What surprised Jing Zhe even more was what happened next.
The two women, engrossed in their conversation, glanced at Jing Zhe every now and then, especially Liu Jinghong, whose gaze towards him was complex, excited, and affectionate…
Holy crap, am I really that charming?
Suddenly, Liu Jinghong walked over here.
Jing Zhe tensed up: If she confesses her feelings to me, should I accept her, accept her, or accept her?
Jing Zhe simply couldn't think of a reason to refuse such a high-achieving woman with outstanding looks and a respectable official position.
But the result was: he was overthinking it.
Liu Jinghong walked over and looked him up and down carefully before asking, "Are you Jing Zhe?"
"He isn't!"
Su Mochen answered quickly.
No wonder she kept looking at me; she had mistaken me for someone else!
Feeling much more relaxed, Su Mochen smiled and said, "Sister Jinghong, you've mistaken him for someone else. His name isn't Jing Zhe; it's A-Kun."
Liu Jinghong frowned slightly, glanced back at Lu Li, and saw her shake her head at him. Then she looked at Jing Zhe, waiting for his answer.
Jing Zhe first apologized to Su Mochen: "Your Highness, you have mistaken me for someone else. I am not A-Kun."
Then he looked at Liu Jinghong and said, "My name is indeed Jing Zhe."
"Zhe'er!"
The next moment, Liu Jinghong's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations.
The usually aloof and cold General Jinghong suddenly embraced Jing Zhe, bursting into tears of joy.
Jing Zhe: "..."
Su Mochen: "..."
Iron Cavalry: "..."
Although being held by such a beauty is not a bad thing, her entire body is covered in armor, and apart from being hard and smooth, there is no other tactile sensation.
With a slightly stiff hand, Jing Zhe pushed Liu Jinghong away and said with an awkward smile, "General Jinghong, have you mistaken me for someone else?"
This time, he did start to question it.
I'd be happy if you confessed your feelings, but please consider me your younger brother...
What's wrong with all the strong women in this world? Why do they all like this trope?
First it was Lu Li, and now it's Liu Jinghong. Do I really have that much talent for being a younger brother?
Liu Jinghong wasn't angry. She laughed and said, "Do you have a birthmark on your butt?"
"..."
Jing Zhe was furious and turned to look at Lu Li: It's one thing for you to peek, but why did you tell others?
Lu Li turned her head away as if she hadn't heard anything.
"So what if I did? You're not going to say you burned yourself, are you?"
"Of course it wasn't me!"
Liu Jinghong waved her hand, "That was your older sister who burned you, I was just watching!"
"..."
Seeing that he still didn't believe her, Liu Jinghong thought for a moment and her eyes lit up: "Do you still remember this?"
As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief pouch from his clothes and opened it very carefully.
Inside the cloth bag were two wooden swords, one large and one small. The largest was no bigger than the palm of a hand, and a piece was missing from the hilt, indicating that the swords were quite old.
What were originally insignificant things left Jing Zhe stunned when he saw them.
After he transmigrated, the original owner's memories were still in his mind. He looked through them once. Some memories that the original owner valued were clearer, including these two wooden swords!
In my memory, a little boy was wielding a sword against a little girl who was a head taller than him and looked like a tomboy. The little boy even said that he would definitely become a peerless master in the future and protect the little girl.
The little girl happily agreed, and then... she used the wooden sword to poke the little boy until he cried.
Clearly, the little girl had more potential to become a master than the little boy, making it a truly wonderful memory.
After reviewing this memory, when Jing Zhe looked at Liu Jinghong again, his eyes were filled with the same complex emotions she had shown him earlier—excitement and deep affection.
A fleeting glimpse...
Jing Hong!
"Fourth Sister!"
Looking around, I see nothing but echoes of my childhood.
"You remember now?"
Liu Jinghong smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.
The cavalrymen of the Jinghong Iron Cavalry had followed Liu Jinghong through thick and thin for several years, and they had never seen their general with such an expression before. They stared at him from afar, somewhat dumbfounded.
However, remembering his general's fiery temper, he quickly turned his head away, thinking to himself, "Don't look at what you shouldn't see," fearing that if Liu Jinghong saw it, he would settle scores with them later.
Jing Zhe nodded: "If I hadn't seen these two wooden swords, perhaps Zhe'er wouldn't have dared to recognize me."
Then he turned the larger sword over, and there was a crooked "Zhe" character carved on the broken hilt. Jing Zhe laughed and said, "Besides Fourth Sister, who else would keep such a broken wooden sword?"
"Who said it out loud?"
Liu Jinghong glanced at him with dissatisfaction, then carefully wrapped the wooden sword with the handkerchief and put it inside her clothes. Over the years, these two seemingly insignificant little wooden swords had been the driving force that supported her on many occasions, and she cherished them like treasures.
"If Fourth Sister likes it, Zhe'er will give you another one in the future!"
"I'll naturally like what Zhe'er gave me—but I'll wait until you give me yours first!"
After saying that, she pouted and smiled, her eyes sparkling and captivating.
Liu Jinghong usually leads a troop of cavalry to fight in the north and south, and she needs to hide her expressions and not show them. She has almost forgotten what it feels like to cry or laugh.
But when she was talking to Jing Zhe, she naturally let go of all her previous constraints and shackles. She would even pout and act coquettishly, but she didn't feel embarrassed because the person standing in front of her was her younger brother!
The little boy who used to follow her around since he was a child, saying he would become a peerless master to protect her, has now grown up!
"Fourth Sister, how did you become General Jinghong? And what's with that name..."
Jing Zhe's memory shows that his fourth sister was named Jing Hong. She was a tomboy and liked to bully his fifth and sixth sisters. However, when they went out to play, he liked to follow his fourth sister around because he knew that no one would dare to bully him if he was with her.
More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. I never expected that the tomboyish older sister from back then would grow up to be such a graceful young woman and even become the stunning General Jinghong. It's truly amazing!
"Actually, you shouldn't call me Fourth Sister."
As she said this, Liu Jinghong turned her head to look at Lu Li, her eyes questioning.
Lu Li shrugged at her, her expression helpless.
"Not call me Fourth Sister?"
Jing Zhe was instantly dumbfounded: "Then I can't call you something like 'darling' or 'wife,' can I? Even though we're not related by blood, it still feels really embarrassing."
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