It took Lu Ming almost a full month to reach the land of Jiangtu.
This place was rich in water and fertile land, teeming with cattle and sheep. Despite the slightly cold weather, it was a rare gem.
Jing Yiren stayed here for five days before she hurried back to the Imperial City.
Before she left, Little Prince Jin gave her a verbal message to give to her uncle, the emperor.
"I ask your grace for a sword, to pour my heart out over the beacon fires."
"I seek three more years of your grace, for a prosperous and beautiful land."
Jing Yiren knew that this was not only a promise from Little Prince Jin, but a pledge of loyalty and trust to her uncle.
Three years from now, he would return to her uncle a realm of prosperity and beauty...
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Thinking of these past events, they seemed as vivid as yesterday. Was Little Prince Jin still alive?
She hadn't seen him since then.
Just as Jing Yiren was pondering, she heard the front door open.
Lu Ming was back.
