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Chapter 681 The General Has No Shoes

This outcome was exactly what Jing Changjiang had anticipated. The three of them, father and son, had been in the North for at least a few decades, and were intimately familiar with the small border nations. However, during their usual conversations, neither of them had mentioned discovering a swamp.

He frowned, his heart full of anxiety, but he knew that now was not the time to be anxious. He had to calm down and think carefully about what to do next.

Now he no longer doubted the authenticity of Jing Chunxi's dream, but was very sure that it was the fairy aunt who was telling him the dream, and that his second brother was indeed in great danger and was waiting for them to rescue him.

He recalled what Jing Chunxi said before he fainted. The description of the dream was too short.

He was now both happy and sad. Happy that his second brother was still alive, but sad that he didn't know how to find him or how to save his life. He looked at the sky outside the window, feeling helpless. He didn't know what to do, and could only hope that Jing Chunxi would wake up soon and tell him more about the dream.

More importantly, Xi Jie'er was with him, but he didn't protect her well. If something happened, how would he explain it to his sister and family?

Because of Jing Chunxi's matter, Jing Changjiang and Xu Zize could be said to have stayed up all night.

How many times had they sat by Jing Chunxi's bed, looking at her lifeless face, their hearts filled with anxiety. They dared not close their eyes, fearing that they would miss the moment Jing Chunxi woke up, and also worried that she would not wake up.

"General, General," Jing Changjiang was so irritable that he couldn't sleep. He leaned on the couch holding a military book but couldn't read a single word. When he heard the urgent call, he was so scared that he jumped out of bed and ran out to open the door without even putting on his shoes, fearing that something had happened to Jing Chunxi.

Xiao Man ran in a hurry. When she saw the door open, she immediately reported, "The young lady has woken up, General." Her voice was originally full of excitement, but when she saw the general's bare feet, she quickly put away her smile and turned to run. As she ran, she shouted, "The young lady said she was hungry as soon as she woke up. The prince is feeding her porridge. General, don't worry, put on your shoes and come back."

"You..." Jing Changjiang was furious at the teasing of a little kid on his back, but he had nothing to say.

When he turned around, he noticed that he was not only barefoot, but also had not put down the military book in his hand.

However, looking at his feet and then at the military book in his hand, he suddenly felt in a good mood and couldn't help laughing. The anxiety and worry that had been suppressed for two days were finally released at this moment.

Great, Sister Xi is awake!

He quickly returned to the bed, put on his shoes, turned around and ran out, unable to wait any longer.

After finishing the porridge, Jing Chunxi still felt a little tired. She leaned against the headboard, frowned slightly, closed her eyes, and let Xu Zize stare at her.

But when she heard the familiar footsteps coming from outside, she still tried to adjust herself. Soon, her uncle Jing Changjiang walked in.

Seeing her leaning on the bed and looking up at him, Jing Changjiang's eyes became moist. He strode forward and sat on the stool, holding her hands with both hands.

Jing Chunxi pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a weak smile, and greeted softly, "Uncle."

Jing Changjiang nodded, his eyes filled with concern and comfort. Jing Chunxi closed his eyes and lay there for another half a minute, trying to regain some of his composure.

Until Xu Zize drove Xiaoman and Chuntao out and closed the door. Facing the two of them, Jing Chunxi opened his eyes, still lying in bed, and told them his dream from beginning to end.

When she recounted the dream, her eyes were filled with confusion, as if she was still wandering in the dream. At first, she just spoke softly.

She described the scene in her dream: a desolate Gobi Desert, with yellow sand filling the sky and howling winds, as if even the heavens and the earth were being swallowed by this endless desolation. Yet, within this desolation, there were patches of emerald green grassland, as green as emerald, full of vitality.

In the middle of the grassland is a large depression, in the middle of which is a clear lake with rippling water, as if it were a paradise in the desert.

There were shallows around the lake, yet vast expanses of swampland. She described it in such detail that it felt as if she were actually there, with every detail clearly visible.

At first, Jing Changjiang remained remarkably calm. He sat beside the bed, his hands on his knees, listening attentively to Jing Chunxi's story. However, upon hearing that his brother was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, and near death, his heart suddenly sank. A flash of pain flashed in his eyes, as if the injured person were himself.

He couldn't help but clench his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't notice it. He whispered, "You said there's both the Gobi Desert and the prairie there, and there's an oasis in the depression, and there's swampland all around?" His voice trembled, as if he couldn't believe it.

Jing Changjiang was completely shocked. Not only had he never seen such a place, he had never even heard of it.

The Gobi Desert is already desolate and arid. How could there be vast expanses of grassland in such a place? Aren't grasslands, oases, and swamps typically found in places with abundant rainfall? How could they coexist with the desert?

Those contradictory images kept appearing in his mind, but he couldn't piece together a reasonable explanation.

Although Xu Zize had never been to the north, he had read a lot of travel notes and had a general understanding of the entire Daqing Dynasty and its surrounding areas.

He sat across from Jing Changjiang, his hands folded on his knees, listening attentively to Jing Chunxi's story. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, but more of a curiosity about the unknown.

However, he had never heard of such a place, either in books or from hearsay.

They both found it incredible. But Jing Chunxi described it so vividly that it felt as if they were actually there.

Jing Changhe's disappearance was caused by his deep involvement in Tatar territory, and his body was never found. Although the Jing family later built a cenotaph for him, everyone in the family still held onto hope, believing he was still alive. Jing Changjiang was no exception.

There had always been a voice in his heart telling him that his brother was still alive, just lost in the desolate north. And now, Jing Chunxi told him that his brother was still somewhere waiting for them to find him. How could he not be excited?

"My uncle will arrange someone to look for her right away." Jing Changjiang sighed in his heart as he spoke, feeling uncertain.

Although now that I have listened to Jing Chunxi's detailed account, I can look for it according to the specific details she described, but it is still not easy to find it.

The long journey from Lingnan to the north surfaced in his mind. Just getting there would take over a month, even at full speed. Would Jing Changhe still be alive by then? Had he been waiting in that swamp? His heart was filled with worry and uneasiness.