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"Sister Xi met King Yan?" Jing Changjiang's eyes were full of surprise until he saw Jing Chunxi nodded.

Jing Changjiang took the letter and was also very anxious. He had already learned about the assassination of the Prince of Yan. The Prince of Yan actually asked his niece to deliver a message to him. Could it be related to this incident?

He opened it immediately, reading through the three or two lines. A hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and he raised his head and asked, "Where's the prince? Is he seriously injured? Should I send someone to get him?" His words were a bit anxious, and he looked like he was about to stand up and take action immediately. His eyes were filled with worry, and he couldn't wait to help.

In this way, Jing Chunxi once again confirmed what Xu Zize had told her, that is, the Jing family had already sided with the King of Yan.

"The fairy aunt taught me medical skills, sewed him up, and gave him the best medicine. He is fine now and just needs to rest." Jing Chunxi gave Jing Changjiang a comforting look, then stood up and held one of his hands.

"No matter what you see, uncle, don't worry or be afraid. Just believe that it is really the fairy aunt who is helping you." Her voice was soft and firm, as if she was cheering her uncle up.

Jing Changjiang only felt his body suddenly rise into the air. He didn't even close his eyes to see what was going on. Unfortunately, he didn't see anything. He and his niece fell into a completely different space.

I didn't feel dizzy as expected. Instead, my body felt refreshed, my eyes were clear, and the world before me suddenly became clear.

When Jing Changjiang came to his senses, he found himself in a completely different world.

Blue sky, white clouds, sun, clear streams, green fields, lush forests, the vast world, and a mansion that is almost the same as the general's mansion, but bigger and wider.

He looked around, eyes filled with amazement. Everything here seemed so real, yet so incredible. He felt as if he were in a dream, yet everything felt so real.

Before he could finish looking at this strange place, Jing Chunxi gently tugged at his hand. He finally came to his senses and found that there was a living person standing four or five steps in front of them.

He quickly looked over and saw that the man was tall and thin, with a rare handsome face. Between his eyebrows, he could vaguely see a resemblance to the King of Yan. He was wearing a plain robe, his hair tied casually behind his head, and his eyes were full of determination.

"Xier, General." Xu Zize opened his lips slightly, with a smile in his eyes.

Jing Changjiang blurted out, "Prince?"

Jing Changjiang's voice was filled with surprise and a hint of disbelief. He looked at the man in front of him, his heart full of doubts, but he was very sure that this was the Prince of Yan, Xu Zize.

Xu Zize smiled slightly and nodded in response.

Only then did Jing Changjiang become absolutely certain that the Fairy Auntie truly existed. This realization was like a bolt of lightning, splitting apart two years of doubt. His rough fingers unconsciously stroked the dagger at his waist, feeling the familiar patterns on the scabbard, as if this was the only way to confirm that what he saw was not an illusion.

The Jing family was able to arrive safely, he and his soldiers were able to reach Cangwu safely, and they easily found the mineral vein. Everything he had done in the past two years had gone so smoothly, all because of the fairy aunt and this brave and careful niece in front of him.

Thinking of this, Jing Changjiang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes also stretched out.

"Uncle, thank you Sister Xi, thank you Aunt Fairy." Jing Changjiang expressed his heartfelt thanks only then, his voice so low that it seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest.

His gaze fell on Jing Chunxi. This seemingly petite and fragile niece was now shrouded in a mysterious aura in his eyes. The sunlight filtered through the old locust tree in the courtyard, casting mottled shadows on her light gray clothes. In a trance, she actually looked a bit like an immortal.

Jing Chunxi turned around upon hearing this, with a sly smile on her lips: "Uncle must have a lot of old injuries on his body, right?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned to Xu Zize, who was playing with a leaf picked from somewhere between his slender fingers and had no intention of interrupting them.

Xu Zize understood and straightened up, the sunlight streaming on his silver robe: "General, let's go to the main hall to drink some tea made with well water. It's a good thing, it can refresh and heal injuries." When he said this, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a sated cat.

Jing Chunxi raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously. Drink tea?

Xu Zize didn't care about her expression. Instead, he smiled even more brightly, revealing a row of neat white teeth: "Brother Xiaokang, please move over a set of the best tea table, tea chairs, and tea sets in the room. We will also use the best Yunwu tea. We are just waiting for the general and Xier to come in." As he spoke, he made an exaggerated "please" gesture, his sleeves swaying gently in the wind.

Jing Chunxi chuckled silently, shook his head, and his temples swayed slightly. He looked annoyed and said, "You really know how to enjoy yourself."

When she turned to Jing Changjiang, her eyes sparkled with excitement, like a child who couldn't wait to show off her favorite toys: "Uncle, I have collected a lot of good things, all for you, please take a look..." As she spoke, she pulled Jing Changjiang's wide sleeves and walked towards the main hall, her steps so light as if she was walking on clouds.

If the feeling he had just had when he entered the space was surprise, Jing Changjiang felt frightened when he saw the mountains of weapons and gold and silver treasures.

Swords with a cold gleam were neatly stacked on sandalwood racks, filling up several small courtyards, with tens of thousands of them; the boxes in several rooms on the east side were half open, revealing the golden ingots and various jewels inside, which reflected a dizzying light in the sun; the most shocking thing was the piles of crossbows placed in the middle, which were the latest weapons that even the imperial guards in the capital had not yet been equipped with.

Jing Changjiang's breathing unconsciously became heavier. As a general who had been fighting in battles for many years, he knew too well what these equipment meant - it might mean the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers in the entire Daqing Dynasty.

Jing Chunxi seemed unsatisfied, and she whispered regretfully in Jing Changjiang's ear, "What a pity for that grain! It was originally meant to be used as military rations for my uncle." She pouted and twisted her belt with her fingers, "It's now a bargain for the people of Jiujiang and Jian'an counties."

But then her expression brightened again, and she shook her head like a proud little bird, "But..." She deliberately prolonged her voice, with a cunning gleam in her eyes, "Uncle, wait for me to clear a place for these tea, porcelain and big ships. And then store up a lot of food for you, so that the soldiers won't starve." She said this lightly, as if she was just talking about what snacks to buy tomorrow, rather than enough food to support several armies.

Jing Changjiang no longer had any doubts. He gently placed his rough hands on his niece's slender shoulders, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric. Only then did he realize that this wasn't a dream. This girl, who had grown up under his watch, had once been a spoiled child at his knees, was now capable of such feats.

"Uncle thanks Xi'er," Jing Changjiang's voice choked. He straightened his back, which was slightly aching from years of fighting, and bowed solemnly to Jing Chunxi. "Uncle thanks you on behalf of the soldiers on the border, and on behalf of the people of Daqing Dynasty."

Jing Chunxi screamed in surprise at this unexpected gift, scurrying behind Xu Zize like a frightened rabbit, revealing only half her flushed face. "Uncle, you're bullying me! I'm so embarrassed!" Her voice was tinged with coquettishness, her fingers tightly gripping Xu Zize's sleeve. Xu Zize's shoulders shook with laughter, but he continued to dutifully serve as a human shield.