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Jiang Ning picked up the scraps of paper on the ground and put them in her purse.

When she walked out of the hidden room, she was shocked to find that the door had already been repaired.

The mess on the floor had also been cleaned up.

If it weren’t for the hammer still lying on the floor, Jiang Ning would have thought that everything that had happened before was just an illusion.

“What happened?” She looked at Guxing.

Guxing said, “Whenever I come out to do things, there’s always someone to clean up afterwards.”

“Who cleans up?”

“Seventh Miss hasn’t seen them.”

“Are they part of the same group as you?”

“You could say that.”

“…Impressive.” Jiang Ning didn’t know what else to say.

It seems that Jiang Mubai had been adopting homeless orphans from all over the country more than a decade ago, raising them together, and training them in different skills.

As a result, there is Gucheng with his powerful hiding abilities and Guxing with his strong tracking and investigation skills. In addition to them, there must be other young men and women with various abilities.

No wonder Jiang Mubai was able to become an invincible general on the battlefield.

Jiang Ning’s admiration for her uncle grew even more.

The thing she was most grateful for now was that such a powerful figure was on her side, not her enemy.

Guxing added, “Seventh Miss doesn’t need to worry, they will restore everything here. Gucheng, take Seventh Miss away, I have to report back to the General and the Prime Minister.”

Gucheng looked at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning went outside.

The moon had disappeared.

The sky began to snow again.

The night was cold and dark.

Li Hongyuan had already left without a trace.

Jiang Ning looked up at the black night sky, feeling the coolness of the snow falling on her face, and her mind was clear.

Everything else was an illusion.

Only interests were eternal.

What was Li Hongyuan doing here in the middle of the night?

To remind her?

Or to warn her?

Jiang Ning thought for a moment and said to Gucheng, “Let’s go home.”

Gucheng nodded, reached out his arm to her.

Jiang Ning held his arm, letting him lift her into the air, leaping across rooftops and tree branches.

As they passed an alley, under the lantern light of a wine shop entrance, she saw a familiar figure.

“Gucheng, let’s go down.”

Gucheng immediately jumped down with her, landing in the snow.

Jiang Ning approached the crouching figure and asked softly, “He Tang?”

The man turned his head, revealing a slightly pale face.

It was indeed He Tang.

He Tang had grown up with the original owner of the body and could be considered a childhood sweetheart.

Seeing him, a warmth involuntarily rose in Jiang Ning’s heart.

She knew this was the wish of her previous self.

He Tang hadn’t expected it to be her and quickly stood up leaning against the wall, “Ningning… no, Princess Consort. This humble official pays his respects to the Princess Consort.”

He tried to kneel and salute, but Jiang Ning hurriedly helped him up.

“He Tang, it’s so late, why are you crouching here alone? Your face doesn’t look good, are you not feeling well?”

“My mother is ill, and I came out to get some medicine for her.”

“Are you sick yourself?” Jiang Ning asked gently.

“Maybe I left in a hurry and felt a little dizzy for a moment. It’s nothing.” He Tang raised his head, looked at her, and then lowered his eyes again. “Why is the Princess Consort outside at night?”

“Oh, I came out to run an errand and was just about to head home.” Jiang Ning was puzzled, “Doesn’t your house have a servant and a carriage? Why did you come out alone to get medicine?”

He Tang’s fair face looked a little shy: “Some things happened at home, the carriage was sold, and the servants were dismissed.”