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

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Sister, stop being so conceited. You know mother is partial to you.

In order to make several sets of dresses for your sister, your mother started thinking about them from the day you left home, and she also found the best embroiderer in town to sew them for you.

Only Pu Ge'er's outfit remains the same, always a light grey student uniform."

Pu Ge'er spoke in a muffled voice, leaning on Jing Chunxi's shoulder, but he had a sincere smile on his face when he looked in the bronze mirror.

My sister finally came back. My mother was happy and he was happy too.

There was a hint of teasing in his voice, yet a hint of intimacy, as if he was complaining about his mother's favoritism, but his eyes were full of doting on his sister.

"Who told you you were picked up?" Jing Chunxi pinched Pu Ge'er's face lightly with his backhand, and a faint red mark immediately appeared on his face.

"Ouch! My sister hit me!" Pu Ge'er jumped up exaggeratedly and glared at Jing Chunxi playfully. His voice was a little aggrieved, but also a little playful, and he seemed to be enjoying this kind of playful play between siblings.

"What are you still dawdling about? It's almost dark, why don't you let your sister come out for dinner!" Jing Qiurong's voice came from outside, but she didn't come in. She just urged them to remind them that it was getting late.

Not hearing any movement inside, Jing Qiurong shouted again: "Sister Xi, hurry up and wash up, it's time for dinner." The tone of her voice was obviously different before and after, this time it was much gentler, as if she was worried that Jing Chunxi would be hungry.

Pu Ge'er stuck out his tongue, made a face, and looked like "You are the one who is dear to me after all."

Jing Chunxi glared at him and quickly responded, "Mother, I understand. I'll be right there."

By the time the family sat down in the living room, a cup of tea had already passed. The dishes were already laid out, but the food had not yet been served.

"Mother, we brought back too many gifts this time. Please ask Aunt Mi and the others to pack them up quickly. I'm afraid some of them will get stuck at the bottom of the box and won't be able to stay."

Jing Chunxi saw that the food hadn't been served yet, so he immediately reminded his mother as soon as he sat down. Some holiday gifts are dry goods, and if they are not stored separately, there is a worry that they will not last long.

"I'm still waiting for your reminder! Aunt Mi has only slept for two hours and she's already taken people into the warehouse to take inventory. There are so many boxes that the warehouse can't hold them all, and they've taken up two empty rooms in the backyard."

Xiang Xiang scolded her again, "Kid, why are you so rude when you go out? You take whatever others give you and don't know how to refuse."

"How can I refuse someone who is so enthusiastic?" Jing Chunxi put her face against her mother's arm, raised her eyes to look into her mother's eyes, and said coquettishly. The mother and daughter's movements were extremely gentle and intimate, and Jing Chunxi's face was full of dependence.

"You, child, you're not afraid of anything when you go out. But when you come home, you act like a disrespectful child." Although she was blaming her, her mother rested her chin on the top of her head and gently massaged it. There was a hint of tenderness in her movements, as if she was enjoying the intimacy between mother and daughter.

Pu Ge'er couldn't bear to see them like this. He rolled his eyes at Jing Chunxi and said, "Childish!" Then he turned away and ignored them. There was a hint of disdain in his voice, but also a hint of helplessness. He felt bored by this intimate scene, and somehow, a faint jealousy grew in his heart.

"Also, Chuntao and Tangshuang are not clear about what they said. The one who gave gifts to mother and Pu Ge'er, the prince, is he Tao Jin?" Jing Qiurong asked questions one after another. The two of them didn't notice that there was an extra person sitting opposite them, and he was winking at Pu Ge'er.

Jing Chunxi nodded vigorously: "Yes! There are more than a dozen boxes of things that were given to him by others. He didn't want them, so he packed them all for us." There was joy and excitement in her voice. She wanted to share this happiness with her family and she didn't feel sorry for taking other people's things.

Jing Qiurong sighed and looked at her ignorant daughter helplessly, not knowing what to say.

"Mother, the name Tao Jin was just chosen for the convenience of going out. Tao is his maternal family's surname. His father is the Prince of Yan, and his royal grandmother is..."

Mother's arm suddenly stiffened and she pulled it back abruptly. Jing Chunxi suddenly woke up, looked at his mother, and also saw the master across from him.

She was slightly startled in her heart. She wondered if her mother was blaming her for letting the cat out of the bag.

Jing Yi looked calm, but Pu Ge'er and Jing Qiurong were both shocked. Pu Ge'er asked in shock, "So he's the Prince of Yan?" There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Jing Qiurong also looked at Jing Chunxi, and then looked at Jing Yi with suspicion, as if she wanted an answer from him. There was a hint of doubt in her eyes, as if she was waiting for his explanation.

Jing Chunxi breathed a sigh of relief. His mother's expression showed that she still trusted the master.

Jing Yi nodded seriously at Jing Qiurong and said without surprise: "In the last two secret letters, the Third Master mentioned cooperating with someone. Although he didn't explicitly say it was the King of Yan, I guessed it." There was a hint of certainty in his voice, as if he had already expected this day to come.

Jing Yi listened to the person who was trusted by his grandfather, eldest uncle and third uncle, and maybe it would be even better.

Jing Yi continued, "Last time, the Third Master enclosed a note from Tao Jin to Xier in a secret letter, and I had my suspicions at the time." There was a hint of calmness in his tone, as if everything was under his control.

Jing Chunxi chuckled and secretly sighed inwardly. As expected, the leader of the Iron Eagle Battalion was eloquent and had a different way of thinking. When she was still in the dark, he had already suspected her.

But why didn't Master give her a stern look? He even called her "Xi'er" so smoothly. It was the same name Xu Zize used to call her, and it sounded quite nice. Her heart warmed slightly. From this attitude, she could already feel Master's doting, as if he had treated her differently.

Noticing that the little girl had been staring at him, Jing Yi suddenly frowned again: "Why do I see two maids handing out gifts everywhere, but not mine?"

Jing Chunxi's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly remembered the rare and precious set of darts his master had given him before he left, and he felt a little guilty. He had actually forgotten about him when he bought the gift.

But not buying it doesn’t mean she doesn’t have it! She had a slight thought in her mind and decided to find an excuse to get away with it.

He looked at the master, then turned to look at his mother, and simply put the blame on his mother: "How can there be no gifts? How can the master's gifts be the same as others? They are all pressed into those gift boxes. You can ask mother for them." He was full of disdain and ridicule, and almost said that the master was narrow-minded.

Jing Yi looked at Jing Qiurong in surprise, as if trying to find an answer from her face. However, because his eyes were too eager, Jing Qiurong's bright and dignified face suddenly flushed.

Jing Qiurong quickly pretended nothing happened and turned around to shout outside, "Why is the food taking so long?"

Fortunately, the two children didn’t notice, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing.