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

Wutou left, wiping away his tears. His back seemed heavy, but his steps were remarkably firm. He didn't look back, but silently walked towards home.

Along the way, his mood was extremely complicated. He knew that he could no longer be immersed in the sadness of the past. He had to cheer up for his younger brothers and sisters, for their lineage, and for the future of the Jing family.

I don't know how he convinced Jing Qiurong later. Anyway, two days later, there was a young man on the training ground, and the five heads really returned.

He stood there, looking at the familiar ground, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He knew that this was where he belonged, where he should be.

He continued to train with Liutou and Tangshuang, practicing the most basic moves and techniques, the same boxing techniques used in military training. The three of them worked very hard, their clothes soaked with sweat, but they didn't complain at all.

They knew that only through hard work could they become stronger and protect their loved ones. Five Head's movements were a little awkward, but his eyes were incredibly focused, and he executed every move with meticulous precision. Six Head and Sugar Frost also offered guidance from time to time, and the rapport between the three of them grew stronger and stronger.

On May 11, Xu Zize should be arriving soon. This news spread throughout the village like a gust of wind, and everyone was full of anticipation.

Because of their impending arrival, Jing Qiurong and Jing Chunxi discussed and vacated the courtyard where Yaoyao's family lived. They planned to let Xu Zize and his followers, as well as a few secret guards, live in the courtyard, while the guards would move up the mountain.

This decision made the children in the family very excited. They wished they could move here and never have to leave.

Without saying a word, Sister Jin moved her bedding and pillows directly to Jing Chunxi's bed. Her movements were quick and her face was filled with a happy smile. Her sister had been very busy since she came back, and the two of them had not been able to spend time together. Now, they finally had the chance.

Yaoyao shared a room with Bilian and Yanjie'er, right next door to Jing Qiurong. Her arrival delighted Yanjie'er, the little pudding, like a cheerful little bird, running around the yard, constantly calling "Aunt," "Sister," and "Brother," as if she'd never have to move back home again. Her clear, melodious laughter brought joy to the entire village.

Wulang and Liulang lived next door to Pu Ge'er. It was very convenient for the three of them to play together, go to school together, and study together. They were almost inseparable.

The yard is much more lively, full of laughter, vitality and energy.

"The conditions in the manor are too simple. Will the prince be unable to get used to living here?" Jing Qiurong was still a little nervous.

Although she was from an aristocratic family and had previously managed the household, the Pingyang Marquis's Mansion had never hosted any royal relatives before, and the conditions at the manor were such that she couldn't help but worry about not being able to take good care of them. She stood in the yard, watching the busy servants, her heart filled with anxiety.

"Mom, we're pretty well off here. Xi'er even bought them new bedding and pillows, and everything smells delicious. If he still objects, let him find his own place to live." Jing Chunxi found his mother's expression amusing, but he could only offer a few words of comfort, ending with a couple of teasing remarks. Her tone was relaxed, but her eyes revealed a hint of determination.

"How can you talk like that, kid? Didn't your mother see you living in someone else's house when you went to Xunyang City and Jian'an County? Our manor can't compare with other people's mansions." Jing Qiurong patted Jing Chunxi's shoulder gently, with a hint of blame in her tone, but more of concern.

Jing Chunxi was patted on the back, but she still smiled happily and argued cunningly, "Mother, don't you think about how Xier and the prince lived when they visited eight or nine small counties in Jian'an County? We had to sleep in the open air. Do you think we could have an easy time? He even gave me cold steamed buns to eat." She deliberately exaggerated her words, which made Jing Qiurong couldn't help laughing.

This was just to make my mother less worried and stop her from having so many random things on her mind. In fact, when I was delivering food and collecting tea with Xu Zize, although the journey was a bit difficult, he took good care of me. As long as I didn't have to sleep outdoors, I was well fed and well-housed, and I tasted many local delicacies.

Jing Chunxi knew that Xu Zize was not a spoiled person and was accustomed to the fickleness of the world. He was able to adapt to various environments and understand the difficulties of others.

Jing Yi also echoed and said to Jing Qiurong, "Miss, there is no need to worry so much. Didn't they live in tents during their exile? They either took boats or stayed in small inns along the way. How could they have such good conditions as our Qingshan Villa? Besides, if they really disliked it, they would not be on good terms with the Jing family." His tone was steady, giving people a sense of security, and Jing Qiurong took his words in at once.

Pu Ge'er had been particularly excited these past few days. As Xu Zize's arrival drew closer, he became more and more curious about what kind of person the prince was.

Whether before eating or before going to bed, she would hold her sister's hand tightly and insist on asking clearly whether the prince had three heads and six arms, and insisted on telling the difference between Zi, Chou, Yin and Mao.

This made Wulang and Liulang very curious, and the girls also listened carefully when they had the chance.

"Sister, do you think the prince will really return my gift this time?" Pu Ge'er's eyes widened with anticipation. His voice was so childish that it was a little unsteady.

"He won't forget what he said, will he?" There was a hint of worry in Pu Ge'er's tone, as if he was afraid that Xu Zize would disappoint him.

The last time he came back, Jing Chunxi specifically mentioned Xu Zize's original words: If Pu Ge'er doesn't like the gift, he will give him something else in the future, so Pu Ge'er has been thinking about it.

Jing Chunxi couldn't guarantee that Xu Zize would remember what he said when things got complicated. But he deliberately ridiculed Pu Ge'er and said, "I don't know if Pu Ge'er remembered it or not, but the prince said he wanted to give my sister a surprise."

Her words discouraged Pu Ge'er. He frowned and said helplessly, "Will the prince give it to me? I will go and sleep with him until he gives it to me."

Pu Ge'er's brainless and scoundrel words made the children eating with him laugh. Pu Ge'er's scoundrel look was rare. After being scolded by Jing Qiurong twice, he still had the same expression and words. There was a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, and he had already believed that Xu Zize would definitely give him a gift.

Jing Chunxi couldn't help but burn a stick of incense for Xu Zize in his heart, hoping that everything would be fine for him when he came to Qingshan Villa, and that he could live in peace with Pu Ge'er.