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The curtain dropped, and she turned to look at the two people sitting opposite each other with angry eyes. "Ayao, you are the oldest, so tell me what's going on? You can't even get along with your sisters?"

"I, I ~ how would I know? She doesn't like anything about me, and I'm not as good as outsiders." A Yao was evasive when she spoke, twisting the tassels on her belt with her fingers, and was obviously a little guilty. After she finished speaking, she turned her head to the other side, not looking at anyone.

The carriage was filled with the aroma of tangerine peel candy escaping from Sister Yan's purse.

"If you don't say it, I will." Sister Jin's hot temper came back, and the eyes of the two immediately became sharp again, like two unsheathed daggers clashing in a small space.

"Sister, she is heartless and wants to push you into the fire pit," Sister Jin's voice suddenly rose, shaking the tassels of the sachet hanging on the roof of the car.

"You..." Before Sister Jin could finish her words, A Yao's hand pointed towards her, with a light red mark on her nails from dyeing. However, when she saw Jing Chunxi's stern gaze, she retracted her hand.

"She said that my eldest sister should marry into the palace to enjoy wealth and glory, and that she could also help us sisters. She also said...she also said..."

Jin Jieer was speechless for a long time, and soon she roared again, shocking Yan Jieer so much that she shrank back into Jing Chunxi's arms. "She said that if it were her, she would be willing to be a talented woman, not just a concubine, and she also said..."

Jing Chunxi raised his hand and called on Jin Jie'er to stop.

He looked at A Yao, who was a few months older than him, speechlessly, but his temper disappeared. "How you choose is your business, but the decision is not yours. But if you dare to insult the reputation of the General's Mansion, I don't think that my grandfather, grandmother, uncle, or aunt will think there is anything wrong with having a concubine's daughter."

She spoke in a rather harsh tone, and the light that filtered through the gap in the car curtain flickered on her face.

A Yao's neck shrank, like a bird drenched in rain, and he lowered his head to act like a quail, but he still argued cunningly, "What I said is not wrong. Other families can't even pray for wealth, so why should our family give up?"

"I'll take you to the capital in a few days, and then you can tell your grandfather, grandmother, and stepmother in person." Jing Chunxi said as he put on Yan Jie'er's embroidered shoes that were about to slip off.

"She will definitely be imprisoned in the ancestral hall, preferably for life." Jin Jie'er had a gloating expression on her face, but she leaned close to Jing Chunxi and asked, "Will sister come back after she goes there? Can sister Jin go with you?"

As she asked the question, her fingers unconsciously twisted Jing Chunxi's belt.

"Isn't your mother accompanying your aunt in Qingshan Villa?" Jing Chunxi was surprised. Pu Ge'er had said in his last letter that his second aunt had moved to Qingshan Villa to take care of the children, and to accompany his mother and recuperate as she wanted to have another child.

"Then, I miss my grandparents, my brothers and sisters! And what does the General's Mansion look like? Sister Jin almost forgot."

As she spoke, her eyes glanced at the new brocade purse on A Yao's waist. It was embroidered for her by her mother last month, but A Yao had asked for it with clever words.

"Don't worry, let's talk about it when we get back." Jing Chunxi comforted in a low voice, and re-braided Yan Jie'er's braid that had been loosened by playing.

However, they didn't notice that A Yao opposite them was looking at them with anger on her face, and she crumpled the silk flower hidden in her sleeve into a wrinkled ball.

When he had some free time, Jing Chunxi noticed the thin figure at the innermost part of the carriage - Xiaoyu was curled up in the corner like a frightened quail, with her thin shoulders almost sinking into the cushions.

Her almond-shaped eyes occasionally blinked timidly, her slender fingers tightly grasped the corner of her cloth clothes, and her breathing was so light that it was almost inaudible. She must have not moved since they got on the car.

"Let me introduce you to a new member." Jing Chunxi gently nudged Sister Jin beside him with his elbow, and the wooden shaft of the carriage made a slight creaking sound.

Sister Jin pouted and moved to the other side. The hem of her skirt embroidered with beautiful twined branches made a rustling sound on the cushion, but she deliberately kept a distance from A Yao that was wide enough for one person to fit in.

