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Jing Qiurong glared at Jing Chunxi, this time with a genuine reproach in her eyes, "Don't worry about me. Just be safe when you go out, and don't keep thinking about home."

"I know, mother." Jing Chunxi curled her lips and looked at Jing Yi resentfully, "Master, do you feel that every time I go out, mother is always nagging and has a bad temper." She deliberately dragged out the word "nagging" and made a face at her mother. The candlelight danced in her lively eyes like two small flames.

She was immediately glared at by her master again, and he frowned and said, "A mother worries about her son even when he is thousands of miles away, and you are still feeling wronged." His expression was very serious, and his thick black eyebrows almost stood up, not allowing her to continue talking back, "You're right to listen to your mother." After saying this, she couldn't hold it in anymore, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly. She quickly lowered her head and drank a mouthful of soup to cover it up.

Jing Yi turned his gaze back to Xu Zize. Their eyes met in mid-air, one filled with entrustment, the other with determination. Xu Zize put down his chopsticks and said solemnly, "Don't worry! I will definitely protect her." His voice was soft, but each word resonated, like a solemn oath. The candlelight cast varying shades of shadow on his sharply defined face, making his expression even more resolute.

Pu Ge'er watched the adults chatting and talking, then suddenly pushed his bowl aside and said, "I want to go too!" His voice was so loud that it startled the swallows under the eaves. Jing Chunxi immediately tapped his forehead and said, "Study hard!" Everyone at the table laughed, and even the Qingyi and Ziyi outside the door couldn't help but smile.

The candlelight cast the shadows of the five people on the wall, forming a warm silhouette.

After dinner, Jing Chunxi was dragged by Jing Qiurong to the empty house in the backyard.

Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the blue brick floor. Dozens of bamboo food boxes were neatly stacked in the empty room, each labeled with a red paper label bearing the words "Soy Sauce Beef, Osmanthus Cake, Stewed Pork Knuckle" in neat small calligraphy. With a flick of her finger, Jing Chunxi's food boxes vanished into thin air, collected into her own space.

This time, the food was much more organized and well-organized. The food boxes were beautiful, and she sorted them into different categories when she entered her space, making it easy to access them later.

This time, with Xu Zize's team totaling almost fifty people, she spent three days collecting the food in this empty room. Even after everything was collected, the room still exuded an enticing aroma.

In the past few days, the things that were collected into the space, in addition to cooked food, white rice and white flour were already available in the space, and the fresh fruits and vegetables were picked from Qingshan Villa, and the children helped wash and bundle them.

Then came summer, and she had plenty of clothes to change into, but none of them took up much space. Her mother, knowing she'd get cold and hungry, desperately tried to stuff them away. When all was put together, the space almost filled up.

Jing Chunxi looked at the items piling up higher and higher in the space with a helpless smile, but his heart felt warm.

The century-old banyan tree was lush and leafy, and moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting tiny specks of light on the ground. A half-eaten fruit plate lay on the stone table beneath the tree, and fireflies danced around.

At the children's request, they still did not set the table for dinner and were free to eat.

Seeing them coming out, Aunt Mi hurried over and said, "We were all full from the barbecue during the day, so there was quite a bit of food left. I took the initiative to ask each family to take it back for breakfast." She pointed in the direction of the government school, where the lights were still on, "I've already agreed with Master's wife that there won't be breakfast at the government school tomorrow!"

Jing Qiurong smiled: "It's okay if Aunt Mi takes care of these little things. Just don't let the children waste them. Everything else is fine." She glanced at the children who were still playing, her eyes full of love.

The wind in the manor house was particularly cool in May. Jing Chunxi sat lazily on the swing. Xu Zize stood behind her, his slender fingers gently pushing the swing with just the right amount of force. Jing Chunxi's legs swung back and forth, the satin of her embroidered shoes gleaming softly in the moonlight, a feeling of immense comfort. Her hair blew in the breeze, occasionally brushing against the back of Xu Zize's hand.

After a long while, watching the children being herded away one after another by Aunt Mi, Pu Ge'er and the other children were also herded back to the courtyard by Jing Qiurong. "Go to bed! We have morning reading tomorrow!" Jing Qiurong's voice was gentle but unyielding. The children pouted, looking back every few steps as they walked back to their respective homes.

"Let's go! We have to get up early tomorrow." Xu Zize stopped pushing her, and the swing slowly came to a stop. Jing Chunxi jumped down lightly, her skirt drawing a graceful arc. The two parted ways under the swing, the moonlight stretching their shadows very long, and they went their separate ways.

"Master, why are you still here?" Jing Chunxi couldn't help but wonder when he saw Jing Yi standing alone at the gate of the mansion. Under the tall porch, Jing Yi's figure looked particularly lonely. Everyone who lived in the training ground had left, so why was he still serving as a gatekeeper? The moonlight shone on his serious face, outlining the outline of his determination.

"Please give the old general and the old lady a letter as well." Jing Yi pulled out a bulging envelope from his pocket. The envelope he handed over was obviously larger than usual. Jing Chunxi understood why his master didn't use a carrier pigeon. With its thickness and weight, it would have taken an eagle to deliver it.

Touching the thick stack of papers inside, Jing Chunxi teased, "Master, are you writing a book? It's almost as thick as a travelogue." She weighed the envelope mischievously, estimating that it must be several taels heavy.

"Put it in the space and don't lose it. Hand it over to the old general immediately when you get there. Don't peek at it." Jing Yi's expression was extremely serious, his brows were furrowed, and even his voice was a little lower than usual.

Seeing his master's serious expression and then glancing at the heavy envelope, Jing Chunxi also felt that this letter was extremely important and must contain a profound secret. In front of his master, Jing Chunxi put it into his space without hesitation.

"Go to bed early and don't mess around with that little girl. Master will send you off tomorrow." Jing Yi rubbed her hair and his tone finally softened.

After washing up, she found that Sister Jin, who she thought would still bother her, was already so tired that she was snoring in bed.

The little girl was sprawled on the bed, her pink face buried in the pillow, her eyelashes so long. But she was still holding Jing Chunxi's pink pillow in her arms, hugging it tightly, as if it were her most beloved toy.

Jing Chunxi tiptoed onto the bed and carefully pulled out the pillow, causing Jin Jie'er to mumble a few words in her sleep before turning over and falling back into a deep sleep. Moonlight streamed through the window lattice through the gauze curtains, casting a gentle silver glow on the bed.