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

Yin was different. No one told her that Jing Chang'an might still be alive, so she considered herself an orphan and a widow. Without the concern for her husband, she put all her thoughts on her children.

Her eyes were fixed on Jing Chunxi, afraid of missing any details.

The only child from my second aunt's family who went into exile with her was Sanlang. Of those who stayed in the capital, she gave birth to Wulang and Jinjie'er, as well as two illegitimate sons and daughters. Therefore, she had many questions, and Jing Chunxi deliberately talked more about her two legitimate children to reassure her.

"Sister Jin is not like Sister Mingyue. She is very lively. If Xier is at home, she usually comes to sleep in the same room with me and often eats with us." Jing Chunxi said softly with a doting smile on his face, as if the lively and active figure of Sister Jin appeared in front of him.

Yin sighed softly, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness, but also comforting: "It's good this way. With Aunt and Sister Xi here, at least she won't have to cry about us." A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"The teacher said that there are three children in the provincial school with good grades who should be able to pass the examination for students of higher learning. One of them is Brother Wulang." Jing Chunxi paused deliberately here, observing Yin's reaction.

As expected, Yin's interest suddenly perked up, and she asked anxiously, "Really? This child is so hardworking? Hey! It can be said that we have paid attention to him."

A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, but she quickly frowned and said worriedly, "Can't he take the exam? He should be able to pass it! Uncle San said he can." The child is a good student, so naturally she wants him to pass the exam as soon as possible, but she is still a little worried.

Jing Yongning was well versed in the law and had informed them that the crime was not serious enough for these children who were only a few years old at the time, so the children could take part in the imperial examination.

However, because of the elders' status as prisoners, it is difficult for them to be treated as fairly as other candidates, which will definitely affect the final judgment.

No matter how good your grades are, you will not be able to pass the palace examination, and the court will not use you.

"Father and Prince Jing have analyzed the matter and said that it's okay to take the exam a year or two later. He's not that old, so Second Aunt doesn't need to worry.

Jing Chunxi paused for a moment and continued, "After the New Year, Dad sent them to Wenhua Academy, and Pu Ge'er went with them."

"Oh! That's good! That's good! It would be great if I could enter Wenhua Academy." Wenhua Academy is a famous school in the capital except for the Imperial College. You can't get in even if you have connections.

If there hadn't been only one oil lamp burning in the room, one would have definitely seen tears in Yin's eyes. Her voice was a little choked, but more of it was relief and gratitude.

Jing Mingrong did not sit like the others, but slept next to Jin Chunxi as usual.

Although she said nothing, Jing Chunxi knew that she was not a heartless person and still cared about her younger siblings. So he also spoke softly about the situation of Wutou and the others at home.

"Brother Wutou is now quite good at martial arts and is very accurate in archery. He can shoot several flying birds every day. Daddy said that he will take him to the military camp for training when he has the chance." Her voice was soft and warm, as if soothing Mingrong's heart.

"Now, Liutou works as a manager in the shop, and every time he comes back, he brings gifts for his younger brothers and sisters." Jing Chunxi continued, with a motherly pride on her face.

After she had finished speaking, the others started talking at once.

Jing Mingyue, who had been bored for a long time, was very curious about Qingshan Villa and couldn't help asking about her younger brothers and sisters. Her voice was full of anxiety, and she couldn't wait to learn more.

Mingzhu didn't remember anything during her exile, but she often heard the elders talk about her brothers and sisters who stayed in the capital. She also knew that Sister Yao had bullied her and Sister Jin had protected her, so she asked a few questions.

At this time she was very serious, with anticipation in her eyes, as if she was imagining those relatives whom she had not seen for a long time.

Only Qiaoqiao and Mingrong remained silent from beginning to end, but they did not fall asleep either, and listened to every word.

They lay there quietly, their eyes slightly narrowed, but their ears perked up, afraid of missing any details.

Qiaoqiao didn't understand the people and events they were talking about, so she just treated it as a story. Mingrong, on the other hand, hadn't completely gotten over the experience yet, so she just wanted to hear more about her younger siblings, to comfort her lonely heart.

"Sister Xi,"

At the end, just when Jing Chunxi thought it was over and she could go to sleep, Zhuang called her softly again, with a hint of hesitation and helplessness in her voice.

"Well, aunt, Xi'er is listening!"

When she heard the voice, she knew that her aunt had something else to do. Jing Chunxi regained her spirits, made herself sit more upright, and looked at Zhuang intently, motioning her to continue.

"Hey! Auntie doesn't know what to say either," Zhuang sighed, a look of embarrassment on her face. "When I asked grandma, she always said to wait a little longer." She frowned slightly, as if thinking about how to express her thoughts.

But after she said a few words, Jing Chunxi was still a little confused and didn't know what his aunt was trying to say.

"Brother Wulang is almost twenty years old. It's okay for a man to get married later, but," Zhuang added, and continued to sigh.

But after hearing this, Jing Chunxi, no matter how stupid he was, understood what she meant. She was worried about cousin Mingyue's marriage.

Jing Mingzhu should be around eighteen this year. Even in the capital, eighteen is considered late to be married, so it is natural that she is anxious.

"Mom!" Jing Mingyue was a little unhappy, with a hint of anger in her voice, "My daughter is not in a hurry to get married, and you want to marry me to a prisoner in the village." She glared at Zhuang. Although her tone was a bit harsh, there was a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.

As a criminal, she could either marry an ordinary citizen or a convict who was also exiled, but she refused to do that.

"Mother knows what you mean, so I'm even more worried!" Zhuang sighed, a helpless look on her face. She looked at Jing Mingyue with eyes full of heartache.

"Sister-in-law, I think Mingyue should stay for two more years. Maybe things will turn around soon." Yin also comforted her softly, her tone gentle but firm. She patted Zhuang's hand, her eyes revealing a hint of encouragement.

In fact, Yin also thought so, so she was not too anxious, and there was no need to rush.

Their situations were different. Sanlang, the eldest in her family, was only sixteen, and with his two older cousins ​​still unmarried and Mingyue still unmarried, it was naturally not her turn to be anxious.

She looked at Zhuang, her eyes full of understanding, but more of a desire to persuade.

"Second aunt is right. Eldest aunt really shouldn't be too anxious. Grandpa and grandmother have a plan in mind and will naturally make arrangements for cousin. It's right to listen to them."

Jing Chunxi also hurried to comfort her. She looked at Zhuang with a firm look in her eyes, "Aunts also know that it's useless to worry now. It's better to wait for the clouds to clear and the sun to shine."

Afraid that they would be worried, Jing Chunxi whispered again, "Hasn't the aunts noticed anything these days?" She looked at Zhuang and Yin with a hint of expectation in her eyes, hoping that they could find some clues from the recent movements.

After a moment of silence, Jing Mingyue was the first to speak, "The man who left yesterday couldn't have come here to discuss business!" His tone was somewhat certain.

When Xu Zize brought the King of Yan to the door the day before, he told them at the door, "A big customer has arrived."

She imitated Xu Zize's tone, with a hint of teasing in her voice.