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"Your mother was deceived by Chu Xuan back then, and your grandmother was blind and failed to stop it in time." Seeing Jing Chunxi's nervous look, the old lady's wrinkled face was full of self-blame.

She sighed softly, a look of guilt in her eyes, and embraced Jing Chunxi again, her tone choking with sobs, "Grandmother is also at fault. She failed to protect your mother well, which is why she suffered so much injustice, and you have suffered as well."

"Your mother is not yet thirty. Since she has met a good man, she shouldn't let herself be wronged." Jing Chunxi's shoulder was patted gently by the old lady. The old lady's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples, and Jing Chunxi's heart was filled with complicated waves.

Her eyes suddenly widened, a hint of panic flashing in them. It would be foolish of her not to understand what her grandmother said at this moment.

Suddenly, she thought of the strange things Xu Zize had said to her. How had she responded then? Back then, she had been resolute and even angry: "My mother will never remarry." She clearly remembered her resolve at the time, but now, facing her grandmother's words, her heart began to waver.

Seeing Jing Chunxi's eyes and facial expressions constantly changing, the old lady felt very reluctant. She bit her lips lightly and couldn't bear to say anything more.

After all, it was common in the capital for men to remarry, and women from wealthy families who were divorced or divorced often lived out their lives in the backyard, alone, or were sent to the ancestral temple to live out their lives in seclusion. How many half-grown children could accept the sudden appearance of a stepfather?

The old lady knew the difficulties involved very well. She looked at Jing Chunxi with heartache, not knowing how to comfort her.

"Your master should be a pretty good person." Jing Changjiang didn't notice the old lady's expression. He frowned slightly and blurted out words of defense.

Based on his understanding of Jing Yi over the years, and considering Jing Yi's current status, he was quite satisfied with this brother-in-law. More importantly, he was sincere in his request. He looked at Jing Chunxi with encouragement in his eyes, hoping that she could accept this reality.

Her uncle's words confirmed Xu Zize's advice to her, and reminded her of Xu Zize's last words, "Xi'er must trust the judgment of grandpa and grandma."

Jing Chunxi's heart trembled slightly. She remembered her master's teachings and scoldings to her. Those harsh yet caring words seemed to still echo in her ears.

She recalled the time her master held her under his armpits and took her on adventures, a thrilling experience she still remembers. The feeling of trust and reliance filled her heart with warmth.

She also remembered that her master carefully selected and trained the people for her, and every detail reflected her master's care for her.

The master often came to their house to eat, eat together, and help his mother solve every problem. Pu Ge'er followed the master's example, accepting his care and concern, and his heart and eyes were full of trust and reliance on him. This was something he had never experienced before in the Pingyang Marquis Mansion. Back then, Pu Ge'er was not only not close to his scumbag father, but was also timid when he saw him, often hiding behind his mother.

The scenes of their past interactions flashed through Jing Chunxi's mind, and her heart gradually calmed down.

Thinking that the man was her master, she suddenly stopped being timid, and a little anticipation slowly rose in her heart.

She didn't even realize that the corners of her mouth had quietly curled up unconsciously.

"Prince Jing, Princess Jing, and your master all included marriage proposals and betrothal gifts in their letters." Jing Chunxi's expression didn't reflect the gloom or irritation he'd expected. Instead, a look of enlightenment, like the sun shining through the clouds, appeared on his face. At this point, Jing Yongcheng finally dared to speak.

He felt that such a good marriage was a gift from his daughter, something no one else could hope for. As long as his daughter was willing and his grandchildren understood, they would naturally not refuse.

"If Sister Xi agrees, Grandfather will have to write a letter overnight and let you take it back."

After finally figuring it out, Jing Chunxi nodded without hesitation, her eyes revealing determination. She suddenly felt that if that person was her master, it wouldn't be bad. Her heart was filled with anticipation, as if she had already seen a beautiful life in the future.

Jing Yongcheng pondered for a moment and said, "But, unless your mother and Jing Yi have no more children, Pu Ge'er cannot take the position of the eldest son. Go back and tell Pu Ge'er to work hard to get a good degree." Jing Chunxi nodded. She understood what her grandfather meant. They couldn't take it for granted that they could replace the position of the eldest grandson of the Jingwang Mansion just because the master didn't care. This would be unfair to both the master and the Jingwang Mansion. So she said, "Xi'er knows this,"

Worried that her grandfather didn't know what was going on in Prince Jing's Mansion, Jing Chunxi added, "Prince Hong originally had two sons, and that person must have been responsible." She wanted her grandfather to understand that Prince Jing's Mansion indeed had no legitimate grandson yet.

"Let your mother give birth to a child later, but don't let him have no descendants." The old general's words were full of energy, which made them all grin. Jing Yongcheng didn't expect that he would be slapped hard by the old lady. "Keep your voice down, don't you think it's a big deal?" Although the old lady meant to blame, there was the same joy in her eyes.

"Marrying off a daughter openly is a big deal." Jing Yongcheng retorted nonchalantly, and the muscles on his face were finally no longer so tense.

"Grandfather will give you another letter tomorrow morning. You can take the 70,000 taels of silver back to mother." Jing Yongcheng had just finished speaking when the old lady hurriedly took it over. "What about the dowry?"

Several people looked at each other, they were just happy and didn't think about this problem at all. Jing Yi and Prince Jing directly stuffed the banknotes in the letter because the journey was long and they wanted to make it easier.

Jing Changning frowned slightly and said, "Or we can give them some banknotes as well." In the past, the general's mansion would have married off their daughter with a grand ceremony, but now the emperor is far away and they are powerless.

Jing Changjiang immediately objected, "How can that be? Shouldn't we give all the gold ingots that were melted down to Qiu Rong?" His voice was insistent, his eyes resolute. He felt he couldn't let his sister and nephews suffer any injustice; he had to give them the best.

"I think this is okay!" Jing Yongcheng nodded in agreement.

Seeing that his grandparents nodded in agreement, Jing Chunxi hesitated.

With her around, there was no shortage of silver in either the capital or Qingshan Manor. But the sweet potato starch and dried bamboo shoots wouldn't all be sold at once. The only way to make quick money was panning for gold. But so far, the first batch of gold cakes and ingots that had been melted down into blocks hadn't yielded much.

It would take a long time to relocate so many soldiers in a short period of time, and then start panning for gold right after they arrived. A lot of silver would be needed after all this.

Jing Chunxi secretly thought in his heart that this relocation was like fighting a war, so there must be sufficient food and grass, and no room for carelessness.

"Keep the gold ingots for your own use." If Jing Chunxi said at this time that he would leave the betrothal silver notes or ask for them directly from the space, these elders would definitely not agree. After all, they also knew that he planned to stockpile a large amount of grain.

She bit her lip slightly and said what she was thinking, "Xi'er, we'll find a way to pay the dowry." Her voice was firm. It was just a dowry, it wasn't like she couldn't afford it.