After the two finished exchanging pleasantries, the group left the inn.
It took a little over fifteen minutes to get from the inn to the Prince of Jin's residence by carriage, because the Prince of Jin's residence is not located in the center of Jinxi City, but in the somewhat remote northwest corner, which is very close to Changsheng Mountain.
The reason he chose to settle here was because the Prince of Jin's mansion was simply too big. Just looking at the length of the main gate wall, it was several times longer than the Eastern Palace, not to mention its area. There was no place in the city center big enough for him to build a mansion.
As he stepped out of the carriage, Jing Zhe said to Su Moyan, "Your Highness, look how magnificent Prince Jin's mansion is! It's much bigger than the Eastern Palace!"
"..."
It seemed like an unintentional remark, but no one answered after it was spoken.
Prince Jin laughed heartily: "Jingzhou is the capital of the Son of Heaven, where land is more precious than gold, so naturally we cannot engage in large-scale construction. Jinxi is different. The land where Prince Jin's mansion is located was once a desolate wasteland, so it is understandable that it can be built on a larger scale!"
"Hehe, Prince Jin, there's no need to be nervous! This humble official is inexperienced and just made a casual remark when I saw such a large palace. I absolutely did not think that Prince Jin wanted to surpass the Crown Prince because of this!"
"..."
The group remained silent.
The Prince of Jin glanced back at Jing Zhe, seemingly having grasped the hatred and fear Su Xinping expressed in his letter.
He grinned: "He really is an interesting person!"
"Excellent, excellent! Wenmao can rest in peace now that he has such a son!"
"..."
Jing Zhe fell silent at the mention of the deceased Jing Wenmao.
Upon seeing this, the Prince of Jin laughed loudly to himself, and then walked towards the mansion, though his legs were a little unsteady, and he limped.
It seems to be an injury left after Lu Li stabbed him with a sword years ago. As long as this leg is still lame, he will think of the Jing family whenever he walks.
Therefore, hatred will not be eliminated.
The first round ended in a draw.
...
Led by the Prince of Jin, the group entered the Prince's Palace.
Afterwards, accommodations were arranged for them.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Su Moyan and Feng Lianru were arranged to stay in a separate courtyard within the Prince's mansion. Even Hanhan was placed there, while Jing Zhe was assigned to a separate room some distance away from them.
The reason given by the Prince of Jin was that there was no more space available.
Such a large palace, how could Prince Jin come up with such a brainless excuse? Hanhan originally disagreed and wanted to live with Jing Zhe, but he was refused. Actually, Jing Zhe didn't care. If he lived here, Prince Jin wouldn't dare to harm him again, right?
After getting ready, Jing Zhe walked out of the room, preparing to meet up with Su Moyan and the others.
"stop!"
As I walked along the lakeside promenade, a clear, melodious girl's voice suddenly rang out behind me.
Jing Zhe turned around and saw a cute little girl standing there, holding a long whip in her hand.
She wore a fiery red silk dress with a very low neckline. Perhaps because she was running, the scarf around her neck billowed up, revealing glimpses of her cleavage beneath her snow-white skin. Her face was like a lotus flower, and her eyebrows were like willow leaves. She truly had a youthful face and a stunning figure.
You know, it's early winter now, and the weather in Jinxi is much colder than in Jingzhou. Jing Zhe really wanted to go up and help her pull up her collar, and then ask her: "Little sister, aren't you cold?"
The words that were on the tip of his tongue were: "Little sister, did you call me?"
Upon hearing the words "little sister," the little girl's brows furrowed tightly, as if they were about to twist into a rope. Noticing Jing Zhe's gaze fixed intently on her chest, she quickly covered it with the scarf around her neck.
His expression turned angry, but he stopped speaking, raised his hand, and the long whip lashed out!
Women who like to hold whips are usually lucky.
So the whip struck squarely, landing precisely on Jing Zhe's head—if he hadn't dodged.
Of course, Jing Zhe isn't stupid.
So, the whip missed its mark, and the little girl's mouth gaped open as she stared at Jing Zhe in disbelief.
"You...know martial arts?"
"It's alright, the main problem is that you're not good at holding the whip."
"you--"
The little girl got angry and started brandishing her long whip again, followed by another series of "crack crack crack" sounds.
As she quickened her movements, the scarf around her neck inevitably bounced up again, and that patch of snow-white skin broke free from its restraints, dancing wildly without restraint.
Jing Zhe watched while hiding, somewhat excited.
That talent show was really impressive!
The little girl whipped him for a long time but couldn't hit Jing Zhe even once. She was panting heavily when she noticed that Jing Zhe looked excited, and she was speechless.
Seeing that she had stopped, Jing Zhe quickly said, "Little sister, don't stop! Keep going, let's do it again!"
"..."
Seeing this, the little girl snorted and put away her whip.
They ran away, they ran away…
Jing Zhe was still wondering who this little girl was—she probably wasn't the Prince of Jin's daughter, because the little girl looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. He remembered inquiring before that the Prince of Jin's youngest child seemed to be about his age…
He shook his head, stopped worrying about it, and continued along the lake to look for Su Moyan.
...
The food at the Prince of Jin's residence was quite good, and the group, who had been making do with what they could find in inns and post stations for the past few days, enjoyed a hearty meal.
Just after we finished eating, the Prince of Jin arrived.
"Nephew, are you enjoying the food?"
Su Moyan smiled and said, "Although the Imperial Uncle has come to Jinxi, it seems that the cook in the mansion is still from Jingzhou, right? The food he makes is naturally to your liking!"
The Prince of Jin nodded and smiled: "Yes, as long as you're used to the food, it's fine."
With his warm and gentle expression, it's hard to associate him with the image of a ruthless villain.
"By the way, Imperial Uncle, why haven't we seen Xiaoxiao yet?"
"Xiaoxiao is so naughty now. I haven't seen her since this morning. When I see her, I'll definitely tell her that she's come to see her nephew!"
Su Moyan smiled after hearing this: "It's been quite a while since I've seen this girl, I've missed her very much."
When Su Moyan said this, her eyes revealed the most genuine and happy smile, just like when she talked about Su Mochen.
The first thing that came to Jing Zhe's mind was that little loli in a red dress with a youthful face and a large bust.
Holy crap, could she really be the Prince of Jin's daughter?
That's ridiculous.
The difference in appearance between the son and daughter is too great; one is a little swan, while the other is a big black pig. It's impossible for them not to be cuckolded.
At that moment, he suddenly came up with a particularly insidious idea and struggled with the thought: Should I be so dark and lewd?
At this moment, the Prince of Jin said again, "Nephew, why don't you rest after you finish your meal? Didn't you come to Jinxi this time for the martial arts tournament?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Jing Zhe and said, "I heard that President Jing is thinking of interviewing the four major sects? Perfect timing, I just received news that Wuxian Pavilion will be arriving in about half an hour."
Tonight, I am hosting a banquet at my palace, inviting the leaders of the four major sects. My nephew and Chief Jing, please come as well. I will take this opportunity to introduce you to the leaders of the four major sects!
The Prince of Jin said with some pride.
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