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"Hoo---Stop! Princess!" Jiu Yue suddenly called out from the front, her voice tinged with surprise. She reined in her horse, and the horse's front hooves rose high, then dropped heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust. She raised her hand to signal the carriage behind to stop, her face a mixture of surprise and emotion.

Thinking she'd arrived, Jing Chunxi poked her head out again. The sunlight was already glaring, so she covered her forehead with her hand and squinted her eyes as she looked forward. She saw several figures standing at the entrance of the alley ahead, standing out in the sunlight.

"The two young ladies of the Feng family are coming out to the alley to welcome the princess!" Chuntao exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and emotion. The carriage and horses also stopped. The horse snorted and kicked its hooves nervously, digging a few small holes in the ground. The carriage behind also stopped.

"Isn't the alley very long? Why are you still waiting outside?" Jing Chunxi hurriedly jumped out of the car, and ran forward as soon as her embroidered shoes touched the ground. Her skirt fluttered like a butterfly, and the pearl hairpins in her hair swayed gracefully as she ran.

As she moved, a group of people came down from the two carriages behind her, half of them were masters and half were servants. Suddenly, the alley was like a market, with a crowd of people surging.

"I, Feng Jiaojiao (Feng Yaya), greet Princess Anping." Two young girls in elegant dresses bowed, and the maids behind them also followed suit.

Feng Jiaojiao wore a lilac top with a moon-white pleated skirt, and only a white jade hairpin in her hair; Feng Yaya wore a light pink dress, which made her little face look even more rosy.

Jing Chunxi was just about to rush over and hug Feng Jiaojiao, but he was stopped in his tracks by their solemn ceremony. His outstretched arm froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.

"Sister Jiaojiao, get up quickly. You don't treat me as your sister anymore." Jing Chunxi hurried forward, but it was Yaya who was supported first.

The little girl's hands were a little cold and trembling slightly, with fine beads of sweat oozing out of her palms. She might be afraid of her identity.

Seeing that Jing Chunxi stopped talking, Feng Jiaojiao raised her head in confusion. Seeing the familiar face with a hint of annoyance, she stood up straight.

Faced with the angry glare of Princess Anping, Feng Jiaojiao smiled. The two dimples at the corners of her mouth instantly enlivened her face, making it look bright and sunny. Her eyes curved into crescents, filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

Jing Chunxi's feigned anger finally broke into a smile, her eyes slightly red, as if she was about to cry. "If you still consider me your sister, then call me Chunxi from now on," she said with a deliberately stern face, but the joy in her voice couldn't be hidden, and the last syllable trembled slightly.

"Okay, I'll call you Sister Chunxi." Feng Jiaojiao laughed out loud, and the sound of silver bells echoed in the alley. She finally relaxed and opened her arms to hug Jing Chunxi.

The moment the two embraced each other, it seemed as if they were back to the two times they met in Lingnan. She did not have a trace of disgust towards Jing Chunxi; and she stood up for Jing Chunxi when the palace guards were checking him.

Jing Chunxi originally wanted to call her Sister Jiaojiao again, but when he thought of Brother Dalang, he decided to keep it to himself.

She quietly took in Feng Jiaojiao's outfit and noticed that she had grown taller than last year, with a sharper chin. She looked even more graceful and charming. Whether to call her "cousin-law" or "Sister Jiaojiao" from now on was another matter.

This thought made her smile, and two small dimples appeared on her cheeks.

"Yaya, why don't you call me Sister Xi?" They let go of each other's hands, and Jing Chunxi opened his arms to embrace Feng Yaya again. The little girl had grown a lot taller than last year, now reaching her shoulders, but her face still had a childish look, still innocent and naive.

"Sister Xi, you are getting more and more beautiful." Feng Yaya looks like a good girl, and her voice is as soft as freshly steamed Lingnan rice cake.

She didn't hesitate and leaned forward, rubbing her face against Jing Chunxi's shoulder like a spoiled kitten. The pink ribbon in her hair swayed gently with her movements.

"Sister, you have blocked the entrance to the alley. How long will it take?" The most impatient one was Sister Jin. She stood beside the carriage, tapping the ground with her little feet impatiently, and the pearls on her embroidered shoes flashed with her movements.

Seeing the intimacy between the three of them, she felt as if something had been taken away from her, and jealousy surged in her heart, and she immediately urged them on. Mingzhu stood beside her, and although she didn't say a word, her eyes also showed a hint of envy, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes.

"Look at me, I'm so happy that I forget everything. Let me introduce you to my cousins." Jing Chunxi finally came to his senses and quickly waved Mingyue, Mingzhu and Jin Jie'er over.

She took Feng Jiaojiao's hand and introduced her to her cousins, saying, "This is my best friend Feng Jiaojiao." She said this as if the two of them were playmates who grew up together, which made people jealous.

"This is my cousin Jing Mingyue, three years older than you." The two of them chuckled and nodded, then saluted each other.

Pointing at Mingzhu and Jinjie'er, he said, "This is Mingzhu and Jinjie'er, both my cousins. Yaya is your elder sister." Mingzhu bowed politely, while Jinjie'er pouted and bowed reluctantly, refusing to call her elder sister. Instead, she whispered "Yaya."

Introducing each one took a while longer. Fortunately, the alley wasn't completely blocked, so the few passersby could still get in and out sideways without being criticized.

An old man carrying a basket of vegetables even smiled at the group of beautiful young girls, his eyes full of love. He put down his load, wiped the sweat off his face, and seemed to enjoy this rare sight.

Finally, Jing Chunxi and Feng Jiaojiao, Mingzhu and Feng Yaya, squeezed into a car. The car was immediately filled with the girls' laughter and chatter, each of them talking about what they had seen and heard since they last met.

The carriage started up again, slowly heading towards Feng Mansion. The sound of the wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs seemed to become lighter, as if echoing the joyful atmosphere inside the carriage.

Through the car window, you can see the scenery on the roadside receding rapidly, while the warmth inside the car becomes stronger and stronger.