The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 1263

Chapter 1263: Chapter 1072, Fight

As the Emperor’s birthday drew closer, more and more local officials arrived in the capital, taking the opportunity to visit relatives and friends.

Watching plays was something almost everyone loved, so the theater became the best venue for networking and making connections.

The Emperor sat in the private box on the second floor, and before the first play was even finished, he had already noticed many familiar faces coming in and out of the theater.

Looking at the jovial demeanors of the officials, the Emperor snorted: "It seems the lives of the officials are more comfortable than mine. I hardly get a chance to enjoy a play."

Seeing Daomang, the little girl, staring at him with wide eyes, the Emperor chuckled: "This time I’ve managed to come and enjoy a play, all thanks to little Daomang."

The Crown Prince and a few others didn’t dare to respond, and silence fell upon the room.

Daomang grinned and said, "Grandfather Emperor, then let’s come out more often to watch plays."

The Emperor laughed and shook his head: "That won’t do. Grandfather Emperor has state affairs to handle; those memorials on the main hall’s desk all need Grandfather Emperor’s approval."

Daomang’s little face showed an expression of concern: "Grandfather Emperor, you’re working so hard."

Daomiao, who had been quiet since entering the theater, suddenly spoke up: "Grandfather Emperor, with so many memorials, handling them all on your own must be exhausting. Why not find someone to help you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Crown Prince and the others all perked up their ears and, almost instinctively, turned to look at Daomiao, who they usually overlooked.

Daozi, being Xiao Yeyang’s eldest legitimate son, the future heir of the Prince Residence, naturally attracted the most attention due to his intelligence and agility. Daomang was practically the Emperor’s source of joy, and because of the Emperor’s favor, she was always the talk of the town.

And then there was Daomiao, whose brilliance was somewhat eclipsed by his siblings’ shine.

Well then, who would’ve thought this little fellow would dare speak such bold words?

Looking into Daomiao’s pure and innocent eyes, the Emperor smiled and asked: "Why do you think so?"

Daomiao replied matter-of-factly: "It’s what the Old Ancestor taught me! The Old Ancestor said that someday I will become the Duke of Supporting the Nation. I’ll be very busy by then. If I try to handle everything personally, I’ll exhaust myself."

"So, my parents are helping me train some people. When I grow up, these people can help me with tasks, and I won’t be so tired."

"Your body is your own. If you wear it out, it’s gone. The Old Ancestor said life is short; one should enjoy it."

The Emperor laughed. This sounded like something Uncle Gu Jian would say: "The Old Ancestor speaks wisely."

Daomiao smirked: "Of course! The Old Ancestor dotes on me greatly."

Daomang couldn’t help but interject: "The Old Ancestor loves me the most."

Daomiao perfunctorily nodded, remembering how the Old Ancestor had told him boys should give a little leeway to girls and to their sisters. Whatever she said was fine—after all, whatever gifts she received, he would also get.

Thinking this, Daomiao slumped back in his chair, his dangling little legs swinging to and fro, munching on pastries as he leisurely listened to the play, resembling a carefree little aristocrat enjoying life.

The Emperor, amused by Daomiao’s demeanor, chuckled but couldn’t help thinking of Gu Jian. Was Uncle hoping Daomiao would live his life in such ease and leisure?

Glancing at the Crown Prince and the others sitting upright, the Emperor asked, smiling: "Then who do you all think I should find to help me?"

Daomang eagerly chimed in first: "I know! Pick someone obedient."

The Emperor raised his eyebrows curiously: "And why is that?"

This question stumped Daomang. She remembered her mother saying that the servants you raise must be obedient, but she wasn’t quite sure why. Unsure, she turned to her brother for help.

Unfortunately, Daozi was busy whispering with Xiao Moreng, entirely ignoring her.

Left with no choice, Daomang turned her gaze to Daomiao: "Little brother, what do you think?"

Daomiao lazily replied: "The point of having people do tasks for you is to make life easier. Of course, you’d choose someone obedient. Picking someone disobedient—wouldn’t that just cause trouble for yourself? Sis, you need to use your brain more, or you’ll become a dummy."

Daomang retorted immediately: "You’re the dummy! I’m the smartest."

The Crown Prince and the others, who were engrossed in the play, nearly exclaimed "wow!" when they saw the twins begin bickering.

Watching the twins stir up the Crown Prince and the others’ nerves, the Emperor felt amused. After the twins settled down, the Emperor continued: "Among the people around me, who do you think can help me?"

The twins didn’t answer immediately.

Daomang asked, "Help with what?"

The Emperor: "To organize the memorials."

Daomiao offhandedly said, "If it’s just organizing memorials, then Fourth Brother can do it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s gaze turned toward Xiao Moreng.

Xiao Moreng, noticing the sudden attention, forced himself to suppress his nervousness and continued whispering with Daozi about the opera being performed downstairs.

The Emperor glanced at Xiao Moreng, his eyes flickering briefly, but he didn’t pursue the topic further, instead chatting with the twins.

Seeing the Emperor drop the subject, the Crown Prince and the others sighed with relief.

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