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Looking at the familiar child, Jing Yuan finally couldn't resist and started walking towards him.

She stopped in front of Qiye, her gaze lingering on Jingliu's face for a while, before speaking casually:

"Lord Qiye, what a coincidence, we meet again."

I wonder who this little child is?

I just saw you charging through the streets from afar; you looked quite impressive.

Qiye felt Jingliu's fingers tighten a little as he gripped his hair.

He coughed lightly and answered naturally:

"This is my master. Isn't he adorable?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Jingliu's chubby cheeks as he rode on his neck.

My fingers sank into the soft flesh, pinching that little face until it was slightly deformed.

"Don't pinch my cheeks."

Jingliu slapped his hand away with her two small hands, rubbed her cheeks which had been pinched red, and glared down at Qiye.

Then he turned to look at the white-haired girl in front of him, a look of confusion on his face.

"And who are you? You look so much like someone I know. Have I seen you somewhere before?"

Jingyuan watched as Qiye rubbed the little girl's face and clapped her hands.

Her delicate little face was pinched until it crumpled up, and her two little hands patted it desperately, but to no avail.

In the end, all he could do was rub his face and sulk.

At that moment, the faint doubt in her heart completely vanished.

It can't be Master. Who is Master?

That's the former Sword Master of Luofu. If anyone dares to pinch my master's face like that...

Master probably already cleaved that person in two with one sword strike, how could he have just slapped his hand away and that was it?

It seems I've become too sentimental since I've taken this form; seeing a little girl with white hair makes me think she looks like my master.

Qi Ye noticed that Jing Yuan's expression changed from doubt to relief, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He took the opportunity to pat Jingliu's leg, and with a look of sharing a secret on his face, he began:

"Master, Master, I'll tell you who she is!"

This girl is General Jingyuan's illegitimate daughter! Surprised? Unexpected, right?

Jingliu's eyes widened.

She looked down at the white-haired girl in front of her, then looked up at Qiye.

She looked down at Jing Yuan again, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She opened her mouth, her childish voice carrying a shock that shattered her understanding:

"What? Jingyuan actually got married and had a child?"

When did he get married? And to whom? How come I didn't know?

The more she talked about it, the more unbelievable it seemed to her.

Her little hands unconsciously tightened their grip on Qi Ye's hair, causing Qi Ye to wince in pain.

"I thought Jingyuan would live a lonely life forever."

The worldview of Mirror Stream is being rebuilt.

She took a closer look at the white-haired girl in front of her, and the more she looked, the more she felt that she really did look like her.

That temperament, those eyebrows and eyes, that lazy smile—it's practically a carbon copy of Jing Yuan.

She had never heard of Jingyuan having a younger sister before, so the only explanation was that he had a daughter.

"I wonder who took a liking to Jingyuan, and how they could actually win his heart."

That girl must be amazing!

She looked at Jing Yuan, trying to appear mature but unable to hide her gossipy nature, and asked:

What does your mother look like? Is she very impressive?

Anyone who can handle Jingyuan must be no ordinary person.

Are they from the Cloud Cavalry? Or from some other immortal vessel?

Jing Yuan's composed smile froze for a moment.

She raised her hand, coughed lightly, and gave Qiye a polite but clearly warning smile, saying:

"Your Excellency Qiye, it's best to avoid discussing such unfounded rumors."

The label of "illegitimate daughter" could easily disrupt morale if it got out.

Qiye immediately raised her hands in surrender, and in doing so, freed her hair from Jingliu's grasp:

"I know, I know, I will never say it again, I will never say it again."

I'm a very trustworthy person; once I say something, it's as good as water spilled on the ground.

"You can't take it back, but you can pretend you never spilled it."

Jing Yuan glanced at him, his eyes saying, "I don't believe you."

She turned her gaze back to the white-haired little girl riding on Qiye's neck and remained silent for a while.

Then she tentatively spoke:

"I really can't say much about my identity."

But young lady, you said you recognized me. Do you know General Jingyuan?

The way you look at him suggests this isn't the first time you've met him.

Jingliu choked for a moment when asked the question, and unconsciously twisted Qiye's hair with his two small hands on his head.

She can't exactly say, "I am your master, but I've shrunk."

She was trying to figure out how to get out of this when Qi Ye spoke up for her.

"That's because my master's mother talked to her about General Jingyuan every day!"

She grew up listening to stories about General Jingyuan, and her memory of his heroic figure was legendary.

That's why I feel a sense of familiarity when I see you.

"Isn't that right, Master?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head back and winked at the mirror.

Jingliu immediately nodded vigorously, echoing in a childish voice:

"Yes, yes, this is it, this is it."

It was all told to me by my mother; she told me about General Jingyuan.

That's why you look so familiar to me.

Jing Yuan nodded thoughtfully, seemingly accepting the explanation reluctantly.

But she always felt that something was off; this little girl's demeanor was different from that of children from ordinary families.

Looking into Jingliu's eyes, that feeling resurfaced.

She couldn't help but ask again:

"May I ask who your mother is? To know so much about General Jingyuan, she must not be an ordinary person."

I grew up in the general's mansion, and I know most of the general's acquaintances, so I might even know your mother.

Jingliu felt a little uneasy under her gaze and pinched Qiye's head with her small hand.

Qi Ye immediately understood and spoke solemnly:

"Miss Yuanjing, to be honest, I learned about my master from a remote star system."

Her mother was also present at the time; in fact, strictly speaking, I became her teacher.

But her mother later entrusted her to my care because of some things, so she became my mentor.

Although the generational hierarchy is a bit convoluted, in general, she is my master.

As for what her mother looks like.

She was a woman with a black blindfold and long silver hair, who looked a lot like my master.

My little apprentice will definitely grow up to be just like that—beautiful and capable.

Jingyuan stood there, unconsciously bending the bamboo skewer of the Qiongshi bird in her hand.

White hair, blindfold, black bandage—isn't that a description of the master?

Looking at Kagami Ryu riding on Suzuya's neck, she felt a mix of emotions.

It turns out that Master is still alive. Not only is he alive, but he has also started a family and has children.

She thought she would never see her master again.

It turned out that her master had simply gone to a place she couldn't find and was living a life she didn't know about.

She had actually considered another possibility.

The little girl in front of me is Kagami Ryu herself.

After all, if she herself can transform into a beautiful girl, it's not impossible for her master to transform into a child.

But then she remembered how Qi Ye had pinched the little girl's face and distorted her cheeks.

She simply clapped her hands away, pouted and rubbed her lips, showing no intention of drawing her sword.

If a true master of the Mirror Style had their face rubbed like that, they would probably have pinned that person to the wall with a single sword strike.

Moreover, Jingliu would never shout things like "Charge, my warhorse!" in public.

They would never ride on someone's neck and wave their little fists.

Her master was the kind of person who rarely even smiled during meetings, so how could he possibly be playing cavalry charge in the street with someone?

Therefore, this child is unlikely to be the master himself; it can only be the master's daughter.

This explains why they look so alike and why they feel so familiar!

If it's just a daughter, then everything is perfectly reasonable!

"I see."

Jing Yuan smiled.

"She's a very capable person, but I never expected that she would get married."

I always thought she would continue on alone.

As she spoke, she reached out and patted Jingliu's head, the gesture gentle yet somewhat unfamiliar.

"You look a lot like your mother. Grow up well and don't let her down."

Jingliu looked up at the white-haired girl in front of him, who suddenly seemed to be overflowing with maternal love for some unknown reason.

I just feel that she is indeed Jingyuan's daughter, a lineage that has been passed down through generations!