Dream of the Red Chamber: Start by gaining Zhao Yun's martial prowess, and be ennobled in a sin

And in front of the hall,

After Jia Jing left, Jia She and Madam Xing, along with Wang Shanbao's wife, also left.

Only then did Fengjie ask about Grandmother Jia:

"Why is our matriarch being so lenient with Jing-ge today...?"

Especially since Jia Jing beat Lai Da, who was a confidant of Grandmother Jia, and both Bao Yu and she had to treat him with respect.

At this moment, Grandmother Jia was truly exhausted. She sighed to herself and said nothing, only waving her hand to signal Fengjie to ask Lady Wang.

Seeing this, Madam Wang explained:

"You don't know, the household is currently working on getting the eldest daughter into the palace. We can't afford to cause trouble; it would be a case of losing more than we gain!"

"I heard that His Majesty is very concerned about the war at the front and inquires about the situation at the border every day. At this time, if a member of your family can volunteer to join the army, Yuan Chun will have more face in the palace."

Sister Feng suddenly realized!

It turns out it was all for Yuan Chun's sake; if she could gain some favor in the harem...

The Jia family could also prosper, and compared to this, the trivial matters within the family naturally had to take a backseat.

Grandmother Jia then said:

"I think Jing-ge'er does indeed have some of the heroic spirit of the old Duke! Let's give him a chance to see how things go. If he achieves something, it will be a good thing for the entire Jia family."

"If they are ungrateful, act recklessly, disregard hierarchy, and disrupt the proper order of legitimate and illegitimate children, then it will not be too late to punish them later."

Although Grandmother Jia did not like Jia Jing, she now preferred her obedient and blessed grandson, Jia Baoyu.

However, Grandmother Jia had to admit that Jia Jing had some heroic spirit and was the makings of a military general.

If it can develop well, it will be a good thing for the Jia family.

Besides, Jia Jing is still her grandson; the blood relation is there.

She still hoped that Jia Jing could be successful, and she was willing to give him a chance, as long as he didn't cause trouble outside and implicate the Jia family.

After all, the Jia family is a top-tier military family that has established itself through martial prowess, so it would be really inappropriate if they didn't have a single capable military officer in their official repertoire.

She couldn't possibly give all the family connections and favors passed down to Wang Ziteng, a member of the Wang family! This was something she was extremely unwilling to do!

Sister Feng suddenly felt that she had learned some of the old ancestors' techniques for managing people and keeping a household.

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Jia Jing's courtyard,

Jia Jing packed his luggage, but there wasn't much to pack. It consisted mostly of clothes, a few books he had bought, and less than ten taels of silver in total.

As an unloved illegitimate son, with money-grubbing parents above him and greedy servants below him, it would be strange if he could save any money!

Although he received a monthly allowance, after being skimmed off at each level, what he actually received was only enough for his daily living expenses.

Jia She never rewarded him with a single tael of silver, and Grandmother Jia rarely gave him any either.

Beside him was only a small figure with swollen, red eyes.

The little girl was crying her eyes out; she had finally made a friend in the manor, and she couldn't bear to see Third Master leave.

This departure might mean we won't see each other for several years.

"Little one, don't cry! I'll be back in two years! I'll write to you often while I'm away, don't worry!"

"You should go back now! If people see you being so close to me, I'm afraid Steward Lai and Wang Shanbao's wife will make things difficult for you in the future."

"From now on, don't come to the east wing unless absolutely necessary. Just stay in the ancestral courtyard, understand?"

Jia Jing gently wiped away the little girl's tears and patted her tender shoulder.

Xiao Jiao'er was Jia Jing's first true friend after arriving in this world. During the first three months after Jia Jing's transmigration, when he was feeling lost, Xiao Jiao'er brought him a lot of joy and reduced his loneliness as a stranger in this strange world.

Jia Jing still cares about her!

"Third Master! Are you really leaving? Will I never see you again? Can I go with you?"

"Don't underestimate me just because I'm small. I can do a lot of chores! I can wash Third Master's clothes, fold his blankets, and even lift the curtains for him. And I don't eat much..."

The little boy pleaded pitifully, his eyes red.

She was just a four or five-year-old child, and these days she had felt a warmth she had never experienced before from Jia Jing, and she really couldn't bear to leave him.

Jia Jing hugged the little boy and said, "Third Master also wants to take the little boy with him, but Third Master is going to fight a war this time, which is very dangerous."

"Once Third Master has settled in a bit, he can write a letter and send gifts to the young master, okay?"

Jia Jing naturally wouldn't bring Xiao Jiao'er with him now, since he would be heading straight to the battlefield after leaving the mansion, and he couldn't possibly bring a child with him!

Although he possessed Zhao Yun's martial prowess, Xiao Jiao'er was no fool! He was able to lead her in and out of the enemy camp seven times!

"Be good in the manor, and visit Miss Lin's or Third Miss's courtyards often. They are both good people..."

Jia Jing was interrupted by a burst of clear laughter before he could finish speaking:

"Hehe...So it turns out that Sister Lin and I are still considered good people by Third Brother. I'm truly flattered!"

The door was pushed open, and Lin Daiyu, Sanchun, and their maids walked in.

Each of them was carrying a small bundle in their hand.

"Third brother!"

Little Xichun called out first, revealing a mouthful of tiny, adorable teeth.

Jia Jing glanced at the women in front of him.

Lin Daiyu was elegant and beautiful, with bright and lively eyes like black lacquer, and she seemed to possess a transcendent spirit.

Yingchun's skin was slightly plump, and she was gentle and silent, giving people a sense of approachability. At this moment, there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

Tan Chun had bright eyes and delicate eyebrows, an oval face, and a lively and spirited demeanor. She was the one who had just responded to Jia Jing's words.

Jia Jing was slightly taken aback, and quickly ushered the group into the room.

Jia Jing's room was extremely small. Besides a bed, there was only a square table for eating and a desk for writing and reading. There were not even many stools. When several people came in, it seemed a bit crowded.

Yingchun and Tanchun sat down at the square table.

Lin Daiyu, however, did not sit down like the others. After thinking for a moment, she walked to Jia Jing's desk where he kept his writing brushes, ink, and books and sat down naturally.

His eyes, however, were fixed on the slightly yellowed paper on Jia Jing's desk.