

With a swaying figure, she bowed softly and gracefully.

Xiao Yeyang looked at An Xin: "You know me?"

An Xin nodded, her expression a bit tense. Lowering her gaze slightly, she replied with a hint of shyness, "An Xin has had the fortune to see the Prince on a few occasions." She paused for a moment, "The Prince might not be aware because I always looked at the Prince from a distance."

Xiao Yeyang uttered a sound of acknowledgement and, without saying much more, started to walk away.

An Xin saw Xiao Yeyang leaving, her heart somewhat anxious, yet she also knew that going out of one’s way to court favor with someone like the Prince of Weiyuan would not attract his interest.

It was only after Xiao Yeyang had taken a few steps that she instructed her maids to pack up the painting board.

Xiao Yeyang, hearing that the painting was done by An Xin, did not stop but soon left the garden.

Upon seeing this, An Xin felt a twinge of disappointment.

The maid beside her comforted her: "Miss, don’t rush. At least you’ve managed to speak with the Prince of Weiyuan this time."

An Xin managed a faint smile, but it was far from enough.

The Prince of Weiyuan did not show the interest in her that she had hoped for; he had merely exchanged a few polite words.

She was well aware that the Prince of Weiyuan would not often visit the An Residence, so her chances to see him would be scarce; thus, she had to seize every opportunity firmly.

"Let’s go to grandmother’s place. Just now, my uncle said that the Prince will bring the Fourth Prince and Little Prince to pay her a visit."

...

Xiao Yeyang found Daozi, Xiao Moreng, and Xiao Moqing in the stables.

Indeed, Daozi was already mounted on a pony’s back.

Fortunately, the An Residence’s servants knew how to properly handle the situation, leading the pony around the riding ground with Daozi seated on it, walking at a gentle pace.

"Dad!"

Daozi, upon seeing Xiao Yeyang, immediately waved his hand excitedly, and then had the groom help him down from the pony.

"Dad, are you here to pick me up?"

Daozi trotted up to Xiao Yeyang and hugged his thigh.

Xiao Yeyang gave his son a sideways glance: "You really are full of energy. After a day’s worth of lessons, you still have the spirit to ride a horse!"

Daozi shook Xiao Yeyang’s hand: "I just came to see the pony, that’s all. I didn’t ride it; I just sat and walked a bit on its back."

Xiao Yeyang: "You’re still young. In a couple of years, Dad will teach you how to ride. Once you’ve learned, the family will no longer limit your riding. But for now, you must not ride recklessly. Understood?"

Daozi nodded vigorously: "I understand, I understand. I won’t make you worry."

Xiao Yeyang hummed and, holding the little one’s hand, together with Xiao Moreng and Xiao Moqing, headed to Old Madam An’s courtyard.

"After meeting Madam An, we shall return to the residence."

...

As soon as Xiao Yeyang entered Madam An’s room, he saw An Xin standing next to her with a smile, holding a painting and softly whispering something.

That painting was unmistakably the one he had seen in the garden just earlier.

Upon seeing Xiao Yeyang approaching, Madam An quickly rose to her feet: "This old woman pays her respects to the Prince."

Xiao Yeyang waved it off lightly: "There’s no need for such formality, Madam An. Is your foot alright now?"

Madam An smiled and shook her head: "It’s fine, just a little sprain, thank you for your concern, Prince."

Xiao Yeyang nodded, and just as he was about to announce his departure, Lord An, standing beside him, spoke up with a laugh: "Prince, just now my niece was boasting to us about how you admired her painting in the garden."

Hearing this, An Xin immediately lowered her head in embarrassment: "Uncle, I didn’t..."

But Lord An ’ha ha’ laughed heartily, and looking at Xiao Yeyang, he said: "Prince, my niece’s painting skills are renowned among the ladies of Beijing. I’ve heard that you, Prince, are also a master of painting. As fate would have it, why not offer some critique on my niece’s painting?"

With that said, he directly motioned for An Xin to bring the painting to Xiao Yeyang.

If the encounter with An Xin in the garden had been a mere coincidence, Xiao Yeyang wouldn’t have thought much of it, but now, seeing the An family’s hard sell and An Xin’s shy and timid demeanor, what was there for him not to understand?

Suddenly, a surge of intense anger welled up inside Xiao Yeyang.

If the An Family were merely scheming against him, he wouldn’t be too angry, but they should not exploit Daozi!

Xiao Moreng, the fourth Prince, also had several concubines; he grew up watching them vie for attention. It was clear as day to him what the An family was planning.

The way Miss An looked at the Prince was exactly the same as the way the concubines in the residence looked at the King: hesitant to speak, affected, and pretentious.

Looking at Daozi, who was oblivious and happily sharing pastries with his youngest brother, Xiao Moreng sighed.

The little cousin brother was still too naïve, not knowing when he’s being sold out!

It seemed he would have to take extra care to look after him in the future.

Xiao Yeyang didn’t even glance at the painting, and with a wave of his hand, he had An Xin take it away: "These past years I’ve painted for the pleasure of seeing my wife and children in the artwork, not for the refinement of technique. I will refrain from giving any critique."

Having said that, he paused.

"Furthermore, Miss An is the sheltered daughter of a noble family, how could her paintings be casually critiqued by an unrelated man? She’s not a woman of pleasure; such actions would not bode well for her reputation or that of the An family."

With those words, An Xin’s face turned white.

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Madam An and Lord An were also stunned.

The three members of the An family felt a sense of humiliation as if they had been slapped, silently lamenting that indeed, ’birds of a feather flock together’; just as the Princess Consort would not give face to her mother-in-law, Prince Wei Yuan was also bold in his speech.

Not only did he point out that their niece lacked self-respect, but he also bluntly said that the An family had failed in their upbringing.

Xiao Yeyang stood up: "The day grows late. I will take the children and return to the residence now. I bid you farewell." With that, he took Daozi by the hand and, along with Xiao Moreng, left.

Madam An and Lord An hadn’t expected Xiao Yeyang to leave so abruptly, without giving them a chance to ask him to stay.

Watching Xiao Yeyang exit the room with Daozi and Xiao Moreng, Madam An swiftly pulled at Lord An’s sleeve, prompting him to hurry after them to see them off.

Seeing Madam An’s face darken and An Xin biting her lip, looking deeply struck, Madam An didn’t want to say a word and took Xiao Moqing out with her.

She truly did not understand what her mother-in-law and father-in-law were thinking, foolishly using Prince Wei Yuan’s son to get close to him!

It’s not as if Prince Wei Yuan was a man of lust, and even if he were, using his son to approach him, no matter how beautiful the person, he would likely only feel disgusted.

This was sheer stupidity!

Madam An looked back at An Xin, who seemed on the verge of collapse, and felt a sneer inside her heart. Yet another person with aspirations higher than the sky but a fate thinner than paper. What made her think Prince Wei Yuan would look at her with any special regard?

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