That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Jiang Jingming and Lu Zhao had already circled the wall more than twice.

In the afternoon, as the sun gradually set in the west, the only sound around us was the quiet rustling of the wind through the forest, without any sign of anything unusual.

Xie Yunqi had already dug out the ant nest, and was so bored that he had now squeezed onto Fang Zhiyi's rattan chair to sleep.

Fang Zhiyi was still sleeping. Xie Yunqi's sudden squeeze left her with only a small space to sleep, but she didn't mind and could sleep curled up.

Looking at her from afar, Jiang Jingming thought she looked like a white fox hibernating with its tail coiled up.

"Chief Lu, you always look so listless. Are you deliberately trying to annoy your colleagues?"

Chen Sha's sinister voice rang out behind the two of them. Lu Zhao reflexively straightened his back and answered loudly:

"Your subordinate knows his mistake!"

"Go, line up along the outside of the wall, and report back to me in fifteen minutes."

Chen Sha gave the order.

"Yes!"

Lu Zhao loudly agreed, then stuck out his tongue at Jiang Jingming with a worried expression before striding outside.

In this situation, Jiang Jingming couldn't help but secretly thank himself for not being a member of the Divine Capital Guard, so he didn't have to do hard labor.

After going around in circles, I've come full circle back to Aqing's side.

Jiang Jingming leaped onto the wall and sat down next to her.

Aqing had already heard his footsteps, opened her eyes, and tilted her head to look at him.

"Little Lord."

She silently mouthed the words.

Jiang Jingming hummed in agreement, then rested his head on her shoulder.

"I'm going to sleep for a while."

"Young Master..."

Aqing's shoulders twitched slightly, but she didn't dodge.

Perhaps he felt uncomfortable because there were too many onlookers around.

Jiang Jingming found it somewhat amusing, but he had no intention of stopping.

Aqing's shoulders were so thin they were almost painful, but you could smell a faint sandalwood scent in her hair.

Sunlight fell on their shoulders as they leaned against each other, bringing a warm and cozy feeling.

Jiang Jingming had only joked about taking a nap, but at this moment, he really did want to sleep for a while.

If Aqing hadn't been so obviously shy, he would have lay down on her lap as usual.

"Brother Lu said he's going to take us to the capital for fun. Ah Qing, do you want to go?"

Jiang Jingming asked casually with his eyes closed.

Without thinking, Aqing replied:

"Wherever the young master wishes to go, Ah Qing will accompany him."

"But I'm asking if you want to go."

Jiang Jingming was not satisfied with this answer.

So Aqing pondered for a while before hesitatingly asking:

"What is the capital city like?"

"I haven't been there either, but I think it's probably more prosperous than Shulan City and Fengling City. I've heard that there are many grand festivals like the Joyful Rain Festival every year, with tens of thousands of people celebrating together. It's a truly prosperous scene."

As Jiang Jingming spoke, he felt that he and Aqing were like unfortunate children who had never seen the world.

If the young lady were to say it, she would definitely curl her lip in disdain and say that the capital city is no fun at all.

“Well… Aqing wants to go.”

Aqing paused for a moment before continuing:

"Aqing still wants to go to many places with the young master."

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Jiang Jingming was quite satisfied with this answer.

Aqing's personality is like a toad on a lotus leaf, it jumps up when you poke it.

If you want to hear what's on her mind, that's a difficult task.

"For example, in what place?"

Jiang Jingming closed his eyes slightly, feeling the mountain breeze brushing over their heads.

The wind rustled through the leaves and branches of the mountain trees.

Aqing's bangs were blown away, slightly disheveled, obscuring her eyebrows and eyes.

"When I was little, my mother told me that she came from Qunlu City to Fengling City after marrying into the family. She traveled a very, very long way by carriage."

When Jiang Jingming first heard Aqing talk about her family, he was slightly taken aback and listened quietly.

"She also said that Qunlu City is located at a high altitude, and the roads to get around are steep and dangerous. When you wake up in the morning, you can see the mountains covered in clouds and mist, and you can reach out and touch the sky."

Ah Qing spoke very slowly, as if she herself didn't quite remember these things, so she recalled them as she spoke slowly:

"The reason why the city of egrets is called the city of egrets is because there are many egrets on the mountain. When you walk along the mountain road, you can see flocks of egrets soaring in the sky, accompanied by birdsong and monkey calls. It is a unique and wonderful sight."

"When Mom talks about these things, she always sounds nostalgic. Sometimes I ask her if she misses home. She just smiles and says that now that Dad and I are here, Fengling City is her home. But I always feel that she really wants to go back and see... especially..."

