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Chapter 760 This King Remembers

Xu Zize tapped his slender fingers on the table. "If it weren't for him, those two things wouldn't have gone so smoothly. Now, he can't even be honest and return to his roots."

Jing Chunxi felt her throat tighten. She saw the Prince of Yan suddenly look up at the words.

The ticking of the copper water clock in the corner of the study struck at the very tip of her heart. "Daddy isn't a deserter..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. She stared down at the twined branches embroidered on the toe of her shoe. "He's still at Qingshan Villa." As she finished, she noticed four crescent-shaped red marks on her palms from her fingernails.

King Yan was silent.

He stood up and walked to the antique display cabinet, "The Jing family are all good men!" He suddenly said in a decisive tone. When he turned around, the corner of his robe brought up a gust of wind, blowing the candlelight on the table.

Amidst the flickering light and shadow, Jing Chunxi saw Prince Yan take out half a tiger talisman from the box. "The old lady is very understanding of righteousness..." The prince stroked the inscription on the tiger talisman, his voice suddenly softening, "Women are as capable as men."

Jing Chunxi had seen the other half of the tiger talisman, which should be in the hands of his uncle.

The faint sound of a night watchman's drum could be heard outside the window. Prince Yan looked at Jing Chunxi, then suddenly pursed his lips and nodded three times. This gesture was done with great solemnity, each pause a gesture of deep deliberation. "I've remembered all of this."

When the King of Yan spoke again, he had already walked over to the hanging map of the territory and pressed his finger hard on the location of Yamen Village, leaving a shallow dent on the parchment map. "The day after tomorrow, I'll go to Yamen Village with you..."

He traced the mountain line with his fingertips, drawing a circle at the end point. "I'm going to find the old general."

The last sentence was spoken very softly, but it was like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, causing ripples in everyone's heart.

After explaining some things, I feel relieved.

That night, although he was staying in an extremely unfamiliar place, Jing Chunxi still slept very soundly. He did not open his sleepy eyes until he heard the noise outside the house at 9:00 p.m.

"Sister?" The soft little girl's voice was very low, with a tentative tone.

"Sister, sister, get up quickly, big brother said he would take us out to play." The little boy was not so cautious and kept making a lot of noise.

"Xi'er, aren't you awake yet? If you don't get up, you'll have to eat salted fish porridge from Yamen Village tomorrow." Xu Zize said in a teasing tone and gently knocked on the door.

"Wait, right away."

Although you slept very late last night, thankfully you had good sleep quality. Jing Chunxi jumped up, put the clothes on your back on himself, stood up and jumped a few times, and felt extremely refreshed.

After opening the door, Xuecheng, Yunshu, and Wangshu filed in. Yunshu said, "Sister, you're so lazy. We've been up for a while, but you haven't gotten up yet. It's making our stomachs growl."

Xu Zize stood at the door, looking at her with a smile, and scolded her with a smile, "You didn't even notice when your sister went to bed. Lazy pigs like you go to bed right after eating."

His words were immediately answered by the twins, who both made faces and said "Hehe", in such a synchronized manner that one could not help but believe that the twins were indeed telepathically connected.

He moved aside and let the maid bring in some warm water, but he had no intention of coming in himself.

He said, "Breakfast in Chancheng is plentiful and delicious. My brothers and sisters are all clamoring to invite me to eat with them."

After washing up, he went out. The grand ceremony that he had expected for the royal family and nobles to go out did not appear at all. There were only two carriages parked at the door, and only Xu Zize and Qingfeng were riding horses.

A maid and two servants were already waiting by the horse stool. Jing Chunxi took the three little ones to the front carriage. After the maid and servant put away the horse stool, they quickly ran to the rear carriage.

The carriage moved slowly along the bluestone road, its wheels creaking as they rolled over the uneven cracks in the stone. Jing Chunxi lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and the morning light poured in like water, illuminating the three excited little faces inside.

"Do you guys go out often?" Jing Chunxi asked softly as Xue Cheng sat at the innermost side and squeezed next to her.

"No! It's the maids who go out to buy them. It's so cold, they're cold when they get home."

Xue Cheng pointed out the window with her little hand, her eyes sparkling, "There are candy figurines for sale over there!"

Yunshu and Wangshu immediately rushed to the other side window, their two almost identical little faces pressed together, their noses flattened. "Brother, I want to eat that round, golden fried thing!" Yunshu shouted.

"That's Jian Dui." Xu Zize's voice came from outside the car. He rode his horse close to the window and looked at Jing Chunxi. The sunlight cast mottled light and shadow on his well-defined profile. "Chancheng's Jian Dui is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with red bean paste inside. You will definitely like it."

Jing Chunxi noticed that when he said this, the corners of his eyes curved slightly, and the lines were much softer at this moment.

The carriage stopped at a busy street corner. As soon as I stepped off, a variety of aromas hit me—the scorching aroma of fried dough, the fragrance of rice wafting from the steamer, the sweet aroma of simmering syrup, interweaving into an invisible net, gently enveloping me.

"Brother! I want to eat that!" Wangshu pulled Xu Zize's sleeve and pointed to a steaming stall.

Xu Zize: "That's Lunjiao cake. It's made from fermented rice milk and steamed. It's sweet and soft." He turned to look at Jing Chunxi with a questioning look in his eyes, "Would you like to try this first?"

Jing Chunxi was overwhelmed, her mouth watering, not knowing how to choose. She nodded, and Xue Cheng had already pulled her hand and ran forward.

The maid and the boy had already reserved a small table for them. They sat down and waited for their meal, but their eyes kept glancing at the stall next to them.

The stall owner was an old woman with wrinkles all over her face. Seeing that they were dressed luxuriously and hearing Qingfeng's greeting, she hurriedly put a few snow-white cakes on a plate and handed them over.

"Be careful, it's hot." Xu Zize took the pastry, but instead of giving each of them a piece, he used chopsticks to divide it into three portions and gave them to his three younger brothers and sisters first.

Then he divided it into two portions, and gave the smaller portion to Jing Chunxi, explaining, "There are so many delicious foods in Chancheng, don't get full with just one piece."

His fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of her hand, warm and rough.

Yun Shu couldn't wait to take a big bite, and immediately gasped at the heat. "Hot! Hot!" He opened his mouth and exhaled hot air like a little goldfish.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to snatch it from you." Seeing that the soy milk was also hot, he took out the cowhide water bag from his waist and handed it to Yun Shu, "Drink some water, don't burn your tongue."

Jing Chunxi took small bites of the Lunjiao cake. The sweet but not greasy rice aroma melted in her mouth, along with a light aroma of fermented wine. It was completely different from the rice cakes she usually ate, and also different from the ones she had eaten in Jiangmen County.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "It's delicious."

Looking at Xu Zize lowering his head and patiently taking care of his younger brother, she felt a strange warmth in her heart. At this moment, he was as gentle as an ordinary brother.