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

At dawn, just as the sky was turning pale, Jing Chunxi and his men stood solemnly in front of the mourning hall to pay their last respects.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the damp, cold air was filled with the lingering scent of incense, candles, and burning paper money. Jing Chunxi, still dressed in a light gray dress, stepped onto a footstool as she boarded the car and glanced back at the mourning hall. The nanmu coffin sat quietly in the center, a white banner drooping, truly containing a soul that would never awaken.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone pavement, making a dull thud. Eight horses trotted in unison, their hooves gleaming coldly in the morning light. Her team of seventeen, four carriages and eight horses, silently headed towards Lingnan.

After they left, the mourning hall suddenly became bustling with activity. Qingfeng and Luying stood to the left and right of the coffin, their faces solemn, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily. Eight guards stepped forward silently, steadily lifting the heavy coffin and marching in unison toward the hearse that had been prepared outside.

The hearse was completely black, with white gauze hanging from the roof and copper bells hanging from the four corners. When the wind blew, it made a low whimpering sound.

Qingfeng personally checked the coffin's fastening, ensuring every rope was securely fastened. Standing nearby, Green Shadow glanced over the troops ready to march—two hundred armored soldiers at the front and back, swords at their waists, expressions of sternness. In the center, twenty guards descended to support the coffin, each dressed in plain clothing with white cloth wrapped around their arms, their steps heavy and slow.

The Prince of Yan wore a black python robe with a white linen belt around his waist. He sat atop a jet-black warhorse, his face as cold as steel. He raised his hand slightly, and the troops slowly set out. Bronze bells rang softly, and the horses' hooves pounded the official road with a dull, thunderous thud.

The common people along the way had already heard the tragic news and stopped to watch. An elderly woman clutched a bamboo basket, quietly wiping tears; a child, forced to kneel by her mother, gazed blankly at the long procession; others sobbed softly, muttering, "The Prince of Yan loves his people like his own children, and the Crown Prince is so kind, how could he have suffered such a tragic fate?" The Prince's gaze was heavy, and he remained silent. Only the veins on the back of his hand, gripping the reins, were faintly visible.

The wind blew up the paper money, which scattered like snowflakes, fell on the loess road, and was crushed into dust by the wheels.

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It took another two days to enter the Lingnan area.

After dinner, Jing Chunxi invited Kuaijiao into the house. At this time, the lights in the house were flickering, and the dim light reflected on Jing Chunxi's slightly tired face.

She sat at the table, raised her head slightly, and ordered in a steady voice, "Uncle Kuaijiao, let's go directly to Leizhou!" Kuaijiao, who was standing near the door, paused slightly when he heard this, then a hint of determination appeared on his face, and he immediately bowed and replied, "Yes!"

The lady's decision was unquestionable. It would not be difficult for her to change the route. She could just go back and find the map and re-plan.

The decision to go to Leizhou was made by King Yan, Jing Chunxi and Xu Zize after consultation the night before departure from Tanxiang.

At that time, the Prince of Yan had a deep gaze and said in a deep voice: "Since the general is going to retreat to Leizhou, it is naturally the safest place. From now on, the prince can only rely on the Jing family for the rest of his life."

Jing Chunxi sat aside, having already made up her mind. Hearing the King of Yan's words, she nodded slightly in agreement. Although Xu Zize's wound had completely healed, Jing Chunxi still worried that it was only superficial.

This time, he lost too much blood and was seriously injured. If he doesn't rest for a year or two, it will be difficult for his body to recover.

To recuperate, one must naturally go to the safest place. Leizhou, with its high mountains and distant emperor, and the territory of the King of Yan, was undoubtedly the best choice.

From the secret correspondence, it was known that a small number of his uncle's men had already retreated to the mountains of Leizhou, and the full withdrawal would be imminent. Jing Chunxi had complete faith in his uncle's ability and believed that he would be able to protect Xu Zize.

