Granted the title of Changsheng

What is this doing...

Jiang Jingyuan held the imperial edict and looked at the leading palace servant. He smiled and refused the palace servants who came forward to see him off, and then left with a group of people.

Why... Jiang Jingyuan's face was calm, but his heart was full of doubts.

This behavior was as if that person was silently showing goodwill to her...but...

Why?

The kneeling crowd also stood up, heads bowed, and cautiously exited the palace. For a moment, the only person left in the magnificent palace was the girl in a goose-yellow dress, holding the imperial edict, her gaze still fixed on the palace gate, her thoughts unknown.

The bright yellow imperial edict was spread out, and white fingers gently stroked it. The hall was very warm. Jiang Jingyuan turned around, kicked off his shoes, stepped barefoot on the plush cushion, and looked down at the handwriting on the imperial edict in his hand.

"The title... 'Eternal Life'...?"

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Princess Changsheng's Mansion.

In the early morning sunshine, a girl in bright goose yellow stood outside the mansion, looking up at the imperial plaque hanging on the door. When her eyes fell on those two words, her heartbeat suddenly became panicked, and her mind went blank for a moment with a buzzing sound.

Jiang Jingyuan stood frozen in place, tilting his head back, staring blankly at the two words, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Did this start to be arranged before... I set out to Ling County to mourn the death of Marquis Anshun on behalf of the emperor..." After a long time, these words emerged in Jiang Jingyuan's blank mind.

"Why did you let me leave the palace and set up a residence? Why did you help me even though you knew it was me who took the magical instrument from the bottom of the pond? Why... was the title given to me... 'Eternal Life'?"

When she was given the title of "Changsheng", others would only laugh at her and think that the emperor was obsessed with studying the method of immortality and had gone crazy. But in Jiang Jingyuan's eyes, these two words were extremely terrifying when they were given to her as a title.

Did he guess her thoughts and intentions, or was he just trying to teach her a lesson with both kindness and force?

Jiang Jingyuan couldn't figure it out.

"Did I ever behave in a way that made people aware of what I was thinking?" Jiang Jingyuan's mind was so confused that she stood blankly outside the mansion and forgot to go in.

If they were using both kindness and force, then someone or something should have told her, either overtly or covertly, that she should work for the person Rong Yejin feared the most. They should have told her how to cooperate, rather than just silently giving her relative freedom and opportunities...

But if one senses the purpose hidden deep in her heart, then what is the purpose of helping her grow?

Jiang Jingyuan didn't believe that he or they thought she could really find the way to immortality, so they came to help her and then waited to pick the peaches in the end - no one else would believe this. Who would believe that a weak and sickly child like her who couldn't even practice cultivation could find the way to immortality?

Even casting a wide net doesn't make sense. Investing so many resources in a vulnerable child is both wasteful and inconceivable.

"I can't figure it out either way, so what does this title of 'Eternal Life' mean?"

Jiang Jingyuan closed his eyes and decided not to think about it anymore.

In the increasingly bright sunlight, the imperial plaque hanging high above the gate of the mansion glowed with platinum light. The eleven-year-old girl lowered her head, and her opened eyes were filled with calmness and composure that was completely inconsistent with her childish face.

The black hair with tender green tassels fluttered in the sunlight. The girl in a goose yellow dress reached out and pushed open the vermilion door, then stepped inside.

The hems of the skirt, one layer of goose yellow and the other of white, swayed over the threshold, and the vermilion door closed with a dull sound that was not harsh.

Birds were jumping on the branches, and the slightly withered branches were trembling and shaking in front of the window.

There was a faint crisp sound as porcelain clashed against each other. Rong Yejin, dressed in red, looked at the girl in front of him and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Your Highness."

Jiang Jingyuan's face showed no unnecessary expression as he said calmly, "Master Rong is amazing."

Rong Yejin smiled but said nothing.

"What does this mean?" Jiang Jingyuan subconsciously wondered. She had originally thought the Rong family had played a significant role in the recent gift she received, but judging by Rong Yejin's attitude...it didn't seem to be the case.

Could it be that these privileges were given just because of her...? Jiang Jingyuan's eyelids twitched, and he felt as if he had missed something.

She is not afraid of others being nice to her, but she is worried about others being nice to her for no reason. No reason means that no one knows whether this kindness is true or false, whether it will last forever or just for fun, and whether this kindness is just to become a sharp knife stabbing her in the back in the future.

It was too dangerous, and she was not prepared for it.

As her thoughts raced, Jiang Jingyuan suddenly remembered something. She seemed to have always assumed that the person hiding in the dark knew she had taken the magical weapon from the bottom of the pool, but she had forgotten about the man in black she had seen in the killing zone at the bottom of the pool. Jiang Jingyuan thought about it, trying hard not to let a strange look on her face. "That's right, the palace is not a place where just any outsider can enter..."

Jiang Jingyuan realized belatedly that the person might be the one behind the scenes... So, he or they wanted to get the magic weapon at the bottom of the pool, but she intercepted it?

Jiang Jingyuan's expression suddenly changed. She thought to herself, "I can't think about this. The more I think about this, the more awkward it gets..."

The exquisite yet not overly luxurious hall fell silent for a moment. Amidst the clinking of porcelain and the gurgling of warm tea, Jiang Jingyuan suddenly heard Rong Yejin speak slowly, "Your Highness, now that you have left the palace, you can travel the world. The world is vast, and there are countless wonderful mountains, rivers, and interesting stories outside the capital."

