The Princess of Northern Land

"The heavens are so unfair, why did that dead girl who was snatched by the Tatars come back?" Yan Family muttered to herself with a mix of sighs and complaints. "Mom, what are you talking about? I’m hungry, why haven’t you started cooking yet?" Ma Youcai came back and dove into the kitchen, but both pots in the kitchen were empty, spotless.

So he had to go and look for Yan Family.

"Still not preparing food for the child, you do nothing at home all day, don’t even cook meals on time, what can you do right?" Ma Dalang’s anger had no outlet.

The words of Ma Youcai gave him just the right target and reason to vent his anger.

"Isn’t it just starting to get dark?" Yan Family answered, puffing up with irritation as she reluctantly stood up and headed toward the kitchen.

From the small yard next door, the laughter of grandchildren and the calls from Huang Family telling the kids to be careful could be heard.

These sounds were incredibly grating to her ears.

On the second day of the new year, under the insistence of that wretched Huang Family, the eldest son’s family had finally split off. It was one thing to divide the household, but Huang Family actually created a fuss about cutting ties with this side. Because of a scar on a child’s face, Yan Family had to soften in front of Huang Family and Lou Zheng, and since the head of the household was someone who cared about face, after all the bickering, by the fourth day of the new year, Huang Family had her wish granted.

Even more infuriating, it wasn’t their own problem that the daughter-in-law made a fuss about, but after the eldest son divided the household, on the fifth day, he found people to build a wall to separate the courtyard, and now basically there was no interaction between the two sides, and even the kids were unwilling to come over.