"It seems Young Master Zhu has gone out." Old Master Zhou looked at the stars with some uncertainty.
Xingxing blinked her big, round eyes, tilted her head, and said, "Brother Phosphorus said he would come back after I woke up from my afternoon nap."
The little girl had barely finished speaking when the young man in white leaped over the wall and landed gracefully before entering the room with steady steps. "Who's looking for me?"
"Brother Phosphorus, you're back!" Xingxing's eyes lit up, and her little voice couldn't help but soar.
Zheng Qingshu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man in white slowly enter, as if he were floating in the air, his feet not touching the dust. The young man was tall and straight, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and his clothes were fluttering. In just a few breaths, a string of idioms to describe the young man in front of him appeared in Zheng Qingshu's mind.
Just as the governor had said, the people of Fairy Mist Island were not like ordinary people, but more like reclusive immortals, with every movement and expression exuding an otherworldly air.
Perhaps having had a few experiences before, neither Xingxing nor the little girl named Ruru had ever bowed to him, so the young man merely glanced at him indifferently without any intention of bowing. Zheng Qingshu calmly accepted the situation without the slightest annoyance.
After all, the other party is a young master, so it's normal for him to have a bad temper.
Zheng Yue, however, was getting impatient, his face showing anger, as if he wanted to shout at her, but Zheng Qingshu calmly raised his hand to stop him.
"Young Master Zhu, my name is Zheng Qingshu, the magistrate of Lishan County. I have come here today to discuss some important matters with you. May I ask if you would mind speaking to me privately?" These words were spoken very politely, giving Zhu Lin ample face.
The boy showed no emotional fluctuation, only asking calmly, "I wonder what the magistrate wishes to discuss with me?" He had no desire to get involved in matters that didn't interest him.
"It's about the princess."
“Okay.” Zhu Lin nodded.
"I want to hear too." Although Xingxing didn't really identify with her princess status, it didn't stop her from wanting to learn more about princesses.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Laoda spoke up: "Should I leave, or do I want to listen in as well?"
"Stay here. I have some questions for you," Zheng Qingshu said with a gentle smile.
Zheng Qingshu said he was going to discuss it with Zhu Lin, but most of the time he was the one asking Zhou Laoda, asking where Xingxing was picked up from, and what was different about her, such as her memories of the palace.
Zhu Lin and Xingxing sat to the side listening attentively, without interrupting or intending to.
"Xingxing sometimes dreams. In her dreams, there are high walls and magnificent city gates. Many people also appear in her dreams..." Because Xingxing's dreams are very fragmented, she tells them whatever comes to mind. When it gets to Zhou Laoda, the story becomes even more fragmented and chaotic.
Zheng Qingshu: "?"
He needed to sort out his thoughts; these were all important clues. If they were true, Xingxing was very likely the real princess. Once her memory returned, things would be much easier.
However, her dreams were a jumbled mess, making it difficult to fully recover her memories, and piecing them together to deduce the truth was quite challenging.
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