The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Chapter 89, Meeting Againl

In June, the earth sweltered under the scorching sun, heat billowing so much so that even the roadside grass and trees seemed listless, and the oppressive heat left people irritable and on edge.

In the guest hall of the Prefectural Governor’s Office’s backyard, even with more than a dozen pots of ice set out, those inside still felt somewhat restless with heat.

Several people were seated in the hall. Among them, Yan Zhigao sat uneasily in the seat of honor, his eyes occasionally darting toward the two richly dressed young men sitting to his left, while he also kept looking anxiously toward the door.

At this moment, his heart was anything but calm— for he had just learned that the person his eldest daughter saved turned out to be the legitimate son of Prince Ping.

Although he had suspected that the man was from the imperial family, being confronted with the fact still left him somewhat unprepared, uncertain of how to converse with him.

For the Yan Family, this man’s status was exceedingly high.

So high that he had to tread carefully, fearing the slightest inadvertence might offend the visitor and bring disaster upon the Yan Family.

He was not afraid of offending those in the official circuit— at worst, he would just stop being an official. But the Imperial Family— he truly lacked the courage to offend them. Not only must he not offend them, but he must also attend to them diligently.

Yan Zhigao wiped the sweat that continuously formed on his forehead and once again directed his gaze toward the door.

Ah, he really shouldn’t have agreed to let his mother and Daohua go to the estate yesterday.

The noble guest had specifically mentioned he came to visit the old lady, only to find it was a wasted trip.

I wonder if Wentao has made it to the estate yet?

In the hall, Zhou Family’s eldest grandson, Zhou Chengye, shared Yan Zhigao’s anxious state.

The Zhou Family had been doing business in Xingzhou for several generations, and their contacts sprawled across various quarters. To put it bluntly, there was little that happened in Xingzhou that could be kept secret from the Zhou Family.

Therefore, as soon as the Little Prince and the Provincial Governor’s son entered Xingzhou, the Zhou Family received the news.

Immediately, his grandfather urged him to come and pay his respects, and preferably to invite the guests to the Zhou Residence for a visit.

Zhou Chengye surreptitiously scrutinized the imperial family member before him, who enjoyed the great favor of the Empress Dowager and the Emperor yet was quite controversial in Beijing.

How favored was this legitimate son of Prince Ping’s house in the Imperial Palace?

In all Beijing, there were many Princes, and even more sons of Princes, but the only one daring enough to be called Little Prince was this one.

You see, the Imperial Family had strict rules— a Prince’s son must wait for his father to retire from his position due to old age before he could ask to be titled and only then could he call himself Prince. Before that time, even addressing oneself as ‘Little’ Prince was presumptuous.

This one, rumored to be only a few years old, was already referred to as the Little Prince by the people of the Imperial Palace, and the Emperor and the Empress Dowager indulged him. This indicates just how favored he was.

Zhou Chengye glanced again at the Prefectural Governor, Yan Zhigao, noting his reserved demeanor, and felt very puzzled. To have the Little Prince visit personally must mean they have a strong connection.

Yet from the moment he entered the door until now, Yan Zhigao and the Little Prince had barely exchanged a few words, appearing quite unfamiliar with each other.

That made him quite perplexed.

About the Yan Family having a noble backer, the Zhou Family had also inquired, but the furthest their investigation reached was the Provincial Governor, and it had come to nothing. They had not expected the Yan Family could form a connection with the Imperial Family.

The guest hall was somewhat quiet; after waiting for more than an hour, Xiao Yeyang, already in a poor mood, had his expression darken significantly.

He had never been one to tolerate much, and there were very few people in the world who could make him hold back his temper. When he was unhappy, he would usually show it directly.

As a result, people in Beijing said that his temperament was worse than that of a Prince’s and that he was untamable.

To this, he had never paid any mind, continuing to do as he pleased.

For him, a Little Prince, to have to endure those of lower status than himself was truly laughable.

Seeing Xiao Yeyang’s face tighten with impatience, even Dong Yuanxuan, the Provincial Governor’s son who had accompanied him, became restless.