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At this moment, Jing Chunxi had an idea. She couldn't help but narrow her eyes and said firmly, "Master! We must cut off the Dog Emperor's left and right arms, leaving him completely helpless."

Her eyes were firm and her tone was full of determination. She felt that only in this way could they take the initiative in the struggle for power.

This immediately drew the curious glances of Jing Yi and Jing Qiurong. Jing Qiurong couldn't help but ask, "What's Xi'er thinking?" She looked at her daughter with eyes full of anticipation and curiosity, feeling that the Fairy Aunt was helping her daughter again.

Jing Chunxi stared straight at Jing Yi with a calm expression, and said pleadingly: "Master, you have to help me find evidence that the Fourth Prince is not the descendant of the Dog Emperor." Her voice was not loud, but full of power.

Jing Qiurong was so frightened by her daughter's bold remarks that she covered her mouth. She didn't expect her daughter to say such a thing.

Jing Yi drummed his fingers on the table, remained silent for a moment, then looked into Jing Chunxi's eyes and nodded. He believed that the girl's words were not groundless and must be another secret she had learned from Xu Zize.

Jing Chunxi has received three letters from Xu Zize one after another.

The first letter mentioned that the original officials of Jian'an and Jiujiang prefectures had been almost completely replaced. Of the officials originally escorted to the capital, only three were beheaded, and the rest were imprisoned.

Jing Chunxi felt somewhat relieved upon hearing the news, but he also felt that too few officials had been punished. The replacement of officials was simply the inevitable result of the transition of power.

The second letter arrived, stating that the naval commander had been replaced by a local officer, and that Xiao Deyuan's position as prefect had been officially changed from acting to permanent. However, even if Xiao Deyuan was credited with suppressing the bandits (Japanese bandits) and raising grain, he still failed to achieve a promotion to the fifth rank and remained at the sixth rank, an exceptional appointment.

But in his opinion, it was a blessing in disguise. This letter made Jing Chunxi even more impressed by the influence of Prince Yan in the court. She knew that Prince Yan was also working hard to strive for more opportunities for himself and them.

In the third letter, Xu Zize mentioned that he had already departed from Jian'an County. He planned to stay in Xunyang City for a few days to catch up with his aunt and her family. Then, he would head directly to Qingshan Manor, saying he would arrive soon. He also mentioned that he would give Jing Chunxi a surprise when he arrived.

After receiving the letter, Jing Chunxi was already full of expectations for him and imagined what the surprise would be.

By this time, it was already late April.

The sun shines through the sparse clouds, casting a lazy warmth on the earth. The breeze blows by, carrying the fragrance of flowers and soil, making people feel particularly comfortable.

The flowers on the chinaberry tree have begun to fall, and the pale purple petals flutter in the wind, like light butterflies dancing in the air. The tree is lush and leafy, and the newly grown leaves gleam with emerald green in the sunlight, appearing full of vitality.

Soybean-sized chinaberries have grown in the place where the flower buds originally were. They are swaying on the branches, as if announcing their growth to the world.

"Miss, Wutou came and said he wanted to see you."

After training that day and resting until the afternoon, Jing Chunxi woke up and sat by the window, reading. She flicked the pages of her book, and the sunlight shone on them, revealing the clear lines of text. The room was silent, with only the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves outside the window.

Suddenly, Hongfen's voice broke the silence. She walked in quietly and whispered, "Miss, Wutou is waiting outside."

Jing Chunxi raised his head and frowned slightly, a little surprised: "That's rare. Why did you think of coming to see me? Let him in."

Wutou had been very busy since he went to help out at the shop in Baishui Town. I heard he came back for a few days during the Lunar New Year and then left again. Jing Chunxi had been back for so long, but they had only met once and exchanged a few words.

I see the six heads almost every day at the training ground, and I don’t know why the fifth head came here alone today.

"Cousin Xi, long time no see." Wutou walked into the room, his voice low and slightly hoarse. He had grown stronger, the twelve-year-old boy had grown much taller, no longer the carefree and cheerful person he used to be, and looked much more reserved.

He stood at the door, lowering his head slightly. When he saw Jing Chunxi, he just forced a stiff smile.

Jing Chunxi stood up, walked up to him, and said with a smile, "Brother Wutou, please sit down quickly." She was a little confused and didn't know what Wutou wanted to see her about today.

She had only spoken to him a few times, so she didn't know how to start a conversation with him. She could only ask him about things in the shop: "Are you used to it? Have you gone back to see your brothers and sisters?"

Wutou walked in and sat down next to Jing Chunxi. He looked at Hongfen standing next to him and didn't speak immediately. His eyes flickered a little, as if he was hesitating about something.

Jing Chunxi also noticed something was wrong and said to Hongfen, "Go guard outside."

Hongfen nodded, poured tea for both of them, and then left.

There were only the two of them left in the room, and the atmosphere was somewhat solemn. Wutou was silent for a while, and finally raised his head and looked straight at Jing Chunxi, his voice trembling with a hint of trembling: "Xi Jie'er, tell me honestly, are my grandfather, grandmother, father and mother gone?"

Jing Chunxi hadn't expected him to say anything like that. She looked at him, suddenly at a loss for words. A wave of turmoil surged within her. The tragic experiences of her exile resurfaced before her eyes once again. The images, as clear as if cut by a knife, pierced her with pain. Just thinking about it was heartbreaking.

Although I sometimes feel that the old patriarch's branch, while hateful, didn't deserve such tragic deaths. In fact, if everyone didn't have to be kind, if they just didn't do so many evil things and worked together, they could still reach Lingnan safely. But they repeatedly brought their own destruction upon themselves.

Jing Chunxi took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Brother Wutou, who told you that?"

Wutou shook his head, his eyes filled with confusion and fear: "I...I don't know either. I just heard that many people in our tribe seemed to have died."

His voice became lower and lower, as if he was suppressing the pain in his heart. Jing Chunxi's heart sank. She knew that it was difficult to hide some things for a lifetime.

Even if the servants who went with them to exile would not tell lies when they came back, the escorting yamen runners would have to report to the government office when they returned to the capital, and the prisoners' experiences along the way would inevitably be leaked.

Wutou has been working in the shop in Baishui Town. He must have come into contact with people who came back from the capital, so he should be well-informed about some information.

Jing Chunxi was silent for a moment, then gently held Wutou's hand. There was a hint of tenderness in his voice: "Brother Wutou, listen to me. No matter what happens, you must be strong. Live well with your brothers and sisters. Don't think too much about the hardships of life. Everything will be fine in the future."

Wutou raised his head and looked at Jing Chunxi. His expression suddenly became a little broken and tears could be seen welling up in his eyes.