I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

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 belt—isn't that a description of the master?

Looking at Kagami Ryu riding on Suzuya's neck, she felt a complex 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 seem 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 at the white-haired girl in front of him, who suddenly seemed to be overflowing with maternal love for some reason.

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

Chapter 114 Mirror Stream's Daughter

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 apprentice," "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’ve 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.

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 how I could 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, as if to say, "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.