The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!

Zhongzhou, at the gate of the provincial capital, a grand procession of carriages and horses entered the city, attracting the attention of all the surrounding citizens.

Meanwhile, in a street-side private room on the second floor of Sihai Restaurant, Gu Moyan was drinking wine with a troubled expression.

Seated beside him, Xiao Moan, the younger brother of the Great Grandson, found it amusing: "Seeing you like this, one might think something enormous has happened."

Gu Moyan glanced at him: "Grandfather ordered me to marry within this year. Isn't that a significant matter?"

Xiao Moan laughed: "If you ask me, you should get married. Brother Moxi's eldest son is already a year old, and Yan got married last year too. It's your turn now, isn't it?"

Gu Moyan looked distressed: "But the time is too tight. It's already March. Within these few months, where am I supposed to find a wife?"

Xiao Moan chuckled: "If you genuinely wish to marry, it would be easy. Just announce your intention, and I guarantee not only Zhongzhou's young ladies but also those from Beijing will flock to you."

Gu Moyan huffed, bothered to respond.

Xiao Moan spoke seriously: "You should hurry up. Last winter, our ancestor was ill for over two months. I noticed Grandfather truly worried. Don't tell me you're unaware of our ancestor's wish?"

Gu Moyan's expression paused, his brow furrowing deeper.

The ancestor wanted to see him marry and have children to continue the Gu Family lineage, which he understood well.

But he truly tried hard. Since arriving in Zhongzhou, he attended various banquets and met many young ladies, yet he hadn't met someone he liked!

Xiao Moan continued: "In marriage, it's always been based on parental words and matchmaking. Only your uncle and aunt spoil you and your siblings, letting you find someone you like."

"But now that you're of age, you should take responsibility. Look at the successors of other families; they all marry at sixteen or eighteen. You've enjoyed so many years; you should be content."

"Look at me, married at eighteen to someone arranged by my brother and mother. And isn't everything fine now?"

"All that mutual affection and harmony, for people like us, if we encounter it, that's good. If not, life must go on as usual."

Gu Moyan remained silent. Just then, street noises prompted him to stand and look outside the window.

Xiao Moan, seeing this, also stood to look, recognizing the marks on the convoy. He immediately laughed: "It must be the new Provincial Governor bringing his family to take office."

Speaking, he glanced at Gu Moyan.

"This new Provincial Governor, Tang Xianhui, seems to have been your uncle's former subordinate?"

Gu Moyan thought for a moment, nodding: "I remember this Tang official. He served two terms as a Fourth-rank Counselor in Xiliang, and during festivals, he always brought his family to visit the Prince Residence. My father considered him capable, a practical person."

Xiao Moan laughed: "My brother also highly regards him."

This, Gu Moyan had noticed. Grandfather had become increasingly detached from affairs, silently allowing the Great Grandson to arrange his men everywhere.

Tang Xianhui evidently caught the Great Grandson's eye; otherwise, he wouldn't have been promoted to the highest official in a province within a few years.

After watching for a while, the two retracted their gaze and sat back down to eat.

...

Elsewhere, Tang Xianhui also moved in with his family into the official residence arranged by the Imperial Court.

Busy until the evening, Madam Tang finally organized everything, sitting down to rest wearily. Soon, she saw her daughter, Tang Zijin, arriving with a meal box.

Madam Tang immediately smiled: "After traveling for over half a month, why don't you rest earlier?"

Tang Zijin, seeing Madam Tang's fatigue, felt heartache: "Daughter isn't tired. But Mother, taking care of Grandmother, Father, and siblings, while managing household affairs, you are the one who works hardest."

Speaking, she helped Madam Tang to the dining table and personally arranged the dishes from the meal box.

Despite the exhausting journey, Madam Tang hadn't intended to eat. But seeing her daughter's filial effort, she couldn't refuse and smiled, "After a busy day, I'm genuinely hungry."

Tang Zijin sat beside her mother: "Then daughter will eat with you."

Madam Tang nodded, and the mother and daughter ate together. After sipping half a bowl of chicken soup, Madam Tang couldn't help but ask: "Is your yard ready?"

Tang Zijin nodded: "Almost finished."

Madam Tang looked at her daughter, somewhat guilty: "Sorry for the inconvenience. Your yard is half the size of your elder sister's and not in a good location."

She was a second wife; the previous one was the Old Madam's niece, leaving behind a daughter.

Being a stepmother was challenging; to avoid the husband and Old Madam feeling she mistreated the original wife's daughter, at times, she had to let her own daughter endure discomfort.

Like distributing the yards this time, how she wished to give the best to her daughter, but Tang Zixin spoke up. If she didn't give her the yard, the husband and Old Madam might have objections.

Tang Zijin understood her mother's plight and smiled indifferently: "Daughter doesn't feel wronged. My yard is pretty good, small though it is, everything is complete. Mother doesn't need to dwell on it."

Her daughter's understanding brought Madam Tang relief: "You, sometimes too gentle. Over the years, Zixin's become increasingly excessive, always trying to outdo you, picking the best things in the residence first, lacking any elder sisterly demeanor."

Tang Zijin chuckled: "Mother, since Grandmother and Father won't mistreat me, what's the harm if elder sister chooses first when I have what she has? Daughter isn't losing out."

"Elder sister lost her mother, but I have your love and my brother's care; letting her lead won't cost a piece of meat."

Madam Tang felt slightly helpless about her daughter's noncompetitive nature, but didn't insist on changing her. For a girl, not being overly aggressive wasn't necessarily bad.

After eating and chatting for a while, Tang Zijin got up and returned to her yard.

The maids had tidied the yard. Though in front of Madam Tang she claimed not to be tired, after such a lengthy journey, exhaustion was inevitable. She washed up and lay on the bed.

Tang Zijin didn't fall asleep immediately but picked up the small glass dog beside her pillow, staring at it intently.

The glass dog, a pair under two inches, shaped lifelike, tied together with a red string. Sadly, both dogs were full of cracks, clearly repaired after being smashed.

Remembering the scene of the young lord angrily smashing the glass dog, Tang Zijin couldn't help but furrow her brows.

Clearly, the young lord was happily playing with her in the amusement park the day before. Unexpectedly, upon meeting again, he harshly insulted her and coldly smashed the glass dog he gifted her!

Years passed, yet she vividly recalled that scene, still puzzled why the young lord treated her so.

It was heard the young lord accompanied the old duke in Zhongzhou these years...

Tang Zijin looked dejected; if she met the young lord, would she have the courage to ask him why? As a child, though the young lord treated her well, he liked teasing her too. After so many years apart, he must be even fiercer!

Tang Zijin felt agitated, quickly placing the glass dog under her pillow, turning over to force herself asleep.