The middle-aged woman brought the poorly dressed girl along without any notice, startling both the village head and several other local officials.
The village head was about to scold them when he saw the girl suddenly lunge towards Prince Wang Yan.
"Bang!"
The anticipated heroic rescue did not happen; the moment the girl lunged, Xiao Yeyang stepped back sharply, allowing her to fall hard onto the icy ground.
"Wang Yan!"
The middle-aged woman saw the girl fall and immediately rushed over to help her up, wailing.
Wang Yan, enduring the sharp pain coming from her knees and palms, slowly stood up with her mother’s support, and after rising, hesitantly looked over at Xiao Yeyang.
Due to her thin clothing, Wang Yan’s cheeks were somewhat red from the cold, and added to her pain and the tears swirling in her eyes, she truly looked pitiful.
Seeing Wang Yan in this state, the village head involuntarily swallowed back the scolding he’d intended to give.
The middle-aged woman asked anxiously, "Wang Yan, did you hurt yourself anywhere? My girl, even if you wanted to personally come and thank the Prince, there was no need to be in such a hurry."
Wang Yan’s ears reddened at her mother’s words; she stepped forward and gave a bow to Xiao Yeyang: "Wang Yan thanks the Prince for helping to bury my father."
Xiao Yeyang was not pleased with the abrupt arrival of the mother and daughter duo, but still considering that they were women and had just lost their support, he did not hold it against them, and merely said indifferently:
"Your husband (father) died defending the territory of Daxia. It was the Emperor’s command to bury him; you don’t need to thank me."
Quick to detect that Xiao Yeyang bore no ill will, Wang Yan assumed that Xiao Yeyang had a favorable impression of her, and her heart lifted with joy. After glancing at her mother, she bit her lip, blushing, and mustered up the courage to say:
"Your Highness is most virtuous. After my father’s death, you even allocated land for my mother and me. Wang Yan is forever grateful and wishes to serve you personally to repay your kindness. I beg for your indulgence."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Yan knelt down in front of Xiao Yeyang, kowtowing: "I beseech the Prince for his indulgence."
The middle-aged woman also quickly followed suit: "Yes, your Highness, please let Wang Yan stay with you. My daughter Wang Yan is very diligent and performs every task adeptly."
The words of the mother and daughter surprised everyone present.
Standing behind Xiao Yeyang, the fortunate attendant was somewhat flabbergasted, looking at Wang Yan with an expression that clearly asked, "Where does this girl get her confidence from, thinking she can serve the master?"
By this time, if the village head and others did not understand the mother and daughter’s intention for coming, they would truly be fools.
The village head glanced at Xiao Yeyang, and seeing that he had not spoken, could not be sure of his intention and dared not say anything at this time.
Xiao Yeyang was unmoved by the words of Wang Yan and her mother, all his attention was on his wife and son not far away.
Seeing Princess Consort Daohua giving him a pouty stare, Xiao Yeyang felt quite pleased and his lips curved into a smile.
Wang Yan glanced up and saw the smile on Xiao Yeyang’s face, her ears grew even redder, just as she was about to express her intention once more, she saw Xiao Yeyang take big strides backwards.
Wang Yan’s gaze followed Xiao Yeyang’s movements, and soon she saw Daohua, wrapped in a bright red fox fur cape, carrying their exquisitely lovely son Daozi.
"Did you enjoy touring the village?"
A voice filled with boundless affection and warmth came from Xiao Yeyang, and everyone present felt the Prince’s immense regard for the Princess Consort.
Looking at Daohua, who seemed like a divine fairy, Wang Yan lowered her head, feeling somewhat inferior.
The others quickly stepped forward to greet her: "Greetings to the Princess Consort!"
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