An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"Sister Xi!" The old lady almost covered her mouth with her hand in a hurry and gave her a stern warning look.

Xu Zize glanced at her sideways, pursed his lips slightly, neither shook his head nor expressed his agreement, but looked at King Yan.

I thought the King of Yan would be furious, but he just raised his head slowly, his deep gaze lingered on Jing Chunxi's face for a moment, and he actually showed a hint of approval, "Go on." His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it carried an irresistible force.

Under the scorching gazes of the crowd, Jing Chunxi suddenly felt a little timid and couldn't think straight for a while.

She twisted the corner of her clothes, hesitated for a long time, and finally blurted out: "My second uncle - should not be dead!" She regretted it as soon as she said it, looked at her grandparents hurriedly, and added hastily, "My eldest uncle sent people to rescue him." The voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into almost a murmur.

She clearly remembered her uncle Jing Changjiang's warning: if you have one more hope, you may suffer a greater blow again.

Therefore, when he sent people north to look for Jing Changan, Jing Changjiang strictly forbade them to reveal any information to the old general and his wife, precisely because he knew that the matter was full of variables, for fear that the two elders could not bear the pain of shattered hopes.

"Who are you talking about, Sister Xi? Who's not dead?" The old lady's voice suddenly rose, and her trembling hands tightly grasped the tablecloth, her knuckles turning white.

Her wrinkled face was filled with shock, and her cloudy eyes stared at Jing Chunxi, as if trying to find some clues from her face.

Everyone in the room turned their eyes to Jing Chunxi. Even Jing Changning, who had just put a piece of meat into his mouth, forgot to be polite and opened his greasy mouth wide enough to fit an egg.

The old general's hand, gripping the wine glass, trembled violently. The amber liquor splashed against the glass's walls, creating a dark stain on the sandalwood tabletop. Veins bulged on the backs of his calloused hands, but a strange light glimmered in his eyes.

Prince Yan, who was sitting below, tapped the table with his knuckles, his brows furrowed, his deep gaze flickering in the candlelight.

Xu Zize lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes casting two shadows on his face. He pursed his lips and said nothing, but his mind was as clear as a mirror - this girl must be impatient and ready to take advantage of the opportunity.

"My second uncle Jing Chang'an is most likely not dead." Because Prince Yan was there and Jing Chunxi was afraid that he didn't know, he specifically mentioned his uncle's name, and this time he said it with great certainty.

Before she finished speaking, the whole room was filled with gasps.

Worried that her grandmother couldn't bear it, she deliberately rested her elbows on the table, her slender white fingers against her temples, and closed and opened her eyes several times. Every time she opened her eyes, she looked straight at the old lady and the old general, and also looked at her third uncle once.

She did this action very slowly, making sure that all three of them could see it clearly - this was hinting at the immortal's dream.

The old general slammed his wine glass down and looked at the old lady. She clutched her chest, tears streaming down her wrinkled face. Their gazes met with Jing Changning's in mid-air, their tense shoulders gradually relaxing, but all six eyes remained fixed on Jing Chunxi.

"My son..." The old lady finally couldn't control herself anymore. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears while sobbing. Jing Chunxi hurriedly handed her a handkerchief, but the old lady waved her hand away.

The old man wiped the corner of his eye with his rough thumb, and suddenly a tearful smile appeared on his face, with unspeakable expectations hidden in that smile.

Jing Chunxi's heart was still beating like a drum.

Ever since that dream about her second uncle, she'd been convinced this wasn't a random act, but rather a divine intervention. She desperately wanted to break the impasse—the emperor's body, hollowed out by alcohol and lust, couldn't hold out much longer, and the court lacked a successor. If it dragged on...

Moreover, she felt that she could not wait any longer. The Jing family's revival could not be delayed any longer. In her previous life, she had not lived past the age of fifteen, and now she was less than three years away from fifteen.

What if..., she really didn't dare to think about it.

She turned to Xu Zize, her almond eyes filled with pleading, and then she opened her mouth and wanted to speak.

Xu Zize suddenly pressed down her hand on the table and stopped her. The warmth from his fingertips made her heart skip a beat.

"Father," Xu Zize's voice was as clear as broken jade, "Xier and I will find a way to get weapons and food." He spoke in a firm tone, but his hand on Jing Chunxi tightened quietly.

"You guys figure it out?" Prince Yan snorted, his hawk-like gaze darting back and forth between the two children. His fingers rubbed the rim of his wine glass, his tone sharp with the unique sharpness of a seasoned warrior, "The court is already struggling, and you..."

"The cases in Jiujiang and Jian'an counties," Xu Zize interrupted calmly, his fingertips lightly stroking Jing Chunxi's palm. "Those grain donations to compensate the wealthy merchants..." He looked meaningfully at the maid beside him, "It was all secretly arranged by the Jing family."

The young man straightened his back, the silver lines on his dark robe flowing in the candlelight. "Over the past two years, my son and I have been running the ceramics and tea business over there, as well as the silk business in Jiangnan, so we have accumulated quite a bit of money."

Prince Yan's eyes suddenly gleamed with brilliance, and he unconsciously leaned forward, looking directly into Xu Zize's eyes: "Can this really be solved?"

When discussing with the old general this afternoon, he had originally planned to dig in Daqing Mountain because of the silver issue, but he was worried that it would alert the enemy, and he was not sure whether the gold and silver buried there must be gold and silver that could be used immediately.

If these two children could help, he would have enough to cover the rest of the needs with what he had accumulated.

"We'll go to Jiangnan to collect grain after we leave. Don't worry, Prince Yan," Jing Chunxi said hurriedly, remembering that there was not much grain left in the space, and the wheat planted in the gap should be harvested. There were also sweet potatoes, taro, corn, sorghum and other grains. She suddenly felt more confident, "We've already stockpiled quite a lot."

She secretly glanced at her grandfather. The old man was glaring at her, his white beard twitching in anger, obviously scolding her for acting on her own.

Jing Changning suddenly slammed the table and stood up: "If necessary, the Jing family can give everything, and the Jing family's men are ready to go into battle at any time!" His voice was so loud that the dust on the beam fell down.

The King of Yan was moved by what he said and cast a questioning look at the old general. The old general stroked his beard and nodded slightly, which made the King of Yan's eyes suddenly red.

Xu Zize struck while the iron was hot: "The Crown Prince's privately built armory..." He paused for a moment, "It's on the mountain in Jian'an County." After thinking for a moment, he said, "The general has also made preparations at Shibaao."

"Indeed." Jing Yongcheng replied with a stiff upper lip, glaring at Jing Chunxi as if he wanted to eat her. The old man cursed this little ancestor in his heart for his reckless behavior, but he had to lie: "I'm just waiting for the prince's instructions."

"Good!" The King of Yan suddenly slammed his hands on the table, causing dishes to clang. He turned and cupped his fists toward the old general, his armor clanging. "Old General, let's move up the afternoon's discussion."

Zhou Wei hadn't drunk for a long time and was a bit drunk. He remained silent, standing in the shadows.

At this moment, he finally couldn't help but hold down the sword at his waist. The hand that had been holding the sword for years was trembling slightly, and the old scar on the back of his hand was glowing red with excitement, as if bursting with endless power.