Su Bin Shen Shaoling

"Chongxi, is this the place you mentioned?"

"Well, for Ah Bing, there is no place in the world that is more intimate than this place, isn't it?"

Chong Chongxi stood beside me. Hearing the words, I looked up at the four big characters of the gilded Chengjun Wangfu, took a deep breath, and did not speak.

The moment I stepped into the gate, countless memories flooded my mind.

My father's stern face, my mother's helpless smile, my brother rubbed my head with a smile...

Chengjun Prince's Mansion, my home, bears everything I have...

"Father, brother, Ah Ping is back."

I stood in the living room, caressing the scratches on the seat. I scratched it on purpose when I was young. My father almost got beaten when he found out. If it wasn’t for my brother to protect me, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to escape my father’s scolding.

Thinking of this, I laughed.

Because after that incident, my elder brother lay on the bed for more than ten days before recovering from his injuries.

"Didn't you say that the Chengjun Prince's Mansion is going to be rebuilt?"

I suddenly remembered what I heard when I returned to Beijing last time, and I turned my head to look at Chong Xi suspiciously.

"The reconstruction of Chengjun Palace is just a cover made by Shenzhi, in order to preserve this place."

Hearing this, I froze for a moment, my mind suddenly plunged into chaos.

"You mean...he stayed here?"

"Ah."

I heard Zhong Xi's voice.

"Ah Bing, go around and see if there is any difference."

Chong Xi's words were a little strange, I frowned subconsciously, but he no longer meant to say anything.

I walked in the inner courtyard of Chengjun Prince's Mansion, and every plant and tree was exactly the same as in my memory. If it was different, it would probably mean that I was the only one left.

"The shopkeeper... the shopkeeper's..."

Qingxun's voice sounded behind me, I turned around to look at his awkward appearance, and teased, "Why, why did you stutter after entering Beijing?"

When I seldom teased him, he would definitely come back without saying a word on weekdays, but now he looks uneasy.

"You... are really the princess!"

"...Yes, but it was in the past."

As I said that, watching Qingxun keep turning, eyes full of anxiety, I stepped forward and said, "Qingxun, I'm just your innkeeper, and I'm just an innkeeper now, am I not?"

The smile on Qing Xun's face was still a little stiff when he heard this, but it was much better than before.

"Forget it, if you don't feel comfortable staying here, go out for a walk."

I smiled.

It wasn't until he set foot on the way back that Qing Xun returned to normal.

"Shopkeeper, you said that I have been with you for a year, why have I never seen that you are a princess?"

What Qing Xun said made Shen Chongxi and I helplessly laugh.

"The princess is just a person, with two eyes, a nose and a mouth. What can you tell from the face?"

I knocked on Qing Xun's head, raised my hand and opened the side curtain on the carriage, looking at the greenery flashing by outside the window, I felt more at ease than ever before.

Maybe, I really should learn to let go.

I thought.

The carriage entered the city, I walked side by side with Chong Xi on the street, Qing Xun didn't know where to go.

"Master, please, give me some money!"

I looked at the beggar who was kneeling on the side of the road, weeping and begging to passers-by, and stopped.

"Good people, please!"

For some reason, even though the slender beggar in front of me didn't resemble me at all, I seemed to see myself in her.

I squatted down and untied the purse from my waist.

"You don't have any family anymore?"

I watched Qi'er slowly raise her head, and met her clear eyes, as if I was hit by something in my heart.

"You...would you like to come with me?"

I heard my voice, and even I wondered why it was happening.

"……sorry, I……"

"I am willing!"

The beggar seemed to see my retreat, and hurriedly responded: "After having a younger brother, my parents will not want me. I survived with other beggars. I can do everything. Please take me away , I don’t want anything, just give me a bite of food, and don’t let me starve to death..."

The beggar in front of him was obviously only five or six years old, yet he said such words.

I have never lived her life, but I can also think of the difficulty.

I also want to take her away, but I don't even know how long I can live, so how can I take care of her?

"I……"