An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Daqing Dynasty,

Chaoxiayuan, Pingyanghou Mansion, Kyoto.

October 8th, at the hour of Mao.

"Mother! Mother! Wuuu! Wake up! Wake up! Wuuu..."

A young and naive little girl spoke in a very anxious and crying voice, and did not stop even though the maidservant gently comforted and asked questions.

Yes,

Chu Chunxi was reborn when she was eight years old, with all the memories of her previous life when she only lived to the age of fifteen.

"Sister Xi? ...Why are you up so early? Did you have a nightmare? Come to mother's bed quickly."

Jing Qiurong was a light sleeper to begin with, and was suddenly awakened by her daughter's crying. She struggled to sit up and looked outside. At this time of autumn, it was still dark outside the window, and it was still early.

The door opened, and with the sound of the girl's hurried footsteps, the night watchman Qingyi also followed in. He fumbled to light an oil lamp, and there was finally some light in the room.

Chu Chunxi had a small body, but his shadow was so long that it rushed in from the doorway, extending all the way to Jing Qiurong's tent in the inner room, and became hazy.

Qingyi followed and said apologetically to the lady in a low voice, "I wonder if the young lady is having a nightmare? She was crying and making a fuss about looking for the lady, and even lost one of her shoes."

"Mother! Wuuwu!" A soft and delicate cry came from the child who had been raised in the Marquis' Mansion since childhood and was only eight years old. He always liked to rush into her arms with his brother.

"Sister Xi, come up quickly. The ground is cold. Come to your mother quickly." Jing Qiurong's voice was anxious and tender with motherly tenderness. She turned slightly to the side and stretched out her right hand outside the tent to help her daughter. Sister Xi was spoiled and would occasionally ask to come and sleep with her for a night. She had long been accustomed to it.

"Mother, hurry up! General Jing's mansion is about to be ransacked. It's too late!"

"Ah!" Jing Qiurong was so scared that she immediately sat up straight, with one leg immediately stepping over the edge of the bed.

"The young lady must have had a nightmare and hasn't woken up yet." Qingyi still found it funny and quickly reminded the frightened lady, fearing that she would take the young lady's words seriously.

Jing Qiurong also found it funny that she suddenly lost her composure: The child is dreaming!

Chu Chunxi's petite body had already rushed to her mother's bedside and grabbed her outstretched hand. "Mother, believe Sister Xi, it's true! The emperor will immediately issue an order at the morning court to confiscate my grandfather's family and property on the charge of treason. There's no time, mother! Wuuwu!"

Before his mother could react, Chu Chunxi quickly opened the curtains and climbed onto the bed. He grabbed Jing Qiurong's arm so hard that it hurt, and then hugged her shoulders tightly, squeezing against her and crying loudly. He was so frightened and anxious that he had never looked like that before, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Jing Qiurong couldn't help but frown and patted her little body to comfort her.

"What are you talking about, kid?" Seeing her mother hugging her and trying to coax her, and even kissing her little face, but not in a hurry and not believing it, Chu Chunxi was very anxious.

She should be delighted to see her mother again in this new life, who had passed away long ago. She also wants to preserve the warmth that she no longer has in her past life. However, she knows that she has no time to waste, so she can only vent her feelings by crying loudly.

There was no time, no time. She was reborn two hours before her grandparents' house was to be raided and sealed off. When she woke up and realized what was about to happen, she hurried over.

I quickly tried my best to control my tears and whispered in my mother's ear, "Mother, please believe me. Otherwise, we won't be able to save my grandfather's family, and we will die miserably."

She emphasized the word "very miserable," pausing between each word without even a sob. From the moment her daughter entered the house, her logic and the words she spoke didn't sound like those of an eight-year-old. It was as if she had become a completely different person. Jing Qiurong couldn't help but feel slightly surprised.

Seeing that his mother still didn't respond and her body just stiffened, Chu Chunxi quickly hugged her head tightly and turned it towards him while the curtain was not completely opened, forcing his mother to look directly at him, with greater strength than ever before.

Yes, she was reborn with all the memories of her past life. Since her mother thought it was a nightmare, she would just treat it as a dream, as long as she could make her mother believe it.

Seeing her daughter's very calm and serious eyes, Jing Qiurong finally came to her senses, but she still didn't understand what was going on, nor did she understand where her daughter, who never left the house, came from saying such words.

He picked up the pillow behind his mother with one hand and covered her mouth with the other hand, signaling her not to make any sound. The pillow shook in front of her, and then suddenly disappeared from her sight.

Time is running out. In order to make my mother believe me as soon as possible and follow her ideas, I can no longer hide the golden finger that I have after my rebirth.

Afraid that the light was too dim and her mother couldn't see clearly, she whispered in her ear, "It was the fairy aunt who came to Xijie'er in a dream, telling her to go back quickly to tell her grandmother and uncle. She also gave Xijie'er a treasure bag that can hold many, many things."

The pillow that had just disappeared immediately reappeared in front of my mother.

Jing Qiurong's pupils shrank. Her daughter's anxious movements and eyes really didn't seem like a nightmare. Moreover, even though the light in the tent was not very strong, she could still see the strange scene clearly. The thing disappeared and reappeared out of thin air. Even a god could not explain it.

Could it be that what my daughter said was true?

It was suddenly so quiet that Qingyi, who was standing outside the tent, didn't think that the lady and the young lady had fallen asleep immediately. For no reason, she suddenly felt sweat oozing from her palms.

"Qingyi, hurry up and get the young lady's clothes and shoes, don't let her catch a cold." Although the maid was his confidant, he still had to find a way to get her out of the way first.

It was almost dawn, and her father, General Jing Yongcheng, should have gone out to court. If what his daughter said was true, then there would be big trouble. "The door would be closed and the house confiscated" - then she would have no family home left, and she didn't know what would happen to her family. She couldn't just ignore it, and she didn't have much time left.

Seeing that his mother was already about 70% convinced, Chu Chunxi quickly said, "Aunt Qingyi, wake up Aunt Mi and Aunt Ziyi."

Qingyi had already walked to the door after hearing the lady's instructions. When he heard the young lady's words, he quickly turned his head to look at the bed with the mosquito net still hanging, and his footsteps only paused slightly.

This time, Jing Qiurong didn't hesitate at all and ordered outside the tent: "Qingyi, listen to the young lady, hurry up."

Qingyi ran out immediately after hearing this. She didn't hear the rest of what the young lady said, but she heard clearly the first part about closing the door and confiscating the property. Could it be that the Marquis or the Prince knew the news in the palace in advance and let the young lady overhear it?