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The candlelight flickered in the room. Jing Qiurong sat by the bed, looking at her daughter with complicated eyes.

Jing Chunxi called out "Dad" in his dream. The sound was unusually clear, filled with sorrow and heartache, as if it came from the depths of his heart. Jing Qiurong's heart trembled. She heard the sound clearly, and it made her tremble with fear.

Could it be that because of her divorce, her daughter still regretted leaving the Pingyang Marquis Mansion with her? Could it be that she was still thinking about that "scumbag father"? Such thoughts suddenly emerged in Jing Qiurong's mind, but she quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the thought.

No! No! This was impossible. She knew her daughter hated evil, so how could she still be thinking about the father who would kill her?

Jing Qiurong tried hard to calm herself down and tried to think about the problem from another angle.

So, who exactly was her daughter dreaming about? And what was she dreaming about? Jing Qiurong was deeply confused, her eyes filled with bewilderment and worry.

Aunt Mi also looked at the young lady with heartache. She saw that Jing Chunxi seemed to have become stupid now, sitting there blankly, not even saying a word to them, which made Aunt Mi feel very distressed.

Something suddenly occurred to Aunt Mi, and she nervously suggested to Jing Qiurong, "Miss, I hope you encountered some dirty things on the way out. How about I light some incense to drive away the dirty things?" Aunt Mi's voice was trembling.

After hearing what Aunt Mi said, Jing Qiurong felt that it made some sense. She nodded and said in a deep voice, "Aunt Mi, go quickly and remember to boil two eggs before you worship." Aunt Mi quickly responded and turned to prepare. Jing Qiurong continued to sit by the bed, staring intently at Jing Chunxi, trying to read some clues from her expression.

At this time, Jing Chunxi had woken up from her dream. She felt a little cold and lay back in bed.

Her mind replayed the dream, trying to find some clue. The house seemed strangely unfamiliar in her dream; she was certain she had never been there before. But when she recalled its structure and layout, she felt it was even more prestigious than the Marquis of Pingyang's or General Jing's mansions. This conflicting feeling made her frown, filled with doubt.

As the saying goes, "What you think about during the day, you dream about at night." Jing Chunxi quickly thought of the Peng Taifu Mansion and the Heping Prince Mansion mentioned at dinner. Could this house be one of them?

A trace of uneasiness flashed through her mind. Could this be a hint of their planned action? This thought made her heart beat faster. She clutched the quilt tightly, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

What frightened her most was that the cloth covering the black-clad figure's face fell off in her dream, revealing her master's face. And she actually called him "Dad," which was truly bizarre.

Could it be that she, like her brother, longed for a new father? Jing Chunxi's mind flashed with the look in her brother's eyes longing for his love, and her heart ached, but she immediately shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought.

She knew that her situation was different from her brother's, and she couldn't make the wrong decision because of a momentary impulse.

The dream revealed something strange, yet it was also horrifying and all too real. This made Jing Chunxi doubt whether he had made a hasty decision on his next move.

If this operation involves not only gold, silver and treasures, but also the fate of many people, we have to make other plans.

But she was conflicted. All that gold, silver, and treasure was the hard-earned money of the common people, and she would be unwilling to accept it if she didn't take it all.

The sight of those sharp swords piercing Jing Yi's chest, the bloody scene, made her feel timid again. With blood all over the ground, Master's blood must have run dry, right? That meant that if things continued to develop, Jing Yi might die. No, he would really die.

Thinking about this and that, Jing Chunxi slept soundly all night, as if she was floating in a cloud of fog. She could feel her mother touching her forehead every once in a while, but she couldn't fall asleep at all.

It was not until the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking were heard outside that Jing Chunxi fell into a deep sleep nestled in the crook of his mother's neck.

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In the capital, the Jing family courtyard in the east of the city.

When the city gates were about to close, Jing Yi hurriedly led them into the city. This time, Master only brought Jing Chunxi and Xiao Man with him, while Qiyue and Jiuyue naturally followed as secret guards.

Along the way, Jing Chunxi's heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness. She didn't know what consequences this action would bring, but she knew that she was in a dilemma.

After dinner, Jing Chunxi simply washed up and went to bed. She woke up at dawn.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw July already standing at the door. She was full of resentment, but her tone was a little teasing: "Miss, it's a good thing you woke up early. Xiaolian was awake again after being carried back last night. She refused to sleep and insisted on coming with me and September. She refused to go even if we arranged for her to sleep next door. She always wanted to wait for you at the door.

It was just after midnight, and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold out outside, so I had to let her in. The two of them had been crammed into the small bed outside all night, which had kept me awake, and now she was snoring. "Qiyue said this, rubbing her eyes, looking a little tired.

Jing Chunxi couldn't help laughing when she heard this. She joked, "Why are you in such a hurry? Put on your clothes first and then come in." July blushed immediately when she heard the lady's noise. She had just put on some clothes and came in. Now she was in a mess and her hair was not combed.

Seeing how exhausted she was, Jing Chunxi still felt guilty. Last night, after dinner, Qiyue and Jiuyue had helped her wash up and get into bed. Now that Xiaolian was in the room, they naturally had to go out that night.

She regretted not bringing Chuntao or Hongfen with her. Qiyue and Jiuyue, as her secret guards, rarely did maid work, so they wanted to do everything, but they were also worried about not doing it well. It was more tiring than going out for a set of boxing. Last night, she had gone out to rescue someone, and when she came back, she had to serve her. She hadn't gotten any sleep, and she felt really bad about it.

She rushed Qiyue and quickly ordered, "Let Xiaolian sleep well and don't wake her up."

Upon hearing this, July quickly responded and turned to leave.