When the crucial vote was cast, everyone in the room realized:

As a member of the family, the orange cat also had the right to vote and could cast a valuable vote!

Its sudden participation led to an unexpected turn of events that resulted in an irreversible outcome.

With the current vote count at three to two, there was no one left in the room to vote next;

which meant that:

With the assistance of the orange cat, the proposal to move house was officially decided.

"Majority rules, this is a democratic outcome, you two should accept it."

Cai and Lucia had participated in the voting earlier;

now, these two girls could not say anything more or refuse to acknowledge the "voting" process.

When the decision to move became final, the entire Wang family started to take action.

Setting aside the belongings in the room, at the very least, those girls, including Wang Xiaole, planned to take quite a few things with them.

But how exactly could they bring them to the palace?

Wang Xiaole held his arms, lost in thought.

After a while, an idea came to him, and he laid out several new sleeping bags he had just bought today in a row on the floor.

The reason he bought so many sleeping bags was to prevent a situation like yesterday; together with the one purchased yesterday, there were a total of four sleeping bags,

Wang Xiaole's plan was:

In case there was a sudden attack by the disciples one day, and Freya and the others had no chance to leave the room, they would all hide in the sleeping bags.

Looking closely, one would notice:

Each sleeping bag had a slightly different size;

From left to right, they corresponded to sizes small (S), medium (M), large (L), and extra-large (XL).

"Come on, everyone 'get into your bag'... Mewo White, don't lie down randomly, your size S is over there."

After arranging the four girls, before long, Isabella's voice was heard outside the door again:

"Master, are you ready?"

"Alright, I'm good to go, come in."

After granting permission to enter the room, Wang Xiaole casually stood like a slanted pine tree.

With a creak, the door opened, and Isabella entered;

followed by a group of tall, robust women with biceps on their arms.

"Master, the movers have arrived, which items in this room are you reluctant to part with?"

As Wang Xiaole had been busy handling the girls' affairs earlier, he had not had time to seriously consider the specifics of moving.

Asked by his disciples, the master began to think with his hand on his head.

"I need to take that, that one too, and... "

Wang Xiaole's indecisiveness was reaching its peak;

even if he were to visit a hospital and be diagnosed by a doctor, the verdict would surely be "no cure."

Even in front of his disciples and strangers, he continued to mutter:

"I don't want to give up any of these things, what should I do? If only I could take them all."

"Then take them all!"

With a wave of her right hand and a commander-like gesture, Isabella ordered the movers to start their operation.

Bookshelf, moved;

Kitchen utensils, moved;

The entire bed, moved!

The movers did not leave behind a single piece of furniture; everything that could be moved, regardless of size, was not spared.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaole knew in advance that these people were hired by his apprentice, otherwise he might have misunderstood:

These are not ruthless mountain bandits.

Of course, Wang Xiaole now lives in a hotel, and he will personally compensate the hotel owner for the moved furniture later.

As the things inside the house became fewer and fewer, Isabella's gaze inevitably fell on a row of sleeping bags.

"Master, what are these for?" she asked.

"Oh, those, the sleeping bags are all filled with beloved life-size dolls from my heart," he replied.

"All of these? I only remember seeing one yesterday when we arrived."

"Yesterday was yesterday. For delicate girls like me, new clothes and dolls are never too many."

Although Isabella wanted to say something, she hesitated to comment on her master's personal interests.

"Never mind, since these are things you love, let them all be moved," he said.

Just as the sturdy women were about to bend down to pick up the sleeping bags, Wang Xiaole raised his voice and reminded, "Be careful, those dolls are very fragile. Handle them gently, especially the smallest one!"

This request posed some difficulty.

The sturdy women might have delicate hearts, but their actions were quite bold, not suitable for this overly "gentle" work.

Having them move the sleeping bags was clearly not very practical; it might even cause some minor damage to the girl dolls hidden inside.

Realizing this, Wang Xiaole hesitated for a moment, but then took a step forward boldly, proclaiming, "Enough, I will personally take care of the most important task!"

"But there are four sleeping bags, Master. You can't carry them all at once."

"What else can we do? Someone has to do it."