Furthermore, although Xu Zize was currently in the space, his eight secret guards, along with the dozens of secret guards and assassins assigned to him by the King of Yan, had already obeyed orders and headed to Leizhou in advance. Jing Chunxi knew that after the coffin was buried, Qingfeng, Luying, and his men would arrive as soon as possible. Therefore, Xu Zize's safety was not a concern.

In fact, heading to Leizhou first had been Jing Chunxi's original idea. The large ships, tea, and porcelain in her space had already taken up too much land, and the stream had become clogged with ships, leaving no room for fish or shrimp to thrive. She thought to herself, this wasn't going to work. Unloading the cargo in Leizhou first was the best decision.

Her second plan, naturally, was to visit her grandparents in Yamen Village. She hadn't seen them in ages, and she missed them terribly. She needed to quickly deliver the children's heartfelt wishes, along with the family gossip between the lines.

There was also the letter from Prince Jing and Master to her grandparents, which must also be quite urgent and best delivered as soon as possible. She imagined the expressions on her grandparents' faces when they received the letter, and a trace of warmth welled up in her heart.

The third step of the plan was naturally to head to Cangwu County. After such a long delay, it would probably be closer to August before we arrived in Cangwu. We had to collect all the gold that had been mined there, and we had to find a way to recover what we hadn't mined.

Finally, they would have to go to Leizhou again to deliver the gold mine to the location designated by their uncle. Jing Chunxi frowned at the thought. This mission was a huge and arduous one, and time was running out.

She was still a little anxious. She really didn't want to stay out for the New Year this year. She had to go back and spend it with her brother and mother. She imagined the whole family sitting together, laughing and talking, and her heart was filled with anticipation.

Thinking of this, she wished she could really fly, or break into three pieces so that she could finish all the tasks in the three places at once.

"Miss, stay at the Sihui County Official Inn tomorrow night. Walk forward for another day or two and you will pass the border of Zhaoqing Prefecture, then turn towards Leizhou." Kuaijiao said as he pointed the route on the map with his fingers. There was a hint of fatigue on his face, but his eyes were determined.

As the number of people in the team decreased, they were no longer so ostentatious. The female members stayed in the carriage and rarely showed up. When they checked in, they would not go to the hall to eat, but let the waiter take them into the room.

So, before eating, he knocked on the door quickly, came in with the map, and closed the door carefully, for fear that someone would see anything.

"Look, Miss, it'll take another four or five days to get to Luoding, and several more days from Luoding to Gaozhou, but it'll get faster the further we go." Quick Foot pointed at the winding route on the map and patiently explained. It was the first time Jing Chunxi had looked at a map to Leizhou so carefully.

She frowned slightly and said in confusion, "Uncle Quick Feet, why does it look farther than the road to Yamen Village?" She looked at the section of road that passed Zhaoqing and turned southwest. It was obviously much longer than the section that turned to Yamen Village. She couldn't help feeling a little tired and couldn't wait to get there quickly.

"Leizhou has been a place of exile since ancient times. The road is long and the land is barren. There are many mountains, and the road is even more difficult to travel. It does take four to five days longer than the journey to Yamen Village." Kuaijiao sighed, with helplessness in his tone. The journey out of Beijing was too smooth. He didn't expect that there would be such a big trouble later, and it was delayed for so long.

Before leaving, Kuaijiao signaled Chuntao and Hongfen to go out and guard the door, and then whispered to Jing Chunxi: "Miss, the general will arrive tomorrow night."

This immediately perked up Jing Chunxi. Before leaving, her master had sent a secret message to her uncle and grandfather. That day, when she told Uncle Kuaijiao to transfer to Leizhou, she had also specifically asked him to pass the message to her uncle.

By now, her uncle already knew where they would be staying tomorrow night. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that she would soon see her family and have someone to rely on.

After a simple meal, Jing Chunxi used the excuse of being too tired, washed up and went into the space. She had to find Xu Zize to discuss the follow-up matters.

If Xu Zize were to stay in Leizhou, he would definitely have to meet his uncle. Thinking about how much he had to give away and how much gold he had to collect, it was time to let his uncle know his secret.