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On March 7th, Xing finally came up from behind.

March 7th glanced at the bent bamboo skewer in Jingyuan's hand, then at Jingliu riding on Qiye's neck.

I feel like I missed several episodes of the story.

She coughed lightly, interrupting the reminiscing:

"Alright, alright, can you two stop reminiscing?"

"Miss Yuanjing, can we go find that Star Core Hunter, Kafka, and ask her something now?"

"I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while longer."

Jingyuan withdrew his hand from Jingliu's head and resumed his composed smile.

"The Qiong Guan Formation needs time to prepare; Fu Taibu is still making final adjustments."

You may continue to move around freely before the interrogation begins.

"Luofu is just starting to get lively; there's no need to rush back."

March 7th's eyes lit up when he heard this.

The slight fatigue from being embarrassed by Don Quixote's cavalry was instantly thrown to the winds:

"That's easy! We were just planning to go get a nice meal! Miss Yuanjing, are you here for fun too?"

Jing Yuan nodded:

"After finishing my official business, I naturally wanted to relax. I just didn't expect to run into the daughter of an old friend on Chang Le Street."

As she spoke, her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Kagami, who was perched on Suzuya's neck.

The smile at the corner of his lips held a hint of indescribable tenderness.

"The daughter of an old friend?"

March 7th and Xing repeated it in unison.

Then they all turned to look at the little girl on Qiye's neck who was pulling his hair.

March 7th pointed at Jingliu, then at Jingyuan, his expression shifting from confusion to gossip.

"Wait, you just said the daughter of an old friend?"

"Qiye's master is the daughter of an old friend of your general's family? What kind of incredible background is that?!"

"Yes."

Jingyuan smiled gently, offering no further explanation, and spoke softly to Jingliu.

"Little sister, how is your mother doing? Is she alright?"

Who is your father? The man who married your mother must not be an ordinary person.

My father didn't have many old friends, and even fewer people he truly cared about. Your mother was one of them.

Jingliu's head was a little messed up by this series of questions.

She is only seven or eight years old in terms of mental age.

She must simultaneously face three challenges: pretending not to know her disciple, maintaining the false identity of her master's daughter, and answering questions about her fabricated family.

This is clearly beyond her current ability to handle.

Her little hands gripped Qi Ye's hair tighter and tighter until she could only look down at Qi Ye for help.

With those watery eyes, she sent out a silent distress signal.

"Alright, alright, Miss Yuanjing, don't make things difficult for the child."

Qi Ye quickly tried to smooth things over, gently patting Jing Liu's leg to comfort her.

"My little master is still young, she can't answer all these questions you asked at once."

Moreover, there are some things about her mother that are not convenient to talk about with outsiders.

You know, some old friends don't like being interrogated.

Looking at his expression, Jing Yuan suddenly realized that he had indeed been too excited.

After all, the child in front of them was just their master's daughter, not their master himself.

It was indeed somewhat impolite of her to pry into the private affairs of other people's parents.

She straightened up, bowed slightly, and her face showed a sincere apology.

"Sorry, I got too excited."

However, the little sister's mother is very likely an important old friend of my father's.

So I couldn't help but ask a few more questions. Please forgive me, Lord Qiye and the little sister.

March 7th listened in stunned silence, counting on his fingers.

"Wait, is Qi Ye's master the daughter of General Luo Fu's old friend?"

In other words, Qiye's grandmaster and General Jingyuan were old acquaintances.

How come your seniority is getting more and more outrageous!

In Belleburg you are Seele's father, in Lov you are the apprentice of the general's old friend.

How many more hidden identities are you keeping from us?!

"I don't even remember myself, how can I tell you?"

Qi Ye shrugged, his face bearing that standard innocent expression.

"I was just thinking about it."

"Maybe in a couple of days I'll remember I used to know some star gods or messengers, and then I'll treat you all to a meal."

Jing Yuan watched the group bickering, chuckled softly, and then raised his hand to make a "please" gesture.

"Alright, let's talk about those old things another day."

Since you all have some free time tonight, I'd like to host the event and show you some hospitality.

If my father knew that I had met the daughter of his old friend and hadn't treated her well, he would probably blame me for being impolite.

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Jingliu, who was riding on Qiye's neck, and the smile on her lips was gentler than usual.

"Speaking of which, I haven't yet asked the little sister's name?"

Qiye spoke up directly on behalf of Jingliu:

"My master's name is Jing Xiaoliu! It's Jing as in mirror, Xiao as in small size, and Liu as in flowing water, so Jing Xiaoliu."

Her mother named her "Little Liu of the Mirror Family," a simple, easy-to-remember, and cute name that suits my master perfectly.

After he finished speaking, he looked up and winked at Jingliu.

He had a smug look on his face that said, "How was my weaving? Not bad, right?"

Jingliu rode on his neck, looking down at his beaming face, and his lips twitched.

Jing Xiaoliu—she had never been given such a cute name in all her years of life.

But for now, she had no choice but to cooperate, so she nodded to Jingyuan.

Try to make your words sound like you are stating facts:

"Yes, Jing Xiaoliu. My mother named him that."

Jing Yuan was stunned when he heard the name, and then almost couldn't hold back.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, clearly trying to suppress her laughter but still unable to stop herself from saying:

"Jing Xiaoliu is quite in line with her usual naming style."

Simple yet sophisticated, cute and fitting.

Qi Ye looked at Jing Yuan, who was clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

He thought to himself that this guy was probably thinking, "Master, how could you give your daughter such a name?" but he didn't dare to say it outright.

He was about to add a few more sentences to solidify this premise.

Jingyuan had already extended his hands towards Jingliu and spoke gently:

"Little Liu Liu, can I hug you?"