When Jing Chunxi leaned forward and stretched out his hand to pull Xiaoyu over from the shadow opposite, he could feel the cold sweat on the little girl's palms.

Sister Yan on the left looked at Xiaoyu and suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" as if she had discovered something interesting, and the beads on her little hand jingled around her wrist.

She nimbly squeezed toward the front of the car, leaving just enough space for a thin little girl. "Xiaoyu, I'm Sister Yan'er." Her almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents as she spoke, and her deliberately soft voice sounded like almond tea laced with honey.

Jing Chunxi smiled, "We don't know who is older yet!" Xiaoyu kept saying that she was six years old and couldn't tell her birthday. Looking at her little appearance, she was not as old as Yan Jie'er.

Sister Jin also came over and showed her eight white teeth: "I am Sister Jin." The two of them moved lightly at the same time, and Sister Yan even gently wrapped her wide sleeves embroidered with butterfly flowers around Xiaoyu's arm.

When Xiaoyu raised her head, Jing Chunxi saw the flickering light in her eyes like frightened fireflies.

"These three are the daughters of my sister's maternal grandparents." Jing Chunxi's fingertips brushed the pearl flowers on the sisters' temples and introduced them one by one. The fragrance of osmanthus wafted in from the car window. "I will take you to the general's mansion in a few days. The eldest daughter and the fourth daughter are there." She did not forget Jing Mingyue and Jing Mingzhu.

"Miss Second, Miss Third, Miss Fifth." Xiaoyu's voice was so thin that it seemed to come from far away. Sister Jin and Sister Yan responded crisply.

Ah Yao suddenly turned away, staring at the washed-out red hairband in Xiaoyu's hair and wrinkling her nose. The carriage suddenly became quiet, with only the rumbling of the wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs.

"arrive!"

With Jing Yi's "Whoa!", the carriage came to a steady stop in front of the vermilion lacquer gate of Qingshan Villa. When Jing Chunxi lifted the curtain, the sunlight danced on the brand new gilded lintel, creating a golden shard.

She turned around and was about to carry Xiaoyu out of the car, but she saw that Jin Jie'er and Yan Jie'er were already holding the little girl's arms on the left and right, with the goose yellow shawl and apricot red skirt intertwined around Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu is coming with us, don't worry, sister." The two girls said in unison, their voices filled with unconcealed joy. Jing Chunxi looked back and saw Tang Shuang and Chun Tao getting out of the car behind, then she lifted her skirt and stepped over the threshold.

"It's so hot today, why don't you rest in the house, mother?" Before Jing Chunxi finished speaking, he saw Jing Qiurong standing up with the help of a rosewood armchair, her pregnant belly making her sky-blue skirt look amazing.

The aunt in green and the aunt in purple supported her on the left and right. Behind her, her adoptive father Xu Dingchun carefully placed his hands on his wife's lower back. The dark patterns on his black brocade robe were faintly visible in the sunlight.

Jing Chunxi wanted to throw himself into his mother's arms, but was blocked by her round belly, and in the end he could only wrap his arms around his mother's plump arms.

As Pu Ge'er's letter had described, her mother's belly was indeed monstrously large, and under the thin gauze she wore, obvious signs of fetal movement could be seen. "It's uncomfortable to lie down all the time. We have to welcome Xi'er back."

Jing Qiurong stroked her daughter's tanned cheek with her fingertips, and the gilded armor drew fine golden lines in the sunlight. "You've become thinner and darker..." Her eyes were filled with pity.

She suddenly fell silent because Jing Chunxi suddenly put his ear to her belly.

"Mom! My brother moved!" Jing Chunxi exclaimed.

She felt a powerful kick beneath her palm, and could feel the smooth curve through the fabric. "It's moving again! It's moving again!" The girl's eyes were red with excitement as she felt the strange movement of the little life in her belly.

"That's because my younger siblings know I'm back." Jing Qiurong lowered her eyes and chuckled softly, her pregnant belly rising and falling slightly with her breathing. "They've been particularly noisy since last night."

As she spoke, Xu Dingchun's hand fell silently on her shoulder. The shadows of the three of them on the ground were stretched out by the setting sun, like a blurred ink painting.