The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 1221

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1041, Clingy as a Plaster

"The snow this year is falling too heavily and too frequently. I hope it stops soon." Otherwise, we might be faced with another snow disaster.

Watching the goose feather-like snowflakes falling outside the window, Daohua was filled with concern.

Her son, Daozi, who was practicing his calligraphy nearby, heard her and replied: "Mom, it’s better when the snow falls heavily. That way, the snowman we built in the courtyard won’t melt away."

It was because of the heavy snow that the snowman he built with his mom has remained untouched for over half a month, still looking the same.

Hearing this, Daohua sat beside Daozi and started explaining to him the dangers of a snow disaster.

Daohua: "If the snow falls too heavily, houses can collapse under the weight."

Daozi: "Then those houses must have been built poorly."

Daohua: "Not everyone lives in houses as sturdy as ours. Remember, many of the homes in Daohua Village are made from mud and straw? Those houses can’t withstand too much pressure."

"Think about it, we have a charcoal brazier and a fireplace at home, as well as thick cotton clothes, and we still feel cold. What about those without a house to shelter them, staying out in the icy wilderness?"

Daozi shivered: "They could freeze to death."

Daohua nodded: "Not only that, if too much snow accumulates, roads can get blocked, and then you can’t go out. If there’s food at home, it’s fine, but if there isn’t, what then?"

Daozi fell silent: "They might starve to death."

Daohua: "So do you still think it’s good for the snow to fall heavily?"

Daozi hastily shook his head: "It’s not good." While saying this, he looked out the window and prayed, "I hope the snow stops soon. I won’t build any more snowmen."

Daohua smiled and patted her son’s head, urging him to continue focusing on his calligraphy. She also tucked in the twin babies sleeping beside them and then went to the kitchen.

The house had both elderly and children, and winter was a time when illnesses were frequent, so Daohua was extra cautious, regularly preparing medicinal meals to nourish her family every few days.

The medicinal meal that had been simmering all night was now fragrant and ready, and just as Daohua was about to ask the maidservant to serve it, Guyu hurried over in a rush.

"Princess Consort, the second madam and the fourth young miss have arrived with injuries. The gatekeeper saw the second madam’s face covered in blood and immediately sent someone to inform me. Seeing that their injuries were indeed serious, I took the liberty of having them taken to the guest house."

Daohua paused for a moment before realizing that the second madam and the fourth young miss mentioned were her aunt-in-law and Yan Yile. As she walked outside, she asked, "Weren’t they on their way to Lanwu Prefecture? Why would my second sister allow them to travel in the snow?"

While speaking, she shook her head, not bothering to delve into these matters, "Has a physician been summoned?"

Guyu nodded: "Someone has been sent to fetch one. The physician should arrive shortly."

Daohua hummed in acknowledgment, then sighed. Xiao Yeyang’s ominous words had indeed come true.

It was only the beginning of December, and calculating the time, it had only been over two months since aunt-in-law and Yile had left for Lanwu Prefecture, and now they had returned, seeking the Prince Residence right away.

"How did they get injured?"

Guyu: "They said the snow on the road was too deep, which caused the carriage to overturn. It was lucky that they were close to the city gate at the time, and there were passersby around."

With that, she paused and glanced at Daohua’s expression.

"The second madam announced herself as belonging to the Prince Residence and promised a hefty reward, which finally persuaded some people to help bring the second madam and the fourth young miss here to the Prince Residence."

But she couldn’t be blamed for that, it was Yihuan who was too unscrupulous. Look at whom she found for Yile—a bunch of low-ranking officials of the sixth or seventh rank.

Given the current status of the Yan Family, how could they be worthy of Yile?

That was not all, those men were widowers, what’s worse, some already had several children. Yile going there would mean becoming a stepmother. Furthermore, none of them had any significant family assets or anything impressive to offer.

How could she accept such families? How could she not be upset?

Hmph, her so-called good daughter had probably gotten used to being in charge over the years, emboldening her stance, and when she, her mother, complained a little, Yihuan would talk back, showing no filial piety whatsoever.

And there it was, in a fit of anger, she took Yile and left.

Seeing Sun Family’s changing expressions, Daohua knew there was more to the story, but she had no desire to get involved. Right at that moment, the doctor arrived: "Doctor, please examine them."

After the doctor’s diagnosis, Sun Family had knocked her head and had a cut, which would be fine once the bleeding stopped; Yan Yile had a slight fracture in her lower leg.

Both of their injuries were not serious, but both required rest.

After hearing this, Daohua didn’t say much, instructed Sun Family and Yan Yile to recuperate well, and ordered the maids to take good care of them before she went back to the main courtyard to send a message to Yan Yihuan, and, after a moment’s thought, also sent word to Han Xinran.

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When Han Xinran heard the news, he was quite speechless: "It’s been just over two months, and they can’t stay anywhere without their own daughter, it shows how unwelcome they are."

After his complaint, he felt a deep sense of helplessness.

"This second branch of the family is just like a plaster that won’t come off." Because of blood ties, they couldn’t be shaken off!