The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 908

Chapter 908: Chapter 781, Compromise

The consequences of drinking were that Daohua slept until well past noon the next day.

"Miss, are you awake?" Guyu smiled as she approached to help Daohua wash and dress.

This time, Wang Manman did not come along. Last month, Xiaoliu proposed to Madam Li for her, and after asking Daohua for her opinion, Madam Li had agreed to betroth Wang Manman to Xiaoliu.

Considering that Wang Manman and Xiaoliu were to follow Daohua after her marriage, Madam Li looked at the calendar and set their wedding date for the end of this month.

During this time, Daohua had excused Wang Manman from her duties so she could stay in her room and focus on her dowry embroidery.

Daohua rubbed her slightly heavy head and looked at the position of the sun outside the window, "It’s so late already, why didn’t you wake me?"

Guyu laughed, "Miss, you were drunk last night. When the Little Prince brought you back, he specifically instructed us not to disturb you this morning."

"I was drunk?" Daohua looked skeptical, "But I can hold my liquor quite well!"

Guyu just smiled and did not respond.

The lady’s tolerance was only for fruit wines and grape wines, anything else would surely intoxicate her.

After washing and dressing, Daohua had some breakfast then went straight to Gu Jian’s yard. On the way, she saw Xiao Yeyang coming towards her and immediately walked over with a bright smile.

Xiao Yeyang examined Daohua and seeing that she looked well, asked, "Is your head not aching?"

Daohua shook her head, "I didn’t drink much."

Without mentioning the strong liquor she had drunk last night, Xiao Yeyang smiled, "The old gentleman took my father to the medicinal fields, saying he would teach him to recognize herbs. Let’s go over and take a look."

Daohua nodded and as they were walking, she suddenly stopped, tilted her head towards Xiao Yeyang, "Aren’t you supposed to give me something?"

Xiao Yeyang looked puzzled, "No, I’m not."

Daohua furrowed her brows, trying to recall, "That’s not right, last night when I went with you to catch fireflies, you seemed like you wanted to show me some kind of album."

Hearing this, Xiao Yeyang’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, "You’re mistaken, it was you who saw the drawing paper on my desk and asked me to draw for you."

"Is that so?"

Daohua looked doubtful.

Before she could continue questioning, Xiao Yeyang quickly took her hand and led her forward, diverting her attention, "The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed and my vacation is also over. I have to return to the city this afternoon, and my father might need to return as well."

Daohua no longer pursued the matter of the album, "Your duties are important, but your father has no urgent matters, let’s try to make him stay a few more days. Look at how happy Master was yesterday."

Xiao Yeyang fell silent, "Do you have any ideas?"

Daohua pondered for a moment, "Doesn’t your father love experimenting with rouge? I plan to teach him how to use glass instruments. To master those devices, it will take at least a month or two."

Xiao Yeyang smiled, "That’s a good idea. My father really likes new things. If something engages him, even if he cannot stay at the manor permanently, he’ll come by often."

...

Prince really planned to return to the city with Xiao Yeyang, but after Daohua took him to the laboratory and showed him how she distilled perfume, he immediately decided to extend his stay.

Gu Jian had already mastered the use of various glass instruments, so he took on the task of instructing the Prince.

After sending Xiao Yeyang off, Daohua returned to her own courtyard. She too needed to embroider her wedding dress, and she planned to embroider Xiao Yeyang’s part as well.

Because there were new things to learn, the Prince was quite happy staying at the manor, but the Ma Family in the Prince Residence was becoming increasingly anxious.

Xiao Yechen glanced at Luo Qiong; regarding his wife, who had been unhappy since marrying into the Prince Residence more than three years ago, he actually harbored serious resentment: "Mother, I will." _{freewebnσvel.cøm}