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

At the Corning Courtyard, Old Madam Jing, Yao, stuffed a square mahogany box into Jing Qiurong's hand and pushed her, saying, "Go quickly, go quickly." Her voice was hoarse and a little reluctant.

She glanced at her granddaughter who had hurried over to greet her, and, trying hard to hold back the tears that threatened to burst out, she resisted the urge to hug her. Her voice was a little choked as she pushed her hard, "Go quickly with your mother, and leave us alone."

Chu Chunxi stumbled and nearly fell from the push. If it weren't for the young lady's affectionate call of "Grandma," and the sight of the old lady's loving yet heartbroken expression, Tang Shuang would have been unable to retract her already half-raised fist. She could only awkwardly circle her hand in front of her, not feeling embarrassed at all, and even moved her feet to indicate she was exercising.

"Grandma, you and grandpa are the pillars of the General's Mansion, and grandpa still needs your care. Don't make any noise, eat well, there are Sister Xi and mother outside." Chu Chunxi did not cry, but quickly threw herself into her grandmother's arms, rubbed her slightly trembling hands with her head, then raised her head and said these words to her firmly.

In her previous life, apart from her mother, the person who loved her the most was her grandmother. She always left the best things for her every time she came back. Because of her unreasonable complaints, her grandmother wanted to beat up her cousins ​​who were wrongly accused every time.

Madam Jing couldn't help but be stunned: "Sister Xi!"

Xijie'er was different now. She felt as if her granddaughter had grown up a lot and knew how to comfort people. She could no longer hold back her tears: the eldest daughter of a wealthy family who should have been pampered, had suddenly grown up in a short time due to the unexpected changes in her maternal family.

Jing Qiurong had already stopped crying, but now seeing her mother like this, she couldn't help but rush over and hug them and cry together. The tears finally flowed like a floodgate, and she couldn't hold it back any longer. She had endured it for too long and she didn't want to endure it anymore.

Afraid that his mother would burst into tears if he didn't stop her in time, Chu Chunxi quickly wiped his own eyes and helped his grandmother wipe away her tears.

She turned her head to look at her third uncle Jing Changning, who had just been leaning against her mother and was now silent. This tall, handsome man, who had won the first place in the imperial examination last spring, did not have much gloom on his face. However, his usual humorous and teasing nature had changed, and his expression was terribly dull.

Third Uncle is dressed neatly, his hair neatly combed. I wonder if he's had breakfast yet. If they haven't come, he should be getting ready for duty at the Hanlin Academy, right?

"Third uncle, is everything arranged? ...And eldest uncle..."

Chu Chunxi said this almost close to Jing Changan's ear, because as soon as she turned around, she pulled off her uncle's clothes with force, forcing him to squat and hug her. There was no other way, because her third uncle was too tall and she couldn't reach him.

"..." Her question made Jing Changning feel a little confused. He thought his niece was still a little kid who didn't understand anything and that this was the time for her to cry. But she said this as if she knew exactly what he had arranged.

"Except for a few people who have been sent out for other purposes, the rest will all follow your mother's arrangements. Sister Xi and your brother must listen to mother, protect them, and wait for uncle to return."

Third Uncle still treated her like a glutinous rice dumpling, but he explained everything in a few words. Finally, as if to prevent her from worrying too much, he added, "Well, eldest uncle, the carrier pigeon has been released. I hope it will be faster than the emperor's decree."

Hearing this, Chu Chunxi finally felt relieved. His uncle was insightful and wise. He meant that besides those sent out, he would also leave people for his mother, which meant that he would not sit idly by and wait for death. Fortunately, he was a flexible person and not a pedantic scholar.

My uncle Jing Changjiang was too far away, and no one informed him of the news in advance in his previous life. He must have been captured later. In his previous life, he was directly detained and stripped of his military power. The soldiers who supported him shed blood to save him. In the end, my uncle did not have a good end. After his death, he was nailed to the city wall of the Western Region for public display, and his body was never found.

Man proposes, God disposes. There is nothing else she can do. She can only pray every day in the future that her uncle can escape unscathed.

But now with the planning and arrangements of my third uncle, the truth may not be as bad as we imagined.

When she and her mother were driven out by her grandmother and third uncle for the last time, no one else in the house was alarmed. It was past the usual morning and evening visits, and she didn't see her three aunts, and even her legitimate cousins ​​didn't show up, but her grandmother and third uncle were still calm.

Even if they knew the news in advance, it would be impossible to escape. This is not in line with the loyal and proud style of the Jing family. They will face the guillotine head-on, otherwise they will have to bear the identity of fugitives for the rest of their lives, just like a rat in a black hole, barely surviving.

"When grandpa is carried back later, apply medicine to him immediately. This water... can be used to wipe the wound, or taken with the medicine powder." She almost forgot to take out the two bottles of gold wound medicine and several packets of anti-inflammatory powder in her arms. She just thought of it and exchanged them with the silver in the space. The price was not cheap. Although she didn't understand medical knowledge, she knew from the instructions above that it was for life-saving use. She stuffed it directly into the arms of her third uncle before leaving his arms.

"Being carried back?" Jing Chang'an's pupils shrank, and a sudden surge of hatred emerged. However, realizing that he was facing his little niece, his expression changed again, but it could not return to its original gentleness. He then took the water bag from his niece, clenching his fists so tightly that they had already drawn blood, and forgot to question how his niece knew the news from the palace!

In the space, wisps of white smoke were rising from the well water in the house. Chu Chunxi felt inexplicably that it was a breath of fairy air. It tasted very sweet and was different from the well water she usually drank. For no reason, she felt a little strange, so she brought out a full water bag, thinking that even if it couldn't heal her grandfather's injuries, it should be fine to drink it. At least it could make her grandfather feel at ease - full of sugar and no ice.

The moment they stepped out of the door, Jing Qiurong's steps were unsteady. Tang Shuang supported her step by step, and glanced at the lady who was following closely with the corner of her eyes.

Chu Chunxi suddenly felt a pang of anxiety. He looked up at his third uncle, who had followed him out. He was looking at him with a complicated expression: This niece usually came home and played with her nephews and nieces, relying on her grandparents' love to pretend to cry and complain about unreasonable things. But now, facing life and death, she was calm, especially after speaking to him just now. She felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, as if she had won a game of chess.

The graceful girl with a determined gaze looks more like a fairy who has come with some important mission. Is she still his niece?

Where had she been just now? He had just arranged for the family's loyal servants and guards, and wanted to go into the storeroom to collect some valuables for them to take out, but he found that there was no valuables in it. Most of the good things he had remembered in his heart were gone.

Although General Jing's mansion didn't have much money, it was heavily guarded, like an iron barracks. Emptying everything, big or small, overnight and quietly was impossible. Could this be related to his niece running around the mansion as soon as she entered? Could he have someone behind the scenes?

Sister Xi was indeed a little strange today.

But I thought: She is still an eight-year-old girl. Even if she recruits a lot of people in such a short time, she can't accomplish such a big thing without leaving any trace. I shook my head and looked at my niece's harmless face. Then I thought I was overthinking it. Maybe God couldn't bear to see them being wronged and was helping them!

It's just a pity to waste that money.

It would be fine if it was Sister Xi who took it away. She could just think of it as the three uncles giving the dowry first, so that there would be no regrets if there was no chance in the future.