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Just when everyone thought Jing Chunxi was going to take the space treasure, Jing Chunxi suddenly thought and said, "Qiuyi Manor is quite good. Prince Jing said he would take his grandmother there to recuperate for a while. He said that soaking in the hot springs might help her recover."

"Qiuyi Manor?" Jing Changning asked curiously, with a hint of doubt in his voice and curiosity in his eyes.

"We added several farms and shops last year, all purchased with Master's help." Jing Chunxi briefly recounted how she had placed people around Peng and how she had bought the farms and shops from the Pingyang Marquis's mansion at a low price. She remembered Master's help and felt a surge of gratitude.

These matters had not been mentioned in previous correspondence, so everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard about it, thinking it was the right thing to do. The old lady nodded, "It's just returning the property to its original owner."

Jing Chunxi looked at her grandfather and said, "How about this, I'll give Qiuyi Village to my mother as a dowry, and let her choose a few shops." Jing Chunxi was happy that she had the ability to prepare a dowry for her mother.

"Qiuyi Manor? Which Yi?" Jing Changning seemed to be possessed, and kept on dwelling on the name of the manor. He had been struggling with this for a long time.

"Qiu as in Autumn, Yi..." Jing Chunxi was at a loss for words. She frowned slightly, then suddenly thought, "Yi as in Jing Yi. Zhuangzi's name was given by Master."

"Qiu Rong, Jing Yi." Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at Jing Yongcheng as if they suddenly woke up.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jing Yongcheng slammed the table and said angrily, "It turns out he has been thinking about it for a long time!"

On July 11, Jing Chunxi, Jing Changjiang and his party set out on their journey to Cangwu.

Every carriage and every person's pocket was stuffed with peach leaves. According to Nanny Wang, ghosts knock on doors on July 14th, and peach leaves can ward off evil spirits and bring them peace on the road.

Four guards and three carriages were left to Chuntao and Hongfen, who were asked to collect the letters and packages that needed to be sent back to Qingshan Villa from several families, and then rush to Shibaao to meet them after the Ghost Festival.

Along the way, they hurried and did not stop during the day. They started their journey at dawn and camped in the wild after dark.

Before noon on the fourth day, we finally arrived at the small mountain town of Cangwu.

The bluestone road meandered into the mist, its arcades lining the road old and yellow, like dried longan trees salted by time. The damp morning mist clung to the corrugated tiles, dripping in strings, startling the cat curled up by the tea stall.

Suddenly, I came across a fiery red kapok tree at the corner, which was burning through half the sky with crackling sounds. An old lady with a basket on her back was walking slowly across the puddles, and the breath of the mountain city was stuck in this humid wind.

Jing Chunxi jumped off the carriage and smelled three parts astringency of tea dregs and seven parts sweetness of lychees in the air, which made her very fascinated.

Jing Changjiang dismounted and said to everyone, "After you settle down, wash up well. We will go up the mountain tomorrow."

After several days of traveling in the scorching heat, everyone was sweating and miserable. Finally, they could rest for a night at the inn. The first, seventh, and ninth months immediately asked the waiter to bring warm water to their rooms and the young ladies' rooms.

Xiaoman, Chuyi and the guards, with the permission of Jing Changjiang and Uncle Kuaijiao, could not wait to jump into the Xijiang River on the edge of the county town, wanting to wash off the sour smell on their bodies as soon as possible.

Jing Chunxi was fine, hiding in her own space under the curtains of the carriage, bathing and sleeping every night, and she was in good spirits. Jing Changjiang also benefited from his niece's kindness, having her take him in the bath twice and sharing a lot of delicious food.

Jing Chunxi tasted Wuzhou County’s most famous delicacy, tortoise jelly, for the first time.

She scooped up a spoonful and tremblingly brought it to her lips. The black jade-like paste melted on her tongue, first bringing with it the thick sweetness of honey, like a river rising in spring, with bitter rocks suddenly emerging from the sweet waves. The herbal sweetness lingered like the rustling of bamboo after rain, and a slightly cool medicinal fragrance filled her throat, as if she had swallowed an entire humid Lingnan dusk.

The sweetness, tinged with a slight bitterness from traditional Chinese medicine, struck Jing Chunxi's taste buds, something she had never experienced before. She was still a little unaccustomed to it, and after taking a few bites, she couldn't help but frown.

Qiyue easily caught her slight frown. She covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled, saying, "Master, you should have a bowl of ice spring soy milk! They are both the best in Wuzhou County, but the taste is very different."

Jing Chunxi took the bowl handed to her by July, and with a light touch she knew that the food was also chilled. She was tempted by the smell.

A sip of ice spring soy milk slides down the throat, and the refreshing sweetness explodes instantly, as if a waterfall crashing into a mountain stream in midsummer - the soy fragrance wrapped in crushed ice dances on the tip of the tongue, and every pore shivers with pleasure.

From the throat to the stomach, it felt like being caressed by mint-colored silk, the heat collapsed, leaving only the rich taste of soy milk swirling between the teeth and emitting cool bubbles.

Jing Chunxi couldn't help but exclaim: "Why is it so delicious? Give me another half bowl." After drinking most of the bowl in a few gulps, Jing Chunxi handed the bowl over again.

If Jing Chunxi hadn't smelled the lingering aroma of soy milk before she even took a sip, she wouldn't have dared drink it. She was truly terrified of the beany, fermented aroma of soy milk in Beijing, and even the sight of anything similar would put her off.

After eating and drinking, Xiaoman and Chuyi were invited in by Jing Chunxi.

They had originally thought they would receive some special mission and were feeling quite pleased with themselves. However, when they saw the general and the fast-footed uncle coming in, they froze and dared not move.

July and the others also stayed quietly by the side.

Jing Chunxi did not intend to hide his plan, and he also followed his master's teachings and would never act rashly without permission.

She said, "Uncle, if several groups of people could sneak into the mountains quietly in three days, they must have a base in the county town."

She was not jumping to conclusions, but she had heard from her uncle that beyond the Damuding Mountains there were still endless mountains. It was impossible for those people to take a shortcut and instead risk being torn apart by wild beasts and getting lost by crossing the mountains from there.

Therefore, it is inevitable to have a place to stay in Cangwu County.

"My uncle has already sent people out to investigate. Commander Lin and his men are not stupid either. They must have made some moves." After hearing what his uncle said, Jing Chunxi felt a little discouraged: it turned out that he was not the only one who was smart.