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Chapter 1446

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First Madam poured the tea and handed it to the Old Madam.

The Old Madam sipped the tea and sighed. "I can't count on the group of concubines in his backyard. Wen Bin is almost twenty-six now. It's time for him to start a family. I'll tell him about it later during lunch. Before I close my eyes, if I can see my great-grandson, then let me see him. "

"Mother, what nonsense are you saying!" First Madam rebuked. "You still have plenty of time!"

First Madam's words pleased the Old Madam. The Old Madam chuckled, but still shook her head. "No, no!"



On the small path in the courtyard, the old steward smiled as he walked beside Jing Yanxiu. The old steward said, "Second Master, I knew you were coming back, so I tidied up your Cold Courtyard early in the morning. Please come in. "

As he spoke, the old steward carefully sized up the young warlord beside him.

Although Second Master Jing hadn't returned to Beiping for five whole years, there wasn't a single person in Beiping who wasn't wary of this master. He had led troops to battle at such a young age. In these years when the Japanese invaders were rampant and chaotic, as long as Second Master Jing was in a place, he had never lost.

Even Great Grandfather had said that Second Master Jing's strategy and ruthlessness in military matters were something that even the commander couldn't compare to. With a casual move of his fingers, who in Beiping would dare to make a sound?

Seeing the young master he had watched grow up to be successful and famous now, the old steward's heart was filled with emotion.

Second Master Jing carelessly lowered his eyes, his long, snow-white fingers lightly stroking the gun bolt. The brim of his hat and his scattered hair covered his long, narrow, and dark eyes. They were misty and emitted a cold intent. The old steward didn't dare to raise his head and could only secretly glance at the other's snow-white chin. The Adam's apple on his neck looked cold.

He glanced to the side, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the old steward. He said lightly, "I'm familiar with the Cold Courtyard. I don't need you to lead the way. You can leave."

Hearing this, the old steward stilled. He looked at Jing Yanxiu, then at the adjutant behind Jing Yanxiu.

"Also, all the servants in the Cold Courtyard have been dismissed. I have my own troops and don't need them."

The other party walked past him. His figure was slender and cold, and his army green cape swayed gently with the tassels on his shoulders.

The adjutant silently followed behind Second Master Jing and left, leaving the old housekeeper standing alone in the small path in the backyard.

When they returned to the Cold Courtyard, the servants who had stayed in the courtyard to serve them had all left.

He lifted the black glove on his left hand with his fingertips, revealing his slender hand. Casually putting the gloves back into his pocket, Second Master Jing's fingers tightened around his collar and touched the thin chain that was hooked on the button. The thin chain swayed gently.

Looking at the youth on the main seat, the adjutant understood and left the room, turning to place the soldiers in the Cold Courtyard.

Jing Yanxiu stood up and hung his military cap on the hanger beside him. He also hung up the military green cloak on his shoulders, revealing his tall and straight body wrapped in a military uniform under the cloak.

The green military uniform was solemn and neat, with the symbol of the country's honor hanging on the shoulder. A thin chain was hooked to the buttons, extending all the way to the left pocket. The black military boots were long, wrapping around the youth's slender and powerful calf. Every part of him exuded an ascetic coldness.

Sitting back in front of the desk, Jing Yanxiu casually picked up a document on the desk to read. His scattered hair faintly covered his eyes and brows. His brow bone followed the high bridge of his nose. When the sunlight shone over, his high and exquisite features were hidden under the half-bright and half-dark sunlight. The side of his face was incomparably deep.

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