In fact, there was another solution, and in the next moment, Isabella demonstrated it through her actions.

The elegant Queen, now serving as a laborer for her important master, took on the role that the maids typically performed and picked up a medium-sized sleeping bag with Koi inside.

For the latter:

It was better to roll unnoticed to the palace than be held by the former this way.

After picking up a sleeping bag, Isabella told her master, "Let's each carry two, like this division of labor; we can move all the sleeping bags at once."

The proposal was suitable for the current situation.

From Wang Xiaole's perspective, he indeed couldn’t leave half of the sleeping bags in this empty room.

The only small problem that stood before him was:

Which two sleeping bags to carry?

Before the individual’s indecisiveness could surface again, Isabella spoke up, "Master, am I mistaken? It seems like a larger sleeping bag just rolled up to your feet."

It seemed that Isabella was almost about to jump to a conclusion:

The dolls in the sleeping bags have self-awareness and will actively choose their carriers.

Wang Xiaole glanced down and didn't need to check the model numbers. He could roughly guess who was being proactive in this situation.

On the surface, he had to dispel his disciple's doubts:

"Disciple, don't misunderstand. Just now, a sudden gust of wind blew the sleeping bag in front of master's feet."

"To think that something so heavy could be blown up... Could there be a typhoon approaching the capital?"

Thud!

Isabella felt a slight thump on her back, but she didn't dwell on it, simply brushing it off as a figment of her imagination and moved on.

From her perspective:

It seemed more preferable that she was lifted by Lucia, not by Isabella.

If Lucia had listened to the conversation just now, she definitely wouldn't have lightly bumped into Isabella's back with her head.

In a short while, Wang Xiaole picked up two sleeping bags, holding Lucia with his left hand and Freya with his right hand.

Leaving the lighter Mewo White to his disciple;

he thought this arrangement would certainly lighten the load for the others.

The furniture was taken away by the movers, with four sleeping bags requiring two people to carry;

there was still one easily overlooked family member remaining.

"Meow meow meow (Don't forget about me)!"

The orange cat approached, appearing in front of Isabella, causing her to instinctively crouch down.

"A big cat, where did it come from?"

"I picked it up from the roadside a long time ago and have been taking care of it. You didn't see it yesterday because it happened to be out."

"Oh, so you raised it? It's clear that you care a lot about this cat, otherwise, it wouldn't be so chubby."

"Meow (Do you have a say in whether I'm chubby or not)?"

The orange cat flicked its tail, swatting away the hand reaching towards its fur, then disdainfully took a few steps back.

"When I go to the palace, can I continue to keep it?"

Wang Xiaole was worried that the cat couldn't come along and would have to continue living on the streets.

But the answer he received eased his concerns:

"You can take it with you! When master feels lonely, let it keep you company."

"That's great. This cat is very clever; it will follow the moving team on its own, so we don't need to worry about it."

"That's even better..."

After that, Isabella looked around the room, confirming once more:

"Is this everything that needs to be taken? Master, do you have anything else you want to bring?"

"No, this is all we need to take."

After all, there was no way to bring anything else.

The entire room had been nearly emptied out at this point, resembling a scene after a raid.

After making sure nothing was left behind, Wang Xiaole took one last look at the place he had been staying for a while and left without turning back.

On the way to the palace, he and his disciple sat together in the carriage, saving them the effort of walking;

now that their legs were getting some rest, Wang Xiaole didn't put down the two sleeping bags but held them tightly to his chest.

Lost in thought, the time spent on the journey passed in a blink of an eye for those in the carriage.

When the two of them felt the carriage come to a stop and turned to look outside, they realized they had arrived at their destination.

Stepping down from the carriage, Wang Xiaole looked up at the majestic palace, casting a shadow under the bright sun.

In his mind, he was mentally preparing himself to reside in this place for a long time.

The girls who came with him were also going to stay in this place, and from now on, they would have to engage in the lengthy task of concealment.

Otherwise:

If Isabella ever discovered other girls in the master's room one day, the situation would certainly be amusing.

"Master, please!"

After Isabella, unaccustomed to issuing invitations, took a step forward again.

Two figures carrying burdens on their backs, at the same moment, walked side by side into the palace.