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"By the way, Master and Prince Jing also asked me to bring you a letter." When Jing Chunxi mentioned Master, she suddenly remembered their repeated instructions, asking her to personally deliver the letter to her grandfather.

She took out the envelope from her bosom and placed it gently on the table, with a rare seriousness in her eyes.

"Did Jing Yi also bring a letter to Grandfather?" Jing Changjiang looked at Jing Chunxi suspiciously, then at his father, his eyes full of confusion. He frowned, thinking. Why did it feel wrong? If it was an urgent matter, the message would definitely be delivered via secret letter. Given Jing Yi's personality, no news would be passed around him.

Jing Yongcheng also looked at Jing Changjiang strangely and said, "Hasn't he been in direct contact with you?" There was confusion in his tone, and his eyes swept back and forth between Jing Changjiang and Jing Chunxi.

He turned and looked at Jing Chunxi strangely, then looked at the old lady, and said hesitantly, "Could it be that Princess Jing suddenly thought of you, Madam? I don't have any friendship with Prince Jing." Thinking of Prince Jing's tall figure, his face was a little blurry. When they met before, they had only nodded and said hello, not a deep friendship. Why would she suddenly write to him? Princess Jing and his wife had a little friendship in their youth, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were close friends.

After hearing what the elders said, Jing Chunxi suddenly hesitated, wondering whether he should tell them that his master was the third son of Prince Jing.

She struggled slightly in her heart, but then she thought of her master's repeated instructions to keep it secret from her mother first, so she decided not to reveal it yet.

She thought for a moment, pushed the two large and thick envelopes towards her grandfather, and said, "Grandma Princess Jing was poisoned before, and by chance, Xier saved her. Maybe Grandpa Prince Jing wants to convey his gratitude to you!" There was a hint of temptation in her words, trying to explain the reason for the letter.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case, but she was also confused: "But Sister Xi has already accepted gifts from Prince Jing and his wife." She frowned, as if recalling something.

She slapped her forehead suddenly and said, "There was a cart of gifts that Grandpa Jing Wang had to give to my grandparents. I put it in my space and forgot about it."

Everyone was surprised when they heard her words. Jing Yongcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, becoming even more confused.

No matter how many doubts you have, it is better to see it for yourself.

Jing Yongcheng looked a little serious as he carefully identified the handwriting on the envelope. After confirming that it was correct, he slowly handed one of them to Jing Changjiang.

Jing Changjiang took the envelope with a serious look in his eyes. He took the envelope and nodded slightly, and then the two of them opened the envelope almost at the same time and in unison.

"Crash!" A crisp sound broke the silence of the study.

As Jing Changjiang pulled out a stack of papers, Jing Yongcheng also pulled out four or five neatly folded pieces of letter paper. However, the moment Jing Yongcheng pulled out the letter paper, the stack of papers in the envelope accidentally fell to the ground.

The sudden noise startled everyone present, and even made them feel uneasy. Jing Chunxi, who was sitting in the first seat below his grandmother, saw the papers fall and immediately jumped up like a little rabbit, then quickly squatted down, wanting to help his grandfather pick up the scattered papers.

As soon as her hand touched the pieces of paper that were slightly thicker than the letter paper, and she touched only two pieces, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's silver bills!" Her voice was surprised and unexpected.

When everyone heard her shout, they all turned their eyes to the papers scattered on the ground. Jing Yongcheng and Jing Changjiang were also stunned. Jing Yongcheng frowned and whispered, "How could it be?"

There was a hint of doubt and confusion in his tone. Jing Changjiang was also surprised. He took out the first few pieces of writing paper from the envelope and placed them on the coffee table. Then he took out the rest of the paper and shook it in front of everyone.

“That’s also available.”

Although everyone couldn't see the specific denomination of the silver note, it was clear from the texture and thickness of the paper that it was indeed a silver note.

"What are they doing?" Jing Yongcheng couldn't help but get angry when he saw so many banknotes. This sudden wealth made him feel very uneasy. He didn't know what those two people were up to.

Jing Chunxi didn't care at all. She picked up the last banknote and held it in her hand. The stack of banknotes seemed particularly heavy in her hand.

She raised her head and looked at everyone with a smug smile on her face: "Grandpa Prince Jing is so generous." She still insisted that Prince Jing gave her the gift in recognition of her saving Princess Jing.

She recalled the scene of that day. If she hadn't been alert and realized that Prince Jing's wife had been poisoned, how could the subsequent events have happened? Also, if Xu Zize hadn't recognized his master as Prince Jing's lost son, Prince Jing would probably have died without knowing that the person above him wanted him to have no children or grandchildren.

"Hehe! Let me tell you." Jing Chunxi didn't want to hide it anymore, she said to everyone complacently, "The youngest son of Prince Jing was found by me and the prince." She looked at everyone, seeing the expressions of disbelief in their eyes, she couldn't help but say, "Haha! Aren't we awesome?" with a full tone of boasting.

At this moment, Jing Changning was the calmest. He came over, took the banknotes from Jing Chunxi's hand, looked at them carefully, and said, "They are all denominations of one thousand taels. Let me count them."

He began to count the banknotes one by one, his movements were slow but very careful. As he counted the banknotes, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense, and everyone held their breath, waiting for his result.

"One, two, three, four, five... fifty, father, Prince Jing's total is fifty thousand taels." Jing Changning's voice echoed in the room. As his voice fell, the room was silent and you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was shocked by this number.

Jing Changjiang pinched the thickness of the silver bills in his hand and whispered, "What's going on with this kid Jing Yi? This must be at least 20,000 taels. Did this poor kid make a fortune?" Then he looked at Jing Chunxi, wanting her explanation.

Hearing his uncle mention the master's name, Jing Chunxi's voice became very low, like a mosquito buzzing in his ear: "His name is not Jing Yi, his name is Xu Dingchun, and he is the third son of Grandpa Jing Wang."

Although her voice was low, her words exploded like a massive firecracker in the room. This time, the room was completely silent, even the chirping of cicadas outside was gone.

Everyone was shocked by the news. Prince Jing's third son was rescued by their Jing family and was now helping with work in their Qingshan Villa.

The most important thing is that because of the Jing family, he is now a deserter.