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"Sisters, here I come."

Jing Chunxi's clear voice rang out at the door of the side room. She lifted her skirt and stepped briskly over the threshold. Her golden butterfly hairpin trembled slightly with her steps, reflecting tiny golden rays in the sunlight.

There was an unconcealable joy on her face, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing two shallow dimples.

The remaining position was facing the window. It was almost dusk, and the sunlight shone through the window lattice onto her, giving her a soft halo.

The three people who were playing mahjong with their heads touching each other heard the sound, and they all looked up at the sister in front of them who had a delicate and graceful figure and a very elegant and beautiful face. They were actually a little jealous.

After years of instruction from the old lady, Mingrong was surprisingly the most dignified of the three. She maintained an elegant sitting posture, but a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes as she called out, "Cousin Xi."

Sister Jin suddenly threw the cards in her hand, grabbed the cards in the hands of the other two people with both hands and threw them away, and then mixed them up a few times, completely disrupting all the cards.

Then she started gossiping to Jing Chunxi, "How is it? How is it? Did big sister agree?" Her movements were fast and urgent, like a naughty little monkey. Her slender fingers were still rummaging through the pile of cards, making the originally neat cards messy.

"You're a scoundrel, you're a scoundrel, you're a scoundrel, you're a scoundrel and you're unreasonable. You've been like this since you were little." Jing Mingzhu was so angry that she stood up, put her hands on her hips, and stamped her feet, glaring at Jin Jie'er. She spoke with a bit of a baby voice, and although she was obviously angry, she looked particularly cute.

Sure enough, Mingzhu is beautiful and extremely intelligent.

Her words proved that she indeed had a vivid memory of what happened when she was three or four years old. She must have already deeply engraved Jin Jie'er's bad behavior in her mind.

The disrupted games, the stolen candies, and the countless interrupted whispers all became evidence of her accusation.

"Puff!" Jing Chunxi pressed them down, "Hurry up and sit down. You'll know in a few days whether you agree or not."

When she laughed, her eyes curved into crescents, and the expression she showed, as well as the way she pursed her lips as if to keep the secret, all conveyed the same message, "I'd be surprised if you disagree!"

Upon hearing this information, Jing Mingzhu quickly sat down, completely forgetting the resentment she had just felt while playing cards. She even asked, "Is it settled so quickly? This morning, my aunt complained that my eldest sister might not marry well, and that she should have agreed to enter the palace in the first place."

"Pfft, pfft, you crow mouth."

This was the sentence Jin Jieer hated the most. She was so angry that sweat broke out on her face. She pointed at Jing Mingzhu and said, "How can it be a bad marriage? Are all men blind? Can't they see that the eldest sister is a good person? We won't marry someone like her!"

Afraid that Sister Jin would really hit her, Jing Mingzhu quickly stood up and walked towards Jing Chunxi's bench, pretending to be bullied and seeking protection.

"Jin Jie'er," Jing Chunxi warned, holding Jing Mingzhu's shoulders and treating her like a kitten that needed its fur stroked. Only then did she sit back on the bench obediently.

Her attention was completely attracted by the news brought by Jing Chunxi, and she had just been comforted. Her anger disappeared in an instant, and a sweet smile appeared on her face again.

Jin Jie'er sat back on her original bench, but moved her butt closer to Jing Chunxi, muttering, "That's great! My eldest sister's marriage is settled, and she's marrying such a good woman. Finally, she doesn't have to marry into that cannibalistic palace."

She also rubbed against Jing Chunxi like a clingy kitten, half of her body leaning over, and affectionately held Jing Chunxi's arm while talking.

Jing Mingrong looked at Jing Chunxi with a somewhat ambiguous look. She just called out, "Cousin Xi" when she came in, and didn't say anything else, but there was a faint smile on her face.

She calmly poured a cup of tea for all three of them, and instead of sitting down, she reached out to sort out the cards on the table.

She gathered the messy playing cards one by one and arranged them neatly, her movements so gentle as if she was soothing someone's worries.

Thinking about how my grandmother had just mentioned Jing Mingrong, who was two years older than me, it would be a bit late if I didn't discuss marriage within these two years.