Jiang Jingyuan raised his eyes.

Rong Yejin smiled faintly at her and said, "Your Highness, there is no need to worry about what's happening in the capital."

I feel relieved with your words... Jiang Jingyuan muttered silently, then nodded calmly and said, "Thank you, Lord Rong."

In the current imperial palace, even Jiang Jingbai is not yet old enough to leave the palace and set up a residence, but she, who is even younger, has left the palace first... This matter is not a big deal, but in the mouths of some people, it is not a small matter either.

Jiang Jingyuan did not specifically inquire about the disputes in the court, but she knew just by thinking about it that someone would definitely make a big fuss about this matter to criticize the Rong family's eagerness for quick success and instant benefits, and say something sarcastic about her at the same time.

Jiang Jingyuan could ignore it and pretend she didn't know. After all, even if those big shots couldn't conquer the heavily guarded Rong family, they wouldn't lower themselves to argue with a weak child like her who was known to everyone.

But others who curry favor with the powerful may not necessarily do the same.

They might want to step on her to please the big shots - the big shots may not really need it, but they will definitely not miss this opportunity.

If this were the case, even if Jiang Jingyuan left the palace, she would still be entangled by various people and things and unable to leave the capital. It would just be like moving from one birdcage to a bigger one. All her actions would still be restricted and she would be wary of others.

But now, Rong Yejin's promise means that the Rong family will shield her from all these disturbances, and that Rong Yejin will do his utmost to protect her. Jiang Jingyuan can go anywhere and do anything freely and without any worries.

Regardless of the Rong family's actual purpose, this time they've already owed a huge debt... Thinking of this, Jiang Jingyuan looked at Rong Yejin again and said solemnly, "Thank you."

Rong Yejin leaned back in his chair, his face relaxed as he smiled nonchalantly, "If Your Highness is well, the Rong family will be better off."

"Your Highness, just remember to return in time for the Wanshou Festival in a month and a half."

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As the New Year approaches, the streets of the capital are decorated with lights and colors. Men, women, young and old, who finally have some free time, walk on the streets filled with laughter and joy.

A string of red lanterns swayed gently in the wind brought by the crowd. A girl in a goose yellow dress walked calmly under the lanterns, passing silently through the bustling crowd, so out of tune with the bustling world.

All he saw was a warm fiery red, but Jiang Jingyuan didn't feel a trace of warmth, but he didn't feel cold either.

She fell into the world in a daze, without any sadness or joy, but she felt a little confused when she stopped and looked around.

People talking and laughing walked past her, and only then did she realize that there must be someone waiting for her at home... Until now, she remembered that every time she escaped from various strange dangers and returned home to see Jiang Jingjian waiting for her, the fatigue in her heart seemed to dissipate most of it at once.

After all, there is a difference between closeness and distance. Jiang Jingjian is still different from other people in the palace. Jiang Jingyuan thought that she seemed to miss Jiang Jingjian a little now...

I don’t know how he is doing in Chen Country… Jiang Jingyuan couldn’t help but comfort himself by saying that Jiang Jingjian is doing well in Chen Country…

A visitor from other worldly places passing through the human world will eventually be disturbed by the mundane world.

After calming himself down, Jiang Jingyuan pushed these chaotic thoughts out of his mind and seriously thought about his next plan: "Well... now that we've left the palace, we shouldn't limit ourselves to the Great Abyss. If we don't know where to go, we can leave our location in the three countries of Lin, Yu, and Chen first."

After making the decision, Jiang Jingyuan turned into a small alley and took out a silver sachet that was shining with a cold light. The silver sachet gradually lit up in her hand.

"Wait!" Jiang Jingyuan's pupils suddenly shrank and he hurriedly shouted to stop.

Instantly, the slight sadness in Jiang Jingyuan's heart disappeared completely. She chuckled inwardly, staring at the silver sachet in her hand and said, "You are not allowed to teleport unless it is an emergency."

The silver sachet in her hand suddenly stopped shining, and the faint light gradually dissipated, lying motionless in her hand like an ordinary object.

Jiang Jingyuan's mind moved, and clouds and mist suddenly filled the area around her, and the gray-white mist lingered in front of her eyes.

call--

The gray-white mist appeared out of nowhere and disappeared in a flash, leaving the alley quiet and empty.

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In the endless gray-white clouds, Jiang Jingyuan raised his hand, pushed open the vermilion door in front of him, and walked out.

The gate of the deserted mansion opened a crack, and a light yellow figure scurried out. It would have been fine if she didn't know about this place, but once she learned the story, Jiang Jingyuan felt somewhat fortunate that these two streets were deserted even during the New Year. Otherwise, if someone saw her leaving this mansion, they would probably scream and drag her away.

At the same time, Jiang Jingyuan thought, "It seems that it was no accident that Yu Linhuan and Jing Youxi set up a stall here..."

Walking around these two streets and seeing more and more people passing by, the New Year atmosphere seemed to become tangible.

Jiang Jingyuan suddenly seemed to have thought of something and lowered his head to ask the silver sachet in his hand, "By the way, who was that person in black clothes that I met in the killing zone before?"

After a moment of silence, Xu Qinglin's nonchalant voice came from the silver sachet: "You can call them—"

"'The Seeker'."