The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 555

Chapter 555: Chapter 508, Martyrdom of Love_1

Daohua and Xiao Yeyang stepped out of the shop to see a girl in white mourning attire walking past on the street.

“What’s with this girl? Even if there was a death in the family, she shouldn’t be parading around the streets in the New Year like this. Isn’t this deliberately unsettling people?”

The owner of the neighboring bookstore saw her and disapprovingly commented as he stood at the doorway.

Soon, others joined in.

“That girl seems to be heading toward the Zhuang Residence.”

“The Zhuang Family is celebrating a joyous occasion today. Her presence might bring them bad luck.”

“I recognize that girl. She’s the Zhuang son’s sweetheart. Just you wait, there’s going to be quite a show.”

As soon as these words were spoken, a burning flame of gossip lit among the bystanders, and even Daohua pricked up her ears.

Seeing this, Xiao Yeyang shook his head in some resignation, “Why are you so interested in these boring street matters too?”

Daohua retorted, “Life is full of variety. It never hurts to watch and listen more. Besides, did you notice? That girl just now, her expression seemed a bit off. It feels like something is going to happen.”

Xiao Yeyang was speechless, “How could I, a grown man, be staring at a girl like that?”

Seeing that the surrounding people were following the girl toward the Zhuang Residence, Daohua couldn’t help saying, “Xiao Yeyang, let’s go have a look too,” and started walking forward.

Xiao Yeyang, resigned and with no choice, followed.

In the New Year, everyone was idle and looking for entertainment. A fresh and strange event naturally drew a crowd, especially one involving the wealthy Zhuang Family—it attracted even more attention.

The girl in mourning attire attracted more and more attention as she walked, with a growing crowd following her.

Xiao Yeyang, worried that Daohua might get bumped, held her back and walked at the edge of the crowd, avoiding the more crowded areas.

Daohua didn’t enjoy squeezing through the crowd either, so she and Xiao Yeyang walked slowly, guessing as they went, “It must be another story of a love-struck young master abandoning a good girl. Why are men so fickle?”

Xiao Yeyang was at his wit’s end, “Don’t tar everyone with the same brush. I’m not fickle.”

Daohua glanced sideways and scoffed, “Don’t speak too soon; just make sure you don’t end up eating your words later.”

Xiao Yeyang, thoroughly annoyed, said, “Yan Yiyi, why won’t you believe me? When have you ever seen me entangled with other girls?”

Daohua immediately responded, “You really have the nerve to lie through your teeth. Weren’t you involved with Miss Jiang?” She said, pursing her lips, “Now, there are still quite a few officials’ families in Zhongzhou spreading rumors about your childhood sweetheart relationship.”

Xiao Yeyang was frustrated, “Haven’t I explained the situation with Wanying to you? That childhood sweetheart nonsense is just baseless fabrication.”

Daohua stopped, turned around to face Xiao Yeyang, “I’m asking you, Miss Jiang didn’t mind tarnishing her own reputation to be tied with you, you know what her intentions are, right?”

Xiao Yeyang’s brows knotted, “Whatever her intentions, they have nothing to do with me.”

Daohua fell silent for a moment, “What if the Empress Dowager in the palace insists on pushing for your union?”

Xiao Yeyang asserted decisively, “I will not agree.”

Daohua fell silent. She wanted to say that some things don’t need his agreement, just like the recent promotion of the Consort Ma to a higher status. But saying this out loud could hurt Xiao Yeyang, so she swallowed her words.

Seeing Daohua silent, Xiao Yeyang also pursed his lips and kept quiet.

Behind them, the butler and Wang Manman saw the two bickering and were extremely anxious.

Just then, a sudden noise erupted in the street as people scattered in every direction, now rushing together toward a particular place.

“Something bad has happened, someone’s committed suicide by running into the wall in front of the Zhuang Residence.”

“Is it that girl in the mourning outfit from before?” _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

“Indeed, it’s her. She went straight to the Zhuang Residence’s gate and without a word, slammed into it. The blood, they say, spilled everywhere—more crimson than the red silk.”