"Sister Mingrong," Jing Chunxi wanted to ask a few questions, but when he thought of her tragic experience on the road to exile, he felt it was inappropriate to bring it up at this time, and finally added words quickly in his mind.

"Just take things as they come. Some stones should be thrown away. There is no use carrying them around." I want to express my concern, but I am afraid of hurting the other person's scars.

On the way to exile, when Jing Mingrong was in despair, the people from the General's Mansion and Jing Chunxi extended a helping hand to her, which enabled her to reach the place of exile safely.

Those memories flashed through Jing Mingrong's mind like a kaleidoscope: eating the same hot porridge and the same steamed buns in the snow; squeezing together in the same tent, and letting her sleep in the middle; especially the time when Jing Chunxi brought people to rescue her from being sold by her own brothers, and gave her a packet of medicine.

Every detail was so unforgettable that her eyes became hot whenever she thought of it.

So, when she arrived at Yamen Village, she strongly demanded to sell herself, and no one could persuade her otherwise. She knelt before the old lady, her forehead pressed against the cold ground, her voice choked with sobs but firm.

As a last resort, the old lady did make her sign the indenture, but then she had the eldest lady tear it up. The subtle sound of that light piece of paper being torn apart became the most important turning point in her life.

Even though Mingrong hadn't witnessed the shredding of her indenture, she could tell her family hadn't treated her like a slave, and the old lady hadn't made her do heavy work. She lived in a clean and tidy wing, wore the same fine cotton clothes as Ji Mingyue and Jing Mingzhu, and the master and servant ate almost the same meals.

Once, the old lady told Nanny Wang, "Just think of it as having another granddaughter by your side. You have to make plans for her." She overheard this and was filled with gratitude. She didn't want to leave the Jing family or the old lady anymore.

That day, she was hiding behind the corner of the house. When she heard these words, tears couldn't stop falling. She was afraid of being discovered, so she could only cover her mouth tightly with her hands.

In fact, at the beginning she wanted to serve Jing Chunxi more, but later Jing Chunxi had no way to take her away. She was standing at the gate of the courtyard, watching Jing Chunxi's carriage going farther and farther away. She felt empty in her heart, but inexplicably relieved.

In the future, she couldn't just follow her cousin Xi when she got married. What would that mean? If she treated her badly, rumors would spread that her sisters were treating her like a beast of burden. If she treated her well, people who didn't know her would think she wanted to be Teng's concubine.

These thoughts turned over and over in her mind, and every time she thought of them, she felt sad and helpless. It would be better to stay with the old lady and be an unknown granddaughter.

The incense in the old lady's room, her patience in teaching her how to make clothes, and the snacks she occasionally gave her became the warmest moments in her life.

After the old lady passed away, she would be the nanny in the old lady's children and grandchildren's home. Even if she was disliked, it would be fine as long as she could help with laundry, cooking and cleaning.

She secretly vowed in her heart that she would spend the rest of her life repaying this kindness, and she would be happy to do even the most humble work.

"Thank you, cousin Xi. I know." Even though she said this, Jing Chunxi could see that she was feeling complicated, and she was afraid her words didn't match her heart. She picked up the teacup and took a sip, using this action to hide her trembling lips and moist eyes.

"Hey!" Jing Chunxi sighed in her heart and resented the unfairness of the world towards women.

Then I looked at the two sisters, who were kneeling on the same bench, playing mahjong again. They had reconciled without knowing when, their heads touching, their faces filled with concentration.

They occasionally exchanged insults, and when Mingzhu snatched two cards, Jinjieer burst into laughter and punched her lightly. Mingzhu rubbed her shoulder in pain, but she also laughed, her dimples appearing and disappearing on her cheeks.

Jing Chunxi actually found this noisy and playful scene very harmonious. Even Jing Mingrong, who seldom revealed her inner feelings, chuckled softly when she saw it, feeling that this was the true love between sisters.

The fragrance of tea filled the air, and the laughter of the four girls intertwined together, forming a warm and beautiful picture.

Jing Mingrong's smile was shallow, but much more genuine than usual, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.