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“Dine with me!”

It was almost dinner time. Jing Chunxi sat down in the hall and called Xiaoman, knowing that he must not have eaten at this time.

When Xiaoman heard this, she immediately responded happily, "Okay!" without being polite at all.

He walked over quickly and sat opposite Jing Chunxi.

Unlike other servants, Xiao Man was not reserved in front of her master. She used to exercise with Jing Chunxi every day and eat at the same table with him, so she was already used to this way of getting along.

He picked up the chopsticks and was about to speak, but he saw Jing Chunxi didn't even use a spoon. He directly picked up the soup bowl and drank half a bowl of soup in a few gulps. The speed was so fast that Xiaoman was a little dumbfounded.

Such a heroic aura had never been seen in Qingshan Villa. Even he, an authentic village boy, felt ashamed of himself. That posture was a bit like his grandfather who didn't like to sit on stools, always liked to squat at the door, and gulp down half a bowl of hot porridge.

"Eat quickly, and we'll talk after you finish." Jing Chunxi urged as she ate. Her movements were quick and decisive, and she quickly devoured a few mouthfuls of braised pork and a small bowl of rice. Xiao Man watched her wolf down her food and couldn't help but ask, "Miss, are you exercising again?"

Jing Chunxi's mouth was full, and he answered vaguely, "I ran back and forth to Gantang Town."

As he spoke, Jing Chunxi scooped a few spoonfuls of steamed eggs into his bowl, stirred it a few times with chopsticks, and swallowed it along with half a bowl of rice.

Jing Chunxi didn't raise her head until Chuntao helped her add a second bowl of rice.

Seeing Xiao Man still in a daze, she couldn't help but urge him, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen it before? This is our lunch and dinner together, so you should eat quickly. I can't wait for you to dawdle."

Xiaoman finally came to her senses and hurriedly lowered her head to eat her meal. She also ate a few pieces of braised pork and a few chopsticks of each dish.

In fact, he was also very tired today. He was busy all day. In addition to looking for the little beggar, he was also taken by the little beggar to meet many people. He was very busy.

By the time he finished eating, Jing Chunxi had almost finished her own. She put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and then asked, "Where's his letter?"

Xiao Man sighed and said helplessly, "The little beggar didn't bring it. She mumbled and said her mother didn't have time to write it. When I asked her more, she said there was no need to send it."

Xiao Man frowned, a hint of confusion in her tone: "Miss, do you think something happened to his family? Or is it that his family can't come to rescue them? Did they abandon them?"

Xiaoman has so many ideas.

Jing Chunxi just felt strange. She frowned and thought for a while, then said, "That shouldn't be the case! Didn't he say that he had a carriage and horses, and servants with him when the accident happened? Even if he wasn't rich, at least his family was not short of money.

Besides, how could something go wrong so easily? Could the whole family be in trouble? No one is left alive? Even if I ask someone to bring money to rescue them, that's fine."

She recalled the little beggar's appearance that day. When he heard that she was going to help him deliver the letter, his face was full of excitement and anticipation. She really couldn't understand why he changed his mind now.

Xiao Man nodded, also feeling that this reason was somewhat unreasonable. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Could it be that you are worried about us?" He looked up at Jing Chunxi and saw that she also looked confused, so he tentatively proposed this idea.

Jing Chunxi was silent for a while, then shook his head, his tone somewhat helpless: "Forget it then, don't ask again in the future."

She sighed, feeling a little disappointed. She had only intended to offer a small favor, but she had been misunderstood. There was no point dwelling on the matter; after all, offering such a favor was inherently nosy.

Others are not anxious, so why should she be anxious? It is not worth it to add trouble to irrelevant people!

"There's only enough rice left at the house over there to cook tonight."

Jing Chunxi wasn't surprised by Xiao Man's first words. She smiled slightly, looking relieved. "So many messages exchanged? I'll pull some over from here later."

Xiao Man nodded, took out a stack of papers from her sleeve pocket, and handed it to Jing Chunxi: "These are all written by the little beggar himself. I haven't had time to organize them."

Jing Chunxi took the paper but didn't open it immediately. She had long suspected that the little beggar might be able to read. After all, in that era, if a family had a little money, even if a boy couldn't finish school, he would still go to a private school for a few years. He wouldn't be blind.

She unfolded the rolled-up paper, which was actually only three sheets, and each one had words written on it that didn't even meet the required standards. Before Jing Chunxi could even read the contents of the paper, she was stunned by the words inside.

It was a beautifully written regular script, its structure rigorous and neat, each character as round and delicate as a pearl. Although the strokes between the left and right strokes lacked strength, making them appear a little immature, there was still a sense of elegance that was pleasing to the eye.

"The little beggar probably started learning calligraphy when he was three or four years old." Jing Chunxi blurted out. This was just her guess. Most children could not learn such good handwriting in three or four years.

Children who can receive education at the age of three or four either have a teacher at home or have parents who are extremely knowledgeable and who not only provide adequate instruction but also have children who are willing to learn.

Xiao Man didn't say anything for a long time, just silently looking at Jing Chunxi. After a long time, he slowly said: "Listening to his words and actions, he definitely doesn't come from an ordinary family."

Jing Chunxi nodded, and did not intend to continue asking questions. Instead, he began to seriously study the information he had obtained.

"The prefect of Jiujiang County, Chen Zhengtang, has two concubines and one concubine while in office. Miss Xichun, the top concubine in Manchun Courtyard, is his confidante."

Jing Chunxi frowned. The Jiujiang County Magistrate was so romantic that he even dared to visit prostitutes.

"The magistrate of Xunyang County, Cui Huaping, won the title of top scholar in the imperial examination in the 23rd year of the Dasheng reign. He has a wife and a concubine who have already given him a son. He also has a teenage mistress, surnamed Qiu, who lives in Taoyuan Lane near the north gate."

It's true that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

Seeing this, Jing Chunxi closed his eyes, then opened them again and breathed a sigh of relief.

She had a memory of "Manchunyuan," a brothel on Xunyang City's most prosperous, bustling street. She also remembered that Tao Jin had treated her to a painful meal at "Zuixianglou," a brothel near "Manchunyuan."

But why didn't she believe that it was written by a child around seven years old?

"Did the little beggar write this in front of you?" Jing Chunxi became suspicious and couldn't help asking.

It would be understandable if the handwriting was better, as it shows that he worked hard, but the language is summarized so concisely that it seems to clearly understand what message they want.

Xiaoman on the opposite side shook her head, but Jing Chunxi didn't have time to figure out who wrote the words.

She focused her attention on the specific content of the paper.

Cui Huaping, the county magistrate, actually passed the exam in the 23rd year of Daqing, and was in the same class as my third uncle.

My third uncle, the top scholar, was a small editor in the Hanlin Academy before he was exiled, while the third place scholar had already been sent to work as an official.

Although he was only a seventh-rank county magistrate, Xunyang County was not an ordinary county. It was the center of Jiujiang County, with extremely convenient land and water transportation and a rare geographical location. The county magistrate position was also a lucrative one.

If I hadn't lined up in advance and had no one to support me, I would definitely not have reached this position.

Now Jing Chunxi understood that Chen Zhengtang and Cui Huaping were both the prince's men, and were also the ones who impeached his grandfather.

She couldn't help but feel a little complicated. This information made her realize that the situation she was in was more complicated and dangerous than she had imagined. If she didn't find a way to cut off the prince's left and right arms, revenge would be even more difficult, and it might become the last straw that broke the camel's back for the General's Mansion.