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"Cough cough!"

Jing Yi deliberately cleared his throat, his voice sounding particularly clear in the quiet room, and his eyes swept towards Xiaolian, as if asking: Do we think we don’t exist?

Xiaolian heard the cough and quickly let go of Jing Chunxi, a look of embarrassment on her face. She bowed to Jing Yi and said softly, "Brother Jing, long time no see." Her voice was a little low and a little reserved.

Xiaolian was carried back home by Ah Qi last night. After returning, she followed Qiyue into Jing Chunxi's room and did not see Jing Yi. Now that she suddenly saw him, Xiaolian's face showed a hint of excitement, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Jing Yi nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face. Xiaolian's smile widened when she saw his response, and she quickly thanked him again: "Thankfully, I learned some boxing and kicking from Brother Jing and the masters, so I haven't been bullied in the mansion. At first, the maids and servants tried to trip me up, but I beat them down with just a few punches and kicks. They never dared to do that again." There was a hint of pride in her tone, as if she was telling of her own growth and strength.

"Heh! Just don't curse Brother Jing behind his back when you're tired from practicing." Jing Yi said this with a smile on his face. He glanced at Jing Chunxi, and although his tone was teasing, this time there was no blame in his eyes, but rather a touch of kindness.

He waved at the two of them, motioning them to come over. "Alright, come on over! Let's talk business first. We'll have plenty of time to chat when we get back to the manor."

Jing Chunxi took Xiaolian's hand and led her back to stand next to Jingyi. Ah Qi tactfully moved aside to make room for them.

Jing Chunxi and Xiaolian were facing the picture. Jing Yi just pointed at the middle of the drawing, indicating Xiaolian to look there, but did not give any hint.

Xiaolian looked at Jing Chunxi, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Jing Chunxi nodded gently, and Xiaolian finally understood why she had been called here. She lowered her head and carefully examined the drawing.

She never raised her head, but looked around carefully. Suddenly, she raised her head, looked at Jing Chunxi, and exclaimed: "Isn't this the Taifu Mansion?"

Jing Chunxi nodded slightly, his eyes full of encouragement. Xiaolian saw her reaction and said, "This is made up according to the diagrams I always give to the housekeeper, right? In the two months before and after the New Year, Peng went back to her parents' home quite often, and each time she went for several days, and she always asked me to accompany her.

When I have nothing to do, I go out and chat with the maids in the mansion, and also take the opportunity to wander around the backyard. Every time I come back, I draw a picture from memory and give it to the housekeeper Jing.

The room was completely silent. No one spoke, a tacit agreement with Xiaolian's words. Xiaolian continued to study for a while and said, "I don't often go to the front yard, so I didn't paint it in such detail. Did Uncle Jiang and the others go in there as well?"

Jing Chunxi was shocked when she heard this. She really didn't know where this topographic map came from. Looking up, she saw her master nodding, and then she realized that Xiaolian had played a significant role in this. Jing Chunxi couldn't help but give Xiaolian a thumbs up for her bravery and resourcefulness. Xiaolian saw Jing Chunxi's actions, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face, and she quickly lowered her head.

Time was running out, and they had to find that yard as soon as possible, otherwise their plans for tonight might fall through. Jing Chunxi no longer hesitated, pointing to the small courtyard in the backyard and asked Xiaolian: "Auntie, look here, who lives here? Do you remember what the area is like?"

Xiaolian only glanced at the spot, then raised her head and said without hesitation, "This kind of small courtyard with a whole row of houses is where the lowest-ranking servants in the mansion live. They all squeeze into one room, so a small courtyard can have over ten or twenty people living in it. This open space at the door is used for raising horses and growing vegetables."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jing Chunxi frowned, feeling that something was wrong. This was not the same as what she saw in her dream! She couldn't help but ask, "Wouldn't it be smelly to raise horses?"

Xiaolian suddenly covered her nose reflexively, as if she could still smell the unpleasant odor. She said, "The Taifu Mansion is too cruel to low-ranking servants. The yard stinks, and they make servants live with horses.

If it weren't for the drawing, I wouldn't have gone in with the vegetable picker. It smells like horse shit and manure, and I don't know how the people living there could stand it."

Jing Chunxi looked at the courtyard's layout and orientation, and the deaf-mute old man living in the gatehouse they'd just mentioned came to mind. She hesitated, wondering if this filthy, smelly place was also a covert measure for concealment? Could there be treasures hidden underground?

She recalled the scene in her dream. She did not see the vegetables or the horse in her dream, nor did she smell any foul odor. However, it was possible that she could not smell anything in her dream.

The more Jing Chunxi thought about it, the more uncertain she became. She looked at Jing Yi hesitantly, with a look of help in her eyes.

Jing Yi saw Jing Chunxi's expression and sighed helplessly. He squinted his eyes and shook them, then thought for a moment, softened his tone, and slowly guided Jing Chunxi, using words to prompt him: "Xi'er, close your eyes."

Jing Chunxi obediently closed his eyes and waited for his master's instructions.

Ah Qi was even more surprised when he saw this scene, his eyes full of confusion. Xiao Lian also looked at them suspiciously, secretly wondering what they were going to do.

Jing Yi made a gesture to silence Ah Qi and Xiao Lian, then continued to guide them softly, his words hinting: "Xi'er, don't think about the people you see and the fights. Think about the things you've seen around you."

At Jing Yi's prompt, the dream resurfaced in Jing Chunxi's mind. She first recalled the scene before entering the basement, but she seemed so focused on her feet at the time that she had no memory of the other scenes and could not remember them at all.

Her thoughts unfolded when she came out after collecting the treasures and saw the fight scene in the yard. Jing Chunxi closed his eyes and suddenly began to gesture non-stop, each move like a fight, but the movements were light and effortless, and his feet remained motionless.

Ah Qi and Xiao Lian, confused, watched Jing Chunxi's actions, finding them incredibly strange. Xiao Lian couldn't help but move closer, her eyes filled with curiosity. Ah Qi frowned, seemingly contemplating something.

The room was silent, with only the slight sounds of Jing Chunxi's movements and breathing.