At this point, Aqing suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Jingming turned to look at her, only to see a pair of slightly reddened eyes.

Jiang Jingming felt a sudden, inexplicable pang in his heart, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

When was the last time I saw Aqing cry?

It was several years ago.

At that time, Jiang Jingming had just started sparring with Gu Tinghan, and he was often beaten until his whole body was covered in bruises and he could walk with a limp.

There was no time to rest; every nap had to be followed by more training. Jiang Jingming gritted his teeth and persevered, never thinking of giving up. However, his physique couldn't take it anymore, and he collapsed to the ground on his way to training, unconscious.

The illness struck suddenly and he fell into a deep sleep for three days.

When he woke up, Aqing looked like he had lost his soul; his face was pale, and he was curled up blankly in the corner of his bed.

Jiang Jingming called out to Aqing in a hoarse voice. She snapped out of her daze, and tears streamed down her face. She rested her head on his shoulder and cried like a child who had lost her favorite toy.

Jiang Jingming later learned that his illness was not as simple as he had thought.

His long-term weak body simply couldn't withstand such high-intensity training. The doctor said he might just fall asleep and never wake up, becoming a living dead.

That's why Aqing was so scared, so scared that she didn't even dare to shed a tear.

Song Niangzi said that during the three days he was unconscious, Aqing never closed her eyes and stayed by his side the whole time, feeding him medicine spoonful by spoonful.

If he doesn't wake up soon, Aqing might fall ill too.

It's heartbreaking to see someone who is usually calm to the point of being aloof suddenly reveal such sadness.

Jiang Jingming raised his finger and gently wiped Aqing's eyes.

"in particular?"

“Especially in the days leading up to her death.”

Aqing's eyelashes were wet with tears, and the corners of her eyes were red, making her look beautiful yet broken.

Jiang Jingming cupped her face in his hands and gently wiped away her tears.

"So Aqing wants to visit her mother's hometown, right?"

"Ah."

Aqing nodded and lowered her eyelashes.

"Okay, I promise you. Once this matter is settled, I will accompany Aqing to Qunlu City."

Jiang Jingming looked around to make sure no one had noticed them sitting on the wall.

The afternoon sun made everyone feel lazy, and even Chen Sha sat on the ground, closing his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, Jiang Jingming leaned closer and, amidst A Qing's slightly flustered gaze, kissed her forehead.

"Stamp it."

"stamp?"

Aqing blinked blankly.

"Get this stamped; you can't go back on what you just said."

Jiang Jingming had barely finished speaking when he burst out laughing at his own shamelessness.

"it is good."

Ah Qing was easily fooled and nodded solemnly, as if the kiss on her forehead was a vow.

"..."

Fang Zhiyi, who appeared to be fast asleep, suddenly opened her eyes on the rattan chair in the center of the villa and looked at the two people on the wall.

She witnessed the intimate and secretive interactions.

After a long while, Fang Zhiyi gave a faint smile and closed her eyes again.

……

"Actually, I still want to go home with the young master the most."

Aqing thought about it seriously, her left brain battling her right, and she overturned what she had just said.

Why did you change your mind?

Jiang Jingming found it amusing and reached out to ruffle her wind-blown bangs, making them even more disheveled.

"Before I left this time, I promised Tangbao that I would bring them birthday gifts."

Ah Qing calculated the days, a worried look on her face:

"Now, no matter what, it's too late to go back. Tangbao will be very sad."

"What's the big deal about missing out once? She likes you so much, she won't really be angry with you."

The thought of those three demon pills throwing a tantrum made Jiang Jingming unable to suppress a smug smile.

"And there are also Song Niangzi's flowers, I've been taking care of a few peony plants."

Aqing sighed. She was actually not very good at growing flowers and had killed many of Song Niangzi's beloved flowers by overwatering them.

These few peony plants were hard-won and difficult to keep alive.

"She can take care of herself."

Jiang Jingming's smile widened.

Who told Madam Song to make them do hard labor every day?

"And the tobacco that Master Han asked me to bring, he said that the tobacco he grows is as hard to smoke as thatch."

Aqing frowned, feeling more and more that she owed him a lot.

“It’s good for him to smoke less. Look at him, when he coughs, it sounds like a broken old bellows.”

Jiang Jingming shrugged, unconcerned.

"And there's the Longjing tea pastry that Grandpa Du wanted, and the cult leader's 'Intoxicating Heart' drink..."

Ah Qing truly lived up to his reputation as someone Shen Zhuo had personally trained, and he inherited his responsibility as a packhorse.

However, she not only didn't complain, but also kept everyone's requests in mind.

"Not a single one is allowed."