The Cheng brothers' eyes were deep; they were certain that Cheng Shuang couldn't produce a travel permit, and that her rustic little package was probably a gift from some distinguished guest!

They had seen that the package contained nothing but sugar and water sacs.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Cheng Shuang slowly raised her hand, her rosy cheeks calm and composed. The Cheng brothers nervously pursed their lips, and for a moment began to doubt whether they had misread the small package.

However, the little girl did not take off the bundle on her shoulder. Instead, she reached into her sleeve and pulled out a wooden plaque with five simple traditional Chinese characters that read "Qingyou City - Cheng Shuang".

The wooden plaque is a unique yellowish-green color, not very attractive, and the wood lacks the unique fragrance of trees. It looks dry and dull overall. However, the plaques hanging above the inner city gates are made of the same material, so this type of wood is most likely a specialty of Qingyou City.

Sure enough, the soldiers didn't even take it to examine it closely. They merely glanced at it, nodded casually, and asked in a very formulaic way, "Didn't they say you lost your travel permit?"

"Sir, you should understand the relationship between us!" The little girl sighed deeply, feigning concern. "We had a little grudge before..." She turned to the two boys with a heartbroken look and questioned them, "I did save Brother Sanlang, so why are you killing me after I've served my purpose?"

The Cheng brothers looked rather grim, especially when the two soldiers looked over.

"Alright, don't try to use your little tricks in front of the VIPs. Remember your place. Since you were all chosen by the VIPs, you're all family. Do you understand?" The last four words were shouted out loudly and were deafening. The Cheng brothers were obviously afraid and nodded repeatedly in agreement with some hesitation.

"Come on! Register with me," another soldier said expressionlessly.

Cheng Shuang obediently walked over and saw that the registration table did not have the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone she remembered. Although these four items were there, they were obviously just for decoration.

The soldier took Cheng Shuang's signboard and pressed it into the inkstone, which was full of black ink. The yellowish-green wood immediately absorbed the ink and was then printed onto the Xuan paper.

Cheng Shuangping held her breath, her peach blossom eyes widening with tension.

Beside the five large black characters, a small drawing gradually appeared, which was her portrait. However, the portrait was crooked, making the person's facial features look a bit distorted, but at least it could be recognized as Cheng Shuang.

"Huh!" The soldier looked at it with a strange expression and examined the travel permit more closely. At this moment, the piece of wood, which was as thin as a palm, was completely free of ink and had returned to its original yellowish-green color. Seeing this, the soldier had no more doubts and handed it back. "Your travel permit is going to break. Go to the chief steward and get a new one when you have time."

The little girl thanked him shyly, stepped back to Feng Jiakang's side, and smiled at the man with a curious expression.

Cheng Wudong pursed his lips, ultimately fearing the unwritten rules of Qingyou City, and did not say anything more confrontational. Cheng Wuchun, on the other hand, changed his previous attitude and gently inquired about Tian Sanlang's situation by pulling Cheng Shuang aside.

Cheng Shuang pulled back her sleeve. Unlike the Cheng brothers' attempts to be friendly, the little girl arrogantly raised her head and at most gave a few "uh-huhs," no longer displaying the friendly banter she had with the three brothers before.

Is it easy for her to dress up as a native?

If she hadn't found Tian Sanlang's travel guide while handing him candy, she would have almost been tricked by them.

Fortunately, Luo An's copying skill was slightly weaker in copying cards, but it didn't have many restrictions on road signs that only had simple identity verification functions. However, because it was a complete copy, the name column originally read "Tian Sanlang". The little girl used the card that Uncle Du had given her to successfully change the name.

The card is named—

[Squeaky Modified Version: Squeaky is a pink little mouse who dislikes stealing from the two-legged creatures with her family, believing it to be the wrong way of life. As a special little mouse, Squeaky believes she can live by relying on nature. Filled with intense shame, Squeaky diligently corrects the mistakes her parents and siblings have made. One day, her actions are discovered by her family, and this little mouse, due to her incorrigible behavior, is expelled and ultimately dies at the hands of a stray cat.]

Squeak's dying wish was to become an entity capable of correcting mistakes, but unfortunately, its abilities were limited, turning it into a correction tape with negligible power, and the Gate of Reincarnation could only be used three times!

Note: Since Zizi is dead, be careful when using it, or you may be haunted by deathly energy!

Cheng Shuang had intended to use the general store's skill, like the cloth shoes on her feet, but the store reported that it couldn't create something that didn't exist. Thinking about it, it made sense; she wasn't from Qingyou City, so naturally she didn't have a Qingyou City travel permit.

The young girl quickly regained her composure, as the identities of the group had been verified and the city gates were slowly opening, revealing the mysterious central city before their eyes.

If you were to describe the city center, you would probably only need four words: "bright lights and bustling activity."

Many handsome young men and women lined up in two rows, bowing and paying their respects in unison. Their light gauze sleeves danced gracefully, revealing glimpses of spring beneath.

Cheng Shuang remained silent for a moment.

The uncle who was protecting the area next to me was so red that his face was almost boiling water. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were blank. If it weren't for his long-standing experiences that had restrained him, he probably would have already rushed in by now!

She wanted to shake him awake. The way these pretty older brothers and sisters looked at him was no different from how he looked at them—their eyes shone like someone who had been starving for over ten days and was suddenly seeing delicious food… Anyway, the little girl felt uneasy. Observing from an outsider's perspective, she always felt a sense of unease caused by excessive enthusiasm.

The fairies, dressed in light gauze robes, came over and formed a human sedan chair, shyly inviting Feng Jiakang to sit down.

Feng Jiakang's eyes flickered as he covered his nose, his gaze unsure of where to look.

Don't misunderstand, he's not a gentleman; there's just too much beautiful scenery that dazzles him, leaving him with nowhere to settle down.

However, when he saw the three children quietly accompanying him on both sides, Feng Jiakang came to his senses.

He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and politely declined.

Not to mention Cheng Shuang, even the Cheng brothers found it strange.

After all, this person's eyes have never been idle; he's one of the most unreserved among all the VIPs in the past.

As Cheng Shuang was wondering, suddenly, a strange warning sounded. She quickly turned around, and everyone subconsciously followed her gaze, only to see a beautiful young woman carrying a child who looked to be about ten years old walking towards them.

The beauty smiled charmingly at Feng Jiakang, but her actions were swift and decisive; she grabbed Tian Sanlang by the neck, causing his face to turn red.

"He's out of medicine!" the woman said silently to the Cheng brothers and Cheng Shuang.

The Cheng brothers immediately turned pale and looked hesitantly at the soldiers guarding the city gate.

The soldiers frowned, still mindful of Feng Jiakang's presence, and whispered, "What's all this commotion? Don't let your private matters bother our VIP."

Feng Jiakang, on the other hand, seemed quite at ease, shrugging his shoulders. "It's alright, I don't care." But he really didn't care! He could only benefit from their conflict.