"Since that's what you think, why are you sighing?"

The little girl tilted her head, then her eyes suddenly lit up and she said, "I know! It must be because she didn't see the Third Miss this time, right? After all, the Miss didn't have to go to Jinxi herself; she only went because she heard that the Qingyun Sect was also in Jinxi!"

Zhou Ziqiong nodded first, then shook her head and said, "Actually, going to see Third Sister is useless. When Third Sister passed through Ruzhou to visit me before, she told me that she had to go to Jinxi to participate in the martial arts tournament on the orders of her sect, and didn't have time to go to Pengzhou... The martial arts tournament is about to start, and Prince Jin definitely won't be able to take care of her. If I weren't tied up at the cloth shop, I really wanted to go to Pengzhou myself..."

After hearing her words, the little maid suddenly realized, "Oh, so Miss is thinking about the young master again! Is the young master really that good?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ziqiong's eyes suddenly lit up, and she excitedly said, "Of course! When Zhe'er was little, he was not only good-looking, but also clever and considerate. Now that I think about it, I can still see his childhood self in my mind."

Suddenly, she pouted and said, "It's just that when Zhe'er was little, she played best with Fifth Sister and liked to cuddle with her when she slept at night. Because of this, we sisters used to argue with Fifth Sister a lot. Thinking about it now, it's really funny~"

"Miss, that was when we were kids. Didn't you say you hadn't seen the young master for over ten years? Do you think he'll still be the same as he was when he was a child?"

At that moment, a figure that shouldn't have appeared suddenly appeared in Zhou Ziqiong's mind, riding on a horse, facing the rising sun, waving at him.

"By the way, young master, will you still recognize young lady if you see her again?"

Zhou Ziqiong smiled and shook her head: "More than ten years have passed, and we are so different from when we were children. He definitely wouldn't recognize us. Besides, we changed our names back then because we were afraid of implicating Dad. Even if we stood in front of him, he wouldn't recognize us."

Seeing Zhou Ziqiong's bright and happy face, the little maid suddenly had an idea and said, "Miss, Master was thinking of arranging a marriage for you before, but you kept refusing. Is it because..."

"Shut up! You brat!"

A blush instantly crept onto Zhou Ziqiong's face, and her previous mature and shrewd demeanor vanished.

"I was just asking, Miss. Why are you so angry? Did I guess what you were thinking? Hehe..."

"You brat, you still dare to talk? I'll tear your mouth apart!"

With that, the master and servant chased after them...

...

"Brother Jing, how did you get here so fast?"

When Feng Lianru opened the door and saw Jing Zhe outside, he said with a surprised expression.

"Um... Brother Feng, could you please finish your sentence? What do you mean by 'how come I'm so fast'?"

Jing Zhe was speechless.

"Brother Jing, didn't you go to Wuxian Pavilion with Pavilion Master Mu? Why are you back so soon?"

At this moment, Su Moyan also came up and asked curiously.

"Sigh, I was originally going to go, but halfway there I realized that compared to going to Jinxi to handle important business, personal feelings are insignificant! Pavilion Master Mu greatly admires me and said there's no need to rush to the pavilion; I can visit Wuxian Pavilion when I go to Jinxi!"

"..."

Su Moyan clearly didn't believe it when she heard this.

Given Mu Qingren's expression of wanting to stab Jing Zhe to death with her sword, how could she still admire him so much?

However, he didn't expose him, and said with a smile, "In that case, let's get going!"

So the group packed their bags again and continued their journey.

It is said that when men and women work together, the work is less tiring. Jing Zhe, sitting alone in the carriage, felt extremely bored and lay down like a corpse, just like when he first transmigrated.

The first day without Wang Yingqiu went by quickly.

The second day without Wang Yingqiu passed just as quickly.

On the third day without Wang Yingqiu, with only one day left in the journey to Jinxi, the weather suddenly changed. A cold wind began to blow, and a light rain started to fall, making it extremely damp and cold.

Jing Zhe lifted the curtains and looked at everything in the world that was wet with the drizzle. He couldn't help but sigh: When I miss you, the sky above is wet. When you miss me, will the ground below be wet too?

The sky is wet, the ground is wet, you are wet, I am wet.

Then, the horses and the carriage slowly started moving...

On the evening of the fourth day, before night had fully fallen, the group arrived outside Jinxi City.

Looking at the thick, imposing Jinxi city wall, Jing Zhe was filled with emotion.

Jinxi, the Prince of Jin.

I've finally arrived.

Although it was already late, the area outside the city walls was bustling with activity as many queues, like theirs, poured in from other places to line up and enter the city.

Since those who came to participate in the martial arts tournament were all martial artists, there were bound to be many unruly and short-tempered people. Perhaps to prevent them from causing trouble in the city, everyone had to undergo strict checks when entering the city, which slowed down the process considerably.

Just as it was about to be Jing Zhe's turn, Jing Zhe pulled Su Moyan aside and whispered, "Brother Su, let's not reveal our identities when we enter the city later."

Why?

"We've arrived three days early. If we move directly to the Prince of Jin's residence, we won't feel comfortable every day. Why bother?"

Su Moyan nodded in agreement. After all, Prince Jin was his imperial uncle, and once he went there, he would definitely return to the feeling of being restricted that he had in Jingzhou. After being away for so many days, Su Moyan had already begun to enjoy this feeling of freedom.

Just thinking about taking a sneak trip around Jinxi City is exciting.

But he still pointed ahead and asked, "But I saw that they were checking people very carefully. They registered anyone with an unfamiliar face and in large groups. I saw some people who didn't register being kicked out. If we don't reveal our identities, how can we get in?"

Jing Zhe thought for a moment, then grinned and said, "Brother Su, just follow me. I don't need any identification; I can still get you in!"

"..."

Su Moyan glanced at him, still somewhat doubtful.

Then Jing Zhe swaggered forward, and Su Moyan quickly called the others to follow closely behind.

Jing Zhe arrived at the gate, looked straight ahead, and strode into the city. The guards were stunned for a long time, not expecting anyone to be so bold, and immediately stopped him.

"Hey, where are you from? What are you doing in the city? You didn't even register, who let you in?"

The officers and soldiers said in a deep voice.

Jing Zhe turned around, gave them a cold glance, and without saying a word, took out the crescent-shaped token that Qiu Qianqian had left for him.

He waved it in front of the officers and soldiers, then calmly tucked it back into his clothes, and said coldly, "Do we still need to register?"

"Um, this..."

Jing Zhe moved quickly, and the soldier had been slightly distracted and hadn't looked closely.

Someone nudged him from behind and said, "No need, no need to register! Young master, please hurry into the city!"

So, a large group of people entered the city.

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