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

"You don't need to explain that. How can a businessman be so magnanimous?" Zhuang shook her head, her eyes filled with admiration. "That kind of person is obviously not an ordinary businessman."

"Also, Grandfather even called Zhou Wei back. He must have something important to discuss," Yin added, her voice tinged with conviction. "Zhou Wei isn't someone who would leave easily. Who knows, he might have been assigned some important mission this time?"

The three of them exchanged a few words, then fell silent again. The atmosphere in the room was somewhat heavy, and everyone was lost in thought.

"It's good to know, aunts. Good things take time. Xi'er agrees with my grandparents and thinks it's not too late to wait until my cousin regains her status as the legitimate daughter of the Grand General's Mansion before marrying."

Jing Chunxi broke the silence. Her voice was soft and firm, with a hint of confidence in her eyes. "There's no point in being anxious now. It's better to wait until things become clearer."!

...

If it weren't for that resolute face that resembled his father Jing Yongcheng—those sharp features like a knife, those eagle eyes as deep as ink, and the birthmark between his right eyebrow that was exactly the same as his father's;

If Heizi had not lived with them in Yamen Village and was familiar with the appearance of every member of the Jing family, Jing Chang'an would have died long ago in the wasteland of the remote border country - Rouran.

Thinking about that brutal battle still sends chills down his spine.

The elite cavalry he led originally wanted to raid the Tatar food camp under the cover of night, but unexpectedly, a spy in the army had already tipped off the enemy.

As they entered the canyon, torches suddenly lit up from the cliffs on both sides like dragons, and a rain of arrows poured down. He watched with his own eyes as the soldiers who had followed him for many years fell one after another, their blood staining the entire Gobi desert red.

At the last moment, Deputy General Zhao Tiezhu used his body to block three armor-piercing arrows for him, and roared "General, hurry up" as he pushed him onto the only surviving warhorse.

In order to escape the pursuit of the Tatar cavalry, he had to ride his horse into the death zone at the junction of the three kingdoms - the devilish Gobi in the territory of Rouran.

When he almost fainted in the dry yellow sand, he saw the oasis and the swamp. The desire to survive made him crawl there with scars all over his body and blood on the ground.

Later, it was Shilifa, who had regained his status as a prince - the young man who was called "Heizi" on the road to exile, who discovered him while patrolling the border with his guards.

Looking at the face that was 6% similar to the general, Shilifa immediately ordered that he be secretly carried back to the palace in the Golden Horde's camel sedan chair.

Perhaps it was fate that Shi Lifa not only used the "Resurrection Pill," a secret Western medicine treasured by the Rouran royal family, but also invited the veteran imperial physician who had previously treated Khatun to watch over him day and night. For seven days and nights, when his closest associates believed the severely wounded foreign general was doomed, Jing Chang'an's fingers finally trembled slightly.

During the nearly one year that Jing Chang'an recuperated in the Rouran Palace, his injuries gradually improved, but he still could not remember his past.

Shi Lifa would take time out every day to visit him, patiently telling him about the red lacquer gate of the General's Mansion and how his respected old father bravely fought the enemy. The old lady held the red sandalwood Buddhist beads in her hand and prayed for the blessing of heaven. Whenever the second wife Yin thought of her husband, her face was filled with sadness.

But whenever these things were mentioned, Jing Chang'an's eyes were filled with heartbreaking confusion. Even stranger was that he had no recollection of his own flesh and blood, Jing Mingzhu and Sanlang, as if those blood ties had never existed.

However, when he talked about how General Jing's mansion was framed and his entire family was confiscated and exiled, a hint of hatred appeared in his eyes.

In sharp contrast to this is his enthusiasm for martial arts.

The martial arts training ground became his favorite place to stay. The cold scimitars and snake spears always made his eyes light up with a strange look.

Once, a warrior who refused to accept defeat challenged this foreigner, only to have his tendons severed by him using a strange Daqing sword technique. Since then, no one dared to underestimate this amnesiac yet exceptionally skilled "General An."

"It's all because I left Yamen Village so hastily." Shi Lifa gripped the gilded wine cup so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He regretted not asking for the specific contact information.

Sitting opposite him at this moment was Toya, who had been reborn - the scary woman with half of her face covered with centipede-like scars, although still tall and strong, her beautiful face was restored thanks to Jing Chunxi's magic medicine.

If the old general's family had not taken her in, and if Jing Chunxi had not brought her back to life with his miraculous healing skills, who would have thought that this woman in Rouran clothing was the "Heizi Niang" who was on the road to exile?

Toya slowly poured the mare's milk from the silver pot into Shilifa's golden cup, and the milky white liquid began to foam. "Your Highness was only six years old at the time! How could he have worried so much?"

Her voice was much gentler than before, yet still carried the richness of a grassland woman. "When we left, Queen Khatun's blood hadn't yet dried. The torches of the pursuers behind us lit up half the sky. We were able to survive thanks to the Eternal Heaven."

She would always remember that bloody night. As the Khatun's most trusted personal guard, she had two poisoned arrows lodged in her face as she braved the encirclement, carrying the young Shilifa. She could still vividly remember the wolf-head jade pendant that the Khatun had given her before his death.

After escaping to Daqing, they became beggars who stole food and were sentenced for robbery. It was not until they met the Jing family on the way to exile that they finally had a place to stay.

"When General An's memory recovers a little..." Toya looked at the tall figure practicing martial arts outside the hall, her eyes as firm as a rock. "Even if it costs me my life, I will send him back to Daqing safely."

Her fingers unconsciously stroked the brand on her forehead that no longer existed - it was the branding she had received after being sentenced.

What eliminated this stigma was not only Jing Chunxi, but also a bowl of hot porridge handed to him by the Jing family, a life-saving steamed bun, and a knife to resist the wolves.

She will never forget it until her death.