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"This is an embroidery that my cousin Mingrong gave me. You can keep it as a souvenir."

Jing Chunxi gently passed a handkerchief to Wutou. It was a pale pink, soft and delicate, embroidered with delicate peonies, their petals layered and lifelike, almost as if you could smell the delicate fragrance of flowers. Jing Mingrong had embroidered it herself, pouring her heart and soul into every stitch and thread.

If it weren't for the situation with Wutou, she really wouldn't be willing to give it away.

Jing Mingrong gave Jing Chunxi the most embroidery, including a set of inner garments, two round fans, and two handkerchiefs. Jing Chunxi gave Wutou a single handkerchief because he thought handkerchiefs were easier to preserve.

Wutou had so many children at home. If he were to give him a round fan, it would probably be broken or folded by the children soon after he got home. However, the handkerchief was small and delicate, and it would not take up much space in his arms or at the bottom of a box. Wutou would definitely keep it well.

"Was it embroidered by Sister Rong? Thank you, cousin Xi, thank you!" Wu Tou quickly took it and carefully covered one of his cheeks with the handkerchief, as if he could feel the warmth of his loved ones in this way.

His eyes were once again filled with tears, which welled up in his sockets but never fell. He choked out a sob and said, "Sister Rong embroidered it. She really did! I'll cherish it and won't damage it. It's so good, so good." He promised solemnly, his tone firm and sincere, and he murmured with a hint of disbelief.

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After sending the five beasts out, Jing Chunxi turned back to her room. After a few steps, she was startled again. Her heart skipped a beat and she almost cried out.

After seeing the man clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief and teased unhappily, "It's okay to scare me, but don't scare mother." As she said that, she walked past her master and pushed the door into the room.

Jing Yi stood at the door with a serious expression, as if he had something important to say to Jing Chunxi.

"Master, are you in a hurry to reply?" Jing Chunxi asked tentatively, knowing the answer anyway.

Jing Yi remained silent, following him into the house and finding a chair outside to sit down. The eagerness in his eyes was so obvious that Jing Chunxi secretly laughed.

After pouring him a glass of water and sitting opposite him, Jing Chunxi slowly kept him in suspense: "I don't have anything. Maybe your grandfather will send you a pigeon message." She deliberately dragged out her voice, making Jing Yi roll his eyes, obviously not believing it.

As she grew taller, her hanging feet had long reached the ground. She could no longer shake her legs like before, and she felt that it was not fun at all.

"My uncle also went back to Yamen Village with us. The whole family was very happy to see him. My aunt had never expected that my uncle would be able to come home. She cried her eyes out."

Jing Chunxi began to talk about what happened along the way slowly and leisurely, completely ignoring Jing Yi's urgency.

She whispered, "And Erlang and Silang, they can't wait to stick with their eldest uncle all the time. And Qilang is so chubby and looks especially like the third aunt. Master, you know! He can even eat sweet cakes." As she spoke, she gestured with her hands to describe Qilang's cute appearance, with a smile from the heart on her face.

Jing Yi rolled his eyes in anger and glared at Jing Chunxi, but she made him laugh and cry. Jing Chunxi deliberately ignored him and continued, "Second uncle may not be dead. I dreamed that he fell in the swamp covered in blood. Eldest uncle has sent people to look for him."

At this point, Jing Yi's expression softened, and he seemed happy about it. But he just nodded, staring intently, as if he could stare out the reply.

"I sincerely want to marry your mother." Jing Yi paused, and finally lost his patience. He looked at Jing Chunxi seriously and said, "I will never let you down in this life." His eyes were full of determination and sincerity. This was a promise he made to her, a junior.

Jing Chunxi had a blank expression on her face, wanting to hear how he would say something gilded. However, she felt a little uneasy, not knowing what Jing Yi would say next.

"From now on, you and Pu Ge'er will be Master's eldest son and daughter." When Jing Yi said this, the image of a confident brat suddenly flashed through his mind. He seemed to have said something harsh to him for the sake of the little girl in front of him.

"If you are willing." He blurted out these words immediately. Jing Chunxi could clearly hear the urgency in his words, because when he said this, he looked at her with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was hiding some secret in his heart.

"Haha!" Jing Chunxi misunderstood and thought that he was worried that he would become a burden, so he couldn't help but sneer.

He hasn't even married my mother yet, but he's already treating her as a burden.

In reality, being the eldest daughter of Prince Jing's family was exactly what she didn't want. Ever since Xu Zize, with a worried look on his face, asked her to stay in the Jing family and not change her surname, she had been making plans for this. She secretly marveled at Xu Zize's ruthless eyesight, having seen through her master's thoughts at a glance.

She pretended not to care and said with a sneer, "I won't go back with you. My last name will be Jing in this life." She said this angrily.

Jing Yi thought, it’s bad!

I knew that this girl had misunderstood, and I felt a little depressed and didn't know where to start.

"Master doesn't mean that. If you and Pu Ge'er..."

He suddenly became anxious, thought for a moment, and blurted out, "How about, Master, don't change your surname. After all, it was the Jing family who saved my life, so I'll be their son-in-law! We both have the surname Jing."