There is Room For the Poor Daughter

(1v1, Shuangjie, Sweet Pet) Xiliang Weiyuan Palace.

The little prince Xiao Moxi, who was only 5 years old, wrinkled his face and ran into the field when his mother left him again.

The little prince glanced sadly at his father next to him, and said old-fashionedly: “Father, why did you fall in love with my mother who likes to run outside when nothing is wrong?”

Xiao Yeyang glanced sideways at his family’s eldest son, and then made a thoughtful gesture.

Yes, why did he like that woman?

There was a long silence…

“Who knows, your mind is caught by the door!”

The father and son, who had the same fate, looked at each other and uttered a helpless sigh at the same time.

What should I do if there is a woman who has no home on the stall?

My own princess (mother), can only spoil her!

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Carrying space through the ancient rice flowers, I just want to spend my life in the fields peacefully. Who knew there was a father who was a county magistrate, so he was forced to enter the city from the country!

There are so many things in the city. In order to have the right to speak at home, Daohua buys Zhuangzi, grows flowers, grows medicinal materials, and cultivates high-yield and high-quality grain seeds. This is to help the father, who has been a county magistrate for nine years, rise step by step. Let the Yan family, who came from a poor family, squeeze into the capital circle!

This is a prosperous and prosperous struggle story of a poor daughter’s auxiliary family, and also a sweet love story of mutual accomplishment and growth together!

Male protagonist: In front of outsiders, it is the jealous little prince, the domineering king Weiyuan, and in front of the female protagonist, it is a counseling gentleman.

Heroine: Everything is sober, warm-hearted and self-improving!

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Zhang Huahan thus settled in at the Yan family’s home, where Yan Wenjie’s family treated her quite well. Aside from some initial discomfort, she gradually blended into the family.

However, each time she saw her uncle’s family together so happily, Zhang Huahan would get a bit distracted, and images of her lonely mother, alone with no one by her side, would uncontrollably surface in her mind.

As time went on, she began to feel a sense of longing and concern, along with a hint of worry. In the Zhang family, her mother and she were undoubtedly outsiders. If she were to marry in the future, there truly wouldn’t be anyone left to keep her mother company.

In the following days, Zhu Qiyun not only took Zhang Huahan to visit others but also received guests at home and taught her how to manage household affairs. Zhang Huahan cherished this learning opportunity and studied with great dedication and focus.

Teachers always appreciate students who love to learn. Seeing Zhang Huahan’s dedication, Zhu Qiyun taught her with even greater care.

Time gradually slipped away amidst this busy routine, and before they knew it, it was already September.

On the 13th of September, Zhang Huahan’s birthday, Zhu Qiyun invited everyone she could to hold a grand coming-of-age ceremony for her.

Though neither of her parents attended her coming-of-age ceremony, which left Zhang Huahan feeling a bit regretful, she also knew how much effort her aunt had put into organizing it. Filled with gratitude, she maintained intense focus throughout the event, striving to avoid even the slightest mistake.

After over two months of training with Zhu Qiyun, Zhang Huahan had become more dignified and composed, which led several of the ladies attending to start considering her as a potential marriage connection.

The Zhang family may not have been notable, but the Yan family was powerful.

Just look at how the provincial governor’s wife personally accompanied this Miss Zhang everywhere to meet guests and hosted her coming-of-age ceremony herself. It was a clear signal that the Yan family highly valued this niece.

Given this, marrying her into their families would surely be advantageous.

After coming to this conclusion, a few ladies began eagerly striking up conversations with Zhang Huahan.

Zhang Huahan understood that these people valued her not for herself but because of the Yan family behind her. So, she responded politely, without losing her composure, and wasn’t swayed by the praise and compliments.

Zhu Qiyun observed all of this and was very pleased with how Zhang Huahan handled the situation, growing increasingly fond of her niece.

After the ceremony, Zhu Qiyun found an opportunity to call Zhang Huahan over, saying, “Huahan, once a girl comes of age, it’s time to start discussing marriage. Do you have any thoughts on your future?”

Zhang Huahan’s expression froze momentarily, clearly not expecting her aunt to be so direct.

Seeing her blush, Zhu Qiyun chuckled, “A man marries, and a woman is wed—what’s there to feel shy about?”

Embarrassed, Zhang Huahan lowered her head and couldn’t bring herself to discuss her own marriage.

Watching her, Zhu Qiyun thought for a moment before saying, “Technically, your marriage should be arranged by your parents. But your mother hasn’t been socially active for years and knows few people, while your father likely only associates with merchants. If they were to arrange your marriage, not only I, but even your uncle wouldn’t approve.”

Saying this, she took Zhang Huahan’s hand.

“Marriage is a major affair for a young woman. If she marries into a good family, she can enjoy a lifetime of happiness; if not, she’ll suffer all her life and bring hardship to her children. So, this matter requires the utmost care.”

“Your mother allowed you to come to the provincial capital, and your father tacitly agreed to you staying here, so you should understand their intentions. Your uncle and I intend to help you find a suitable match.”

“So, now I ask you: What kind of person would you like to spend your life with? Knowing your preferences will help me find someone accordingly.”

With her cheeks flushed, Zhang Huahan hesitated a moment before replying in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum, “I’ll follow whatever my uncle and aunt decide.”

Zhu Qiyun disapproved and shook her head. “You’ll be the one living this life. It has to align with your heart to be harmonious. If you don’t say anything, we’ll just be guessing.”

Seeing Zhang Huahan’s hesitance, just as Zhu Qiyun thought she wouldn’t speak, Huahan said, “I’d like to stay in Huai’an, preferably somewhere close to Qingshi County.”

Zhu Qiyun was stunned. “Why? Limiting it by location really narrows the choices, and officials with bright futures don’t usually stay in one place for long.”