No matter how fierce she was on the battlefield, it could never hide the fact that Liu Jinghong was a woman.

Especially when she was in front of Jing Zhe.

So with a few words of coaxing, her pouting lips immediately curved into a smile, and she leaned her head on Jing Zhe's shoulder like a little girl.

This is probably the typical daily interaction between the older sister and younger brother.

The moonlight poured down, just like a perfect couple.

The two walked slowly along the street, and Jing Zhe had no idea where Liu Jinghong was taking him. He only felt that the path she was leading him on had a sense of déjà vu.

When they turned the last street and arrived at the gate of a mansion, Jing Zhe's eyes widened in disbelief.

He finally understood what Liu Jinghong meant by "going home" earlier.

It turned out that the place standing in front of him was the Jing family home where he had lived twelve years ago!

Jing Zhe remembered that when he was still in Jingzhou, the two crooked jujube trees in front of his door, which he used to climb all the time, were now as thick as water vats, and one person couldn't wrap his arms around them.

"Fifth Sister, this is..."

"This is our home!"

Liu Jinghong stood in front of the door, equally filled with emotion.

It turns out that after Jing Wenmao was demoted to Pengzhou, this house was bought by someone. However, for some reason, the family that bought the house encountered a lot of trouble, so some people said that the house had bad feng shui and was prone to attracting disaster.

Later, the owner of the house dared not live there anymore and moved out. The house fell into disrepair for several years until Liu Jinghong returned to Jingzhou after gaining some fame. He then bought the house and had it renovated as a keepsake.

After all, she is currently based in Liangzhou and cannot stay in Jingzhou for long. Since he and Jing Zhe are both in Jingzhou, they naturally have to stay here.

After Liu Jinghong finished speaking with Jing Zhe, she went up and knocked on the door.

Knock on the door?

Jing Zhe paused for a moment, then stepped forward, his face full of confusion.

"Fifth Sister, is anyone else at home?"

Liu Jinghong smiled at him, but didn't say anything, as if she was keeping him in suspense.

Before long, a rustling sound came from inside, and through the crack in the door, the light of a lantern could be seen getting closer and closer.

"Who is it? Is Miss back?"

That voice... it sounds so familiar...

Jing Zhe frowned as he thought.

"Aunt Wu, it's me!"

Aunt Wu!!!

Upon hearing this address, Jing Zhe finally realized what was going on!

When his mother gave birth to him, she was an old woman and didn't have much breast milk, so she sought out Wu Ma.

Wu Ma was not only his wet nurse, but also took care of the daily lives of his other sisters. Therefore, neither Jing Zhe nor Liu Jinghong ever treated Wu Ma as a servant, but as a member of the family.

Having lost his parents, seeing Aunt Wu again felt especially warm and familiar.

With a creak, the door opened.

A familiar face, now showing signs of wrinkles, appeared at the doorway, and the woman, who looked to be in her forties, was talking incoherently.

"At this hour, I immediately guessed it was Jinghong!"

"Which of the other ladies is as busy as you?"

"You probably haven't eaten yet, right? What do you want to eat? I'll make it!"

"..."

Hearing that familiar nagging voice, the two looked at each other and smiled. Instead of feeling annoyed, they felt very close to each other.

When Jing Zhe heard the phrase "other ladies," he thought that Zhu Xinning must have been here before, but she alone couldn't be one of the "others," which meant that the other ladies would also be here. He wondered who they were.

"Aunt Wu, look who this is!"

After Wu Ma finished her rambling, she noticed that there was a young man standing next to Liu Jinghong who was half a head taller than her. The two were holding hands, looking like a perfect couple.

Aunt Wu was surprised. Had her young mistress finally found her other half?

Because she was short, she quickly stepped back and looked up to see what her new son-in-law looked like.

But when she saw Jing Zhe's face clearly, she was stunned.

His lips began to tremble, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single sentence: "Is...is it the young master?"

"Aunt Wu, it's me, Zhe'er!"

All those familiar scenes from my memory flooded back at once; even a time traveler couldn't resist the pangs of longing.

Jing Zhe's stinging eyes could no longer hold back, and he rushed over to hug Wu Ma, both of them bursting into tears.

Liu Jinghong watched from the side, her face filled with warmth and happiness.

She tried to smile at the beautiful scene, but after trying for a long time, she couldn't manage a smile. Instead, her nose tingled, and she went up to hug the two of them and cried.

...

After some time, Liu Jinghong sniffled and stood up: "Let's go inside first, otherwise the neighbors will hear us and think something's wrong!"

Jing Zhe then got up, patted Wu Ma on the shoulder, and they went into the house together.

Under the pale moonlight, the furnishings in the courtyard came into view, and Jing Zhe's eyes welled up with tears again. The courtyard was not much different from when he was a child, except that the osmanthus tree in the middle of the courtyard had now grown tall and reached into the clouds.

Jing Zhe stood under the tree, feeling somewhat sentimental.

"I remember that every year at this time, my sisters would climb this osmanthus tree and shake it down for me to get a bunch of osmanthus blossoms. I even promised my sisters that when I grew up, I would shake a bunch of osmanthus blossoms down for them too."

Then he pointed to the tree trunk, which was already as thick as a person could hug, and said, "But look at this tree now, you can't shake it anymore, you can't climb up it!"

When Liu Jinghong heard Jing Zhe say the first half of the sentence, she also looked nostalgic. When she heard the second half, her lips curled up high.

"Hmph, if you don't want to, you can shake even a small osmanthus tree the size of your forearm. But if you're determined, you can shake a whole yard full of osmanthus blossoms even without a tree!"

Looking at Liu Jinghong's arrogant demeanor, Jing Zhe seriously doubted where she got that decisive and fearsome aura from the battlefield. It simply didn't exist.

Why shake a yard full of osmanthus flowers when there are no osmanthus trees? Are you kidding me?

But he didn't dare say it out loud, he just kept grinning foolishly, and then went inside.

Upon entering the house, Wu Ma eagerly inquired about Jing Zhe's well-being over the years. When she learned that Mr. and Mrs. Jing had long since passed away, Wu Ma burst into tears.

"This world is so unfair! Good people don't live long, but bad people can wreak havoc for a thousand years!"

Jing Zhe and Liu Jinghong naturally knew who this "bad guy" was referring to, and their eyes turned cold.

"Aunt Wu, good people may not live long, but bad people won't be able to keep up for much longer!"

Already burdened with a deep-seated grudge, and then repeatedly schemed against by Su Xinping after arriving in the capital, even Jing Zhe himself couldn't bear it if he didn't avenge this grudge!

Aunt Wu treated them like children, telling them not to do anything reckless while asking if they had eaten.

Actually, at this hour, both Jing Zhe and Liu Jinghong had already eaten, but seeing Wu Ma's hopeful eyes, they exchanged a glance and nodded at the same time.

Upon seeing this, Aunt Wu went to the kitchen with a delighted expression.

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