The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 541

Chapter 541 -498, Frankly Speaking_1

Xiao Yeyang’s arms were wrapped a little too tightly, making Daohua somewhat uncomfortable. She struggled slightly but found that he held her even tighter, so she dared not move anymore.

At this moment, Xiao Yeyang was like a wounded lone wolf. Daohua hesitated for a moment before slowly extending her hand to hug him back and gently patted his back with her hand.

The moment Daohua hugged Xiao Yeyang, the pain in his eyes slowly subsided and the atmosphere around him became peaceful.

Xiao Yeyang buried his head in Daohua’s neck, greedily absorbing the warmth emanating from her body, as if by holding her tight, he wasn’t so alone in this world.

The room was silent, save for the sound of their breathing.

After a while, Xiao Yeyang nuzzled against Daohua’s neck, and suddenly, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “Xiao Yeyang, that tickles!”

The winter jacket was lined with fur, and Xiao Yeyang’s movement brushed the fur collar back and forth on her neck, causing her to feel ticklish.

Xiao Yeyang paused, by now having regained his senses from the anger and sadness he had felt before, and feeling somewhat embarrassed about holding Daohua in his arms, he let her go.

Daohua glanced at Xiao Yeyang and seeing that his complexion had returned to normal, she squatted down to pick up the spilled paint on the floor.

Seeing this, Xiao Yeyang also squatted down and, while watching Daohua busying herself with the cleanup, couldn’t help asking, “Why aren’t you asking me anything?”

Daohua paused in her actions and looked up at him, “Would you tell me if I asked?”

Xiao Yeyang stared deeply at Daohua for a moment, then pulled her over to the desk and spread out the rice paper with a portrait on it, “This is my father, the King.”

Daohua acknowledged with an “Oh,” having guessed as much from Xiao Yeyang’s intense reaction earlier.

Xiao Yeyang continued to stare at the portrait, “On the day of the Xiaonian, the imperial clan gathered in the palace, and my father officially promoted his concubine, Madam Ma, to be his principal wife.”

After finishing, Xiao Yeyang turned to look at Daohua, his unblinking gaze filled with an unseen tension.

Even though he didn’t get along well with his father, he was still proud of his identity as the ‘Little Prince of the Prince Residence.’

He knew well that people’s willingness to accommodate him was largely due to this status.

Therefore, he was truly afraid, afraid that without this title, Daohua might change her attitude towards him.

“Oh!”

Daohua simply uttered another “Oh,” then showed no other reaction.

Xiao Yeyang paused, thinking Daohua might not understand the severity of the situation and explained, “Madam Ma has a son who is my half-brother. Now that she has been promoted, I’m no longer the sole legitimate heir of the Prince Residence.”

Daohua tilted her head, “So what?”

Xiao Yeyang looked at Daohua, silent for a moment, “It means that the title of the Prince Residence might not be mine in the future.”

Daohua pondered for a moment, then asked, “Do you want it? If you want that title, then go and fight for it. I believe with your abilities, you can certainly obtain it. If you don’t want it, then it doesn’t matter who your father promotes—it has nothing to do with you.”

On hearing this, Xiao Yeyang let out a light chuckle, “Is a title of a prince’s residence so worthless to you?”

Daohua shook her head, “No, it’s not worthless. If I had a prince’s residence waiting for me to inherit, I would definitely be over the moon with joy. However, I believe that everything in this world must be earned through one’s own efforts to have a sense of pride. What’s given by others… that always makes you feel indebted.”

Inheriting the family business means having to take on the responsibility of ensuring the family’s prosperity. There’s never anything gained without effort in this world. Whatever you receive, you’ll certainly have to give up something in return.

Xiao Yeyang fell silent for a while, then asked, “I’m no longer the Little Prince. Don’t you care at all?”

Daohua smiled, “But you are still Xiao Yeyang!”

Looking into Daohua’s clear, bright eyes, Xiao Yeyang’s heart became completely light.

Daohua added, “You are still a fourth-rank Military Governor of the Jinling Guard. You obtained this position through your own abilities – isn’t that more honorable than being a prince with no real power?”

Xiao Yeyang looked deeply at Daohua, silent for a bit, then lifted the portrait in his hands and threw it into the brazier.

Daohua quickly said, “Why burn it?”

Xiao Yeyang’s expression remained indifferent, “I don’t want to see it anymore.”