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He never revealed his identity. The people around him only respectfully called him "Young Master".

Whenever he talked about his identity, he would immediately fall out.

However, the more time Jingjing spent with him, the more she realized that this person was actually not simple.

He could not help but have a high level of martial arts, profound inner strength, and a cautious personality.

Normally, he looked cold and indifferent, but the servants around him were all loyal and devoted.

His carefulness was so meticulous that it could make people's hair stand on end.

The past few days of study had allowed Jingjing to improve at a rapid pace.

In the blink of an eye, twenty days had passed.

That morning, Jingjing was studying her "homework" under Manqing's supervision when she heard a voice from behind the curtain, "Look, we've arrived in the Western Regions —"

These few days, his studies had entered the final phase.

The masked man would not let go of any loopholes or minor details.

Even the portraits of Xiahou Ye's family, friends, and important servants were recorded in her mind.

These past few days, he had been memorizing the portraits, the personalities and hobbies of the people in the portraits, as well as the things that happened with Xiahou Ye Qian every day.

"Have they arrived at the Western Regions?" Jing Jing also couldn't help but to open the curtain of the carriage, looking into the distance in anticipation as she asked.

Even if he was forced to come, there was nothing he could do.

Just a special trip at the time.

The masked man nodded his head, his voice tinged with a hint of pride, "Our Western Regions have beautiful scenery, vast lands, and abundant resources. In the future, the Holy Lord will definitely overtake us in the Western Regions!"

Jingjing seemed to have been infected by his emotions, and asked, "How long until we arrive?"

"Before dark!" He turned his head to the side. He didn't know if it was because of the sunlight or not, but from the looks of it, he felt that the color of his eyes was different than usual.

The setting sun was fiery red, shining on the flat ground. Everything looked so beautiful.

Jingjing was in her room at the relay station, bathing in petals while watching the setting sun from the closed windows. Her heart seemed to relax a little.

Bathing in water, put on the western region of the Pan Lotus, sprinkled with a fragrant aroma.

Man Qing, who had been blabbering along the way, was carefully wiping Jingjing's body with a fragrant shower of beans.

After the bath, Manqing dressed her in a white tunic and wiped her hair.

"Knock knock knock —" There was a knock on the door. Manqing wanted to say something, but Jingjing casually said, "Come in!"

Manqing wanted to say something but hesitated.

Only now did Jingjing remember, this was ancient times.

She had just showered, and although she was wearing a white undergarment, it could still be considered a "untidy" outfit.

Besides, she hadn't combed her hair yet.

However, she was a modern person.

The one who walked in was actually the masked man. He didn't want to avoid any suspicion.

Jing Jing was slightly puzzled, she asked him, "What is it?"

He glanced at Manqing, not avoiding her words. "I'll tell you some things so that you won't miss a single opening!"

"Alright!" Jingjing said.

The masked man replied, "I know you don't want to, but there are only two months and ten days left. We can leave now and meet your senior sister."

His hand, as if out of habit, groped for the blood-red ring on his hand.

After a short pause, he asked, "Is it convenient?"

Jing Jing was slightly shocked, this was the first time she heard this person speaking to her with an inquiring tone.

She hesitated. "I think it's convenient."

In the bronze mirror, the usually lively and talkative Manqing slightly frowned, as if she disagreed, but did not say anything.

The masked man didn't say anything. "Tonight, you're going to go to Xiahou Clan by yourself."

"Alone?"

"And Manqing." The masked man muttered to himself for a moment as if he was organizing his thoughts.

"When the time comes, I won't be able to see any flaws." he said.

Jingjing said, "I'll try my best."

"I can't do anything. I have to avoid the possibility of being recognized."

He paused for a moment and said, "Even if there are people who suspect, they would rather die than admit it. Moreover..." "If Manqing comes with you, no one will doubt it."

"Oh." Since that was the case, what more could he say.

"After all, you are a fake, you must remember that you cannot get close to anyone, especially General Xiahou. He has always doted on Xiahou Ye Qian, so no matter how much you copy him, he will be able to see through you, do you understand?"

Jingjing nodded, "I understand."

After pondering for a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Then, who is my so-called fiancé? You told me about everyone around her, but never about your fiance. "

This is a little unusual.

She could not ask Xiahou Yeshi where she had gone.

Because since he was able to pretend to be Xiahou Ye Qian, he must have done everything in his power to prevent Allah from coming out.

However, how could he not ask about his fiance?

The masked man muttered to himself for a moment before replying, "Not yet!"

"Not yet?" Jing Jing frowned, then asked him a question in return.

What did that mean?

What kind of answer is that?

Didn't he want her to replace the original owner and marry him? Why hadn't his fiance been decided yet?

At one point, Jing Jing Jing even suspected that this masked man didn't want her to marry into the Royal Family because he was in love with Xiahou Yeshi.

Unexpectedly, a fiance didn't exist.

Was this person messing with him?

The lips of the masked man sank, but he said seriously, "With her identity, marrying into the Royal family is unavoidable. But, that's not certain."

After which, he spoke with some difficulty, "If she chooses a prince, she shall marry that prince. "So …"

"So you can't let her choose?" Jingjing couldn't help but accept his unsaid words.

The masked man nodded, "Yes!"

Jing Jing sighed, "Then, which prince do you want me to choose?"

"..." I'll tell you the night before last. " The masked man said, "I think I'll definitely give you a pleasant surprise."

"Fine." Jing Jing said, "I just hope that after this is done, you will keep your word."

The masked man replied, "Naturally."

He then continued, "When you go back, within three days, you must choose your husband, so there is no need to rush."

"I'm not in a hurry!"

Jingjing answered honestly, thought for a while and then said, "Oh right, where is Ye Chong? He has arrived in the Western Regions. "

The masked man nodded: "He has arrived. At that time, your new home will appear."

"My new home?" Jing Jing couldn't help but to ask.

"Yes." Your future husband's home. "

Hearing these increasingly absurd reasons, Jingjing couldn't help but sigh and say, "Why didn't you tell me? Aren't you afraid that I'll expose myself? "

The masked man shook his head. "There are some things that will be exposed if you realize them."

The corner of Jingjing's mouth twitched. From the bronze mirror, she watched as Manqing nimbly flipped her bun over her head. She said, "Alright."

Manqing pushed the last strand of hair behind Jingjing's ear, and said to the masked man, "Young Master, Miss is going to change."

The masked man stood up and put his hand to his lips. He faked a cough and told Jingjing, "Remember, in these two months, you are Xiahou Yeshi. Do not let me hear the word 'Jingjing' again, understand?"

Jing Jing nodded, "I know, even if I'm dreaming, I won't slip up."

Hearing these words, the corners of his lips curled up into a rare smile. "That's for the best."

This person either had a scar on his face, or he looked too good.

Otherwise, why would he cover his face all day?

However, looking at his sharp white chin and rosy lips, he was extremely beautiful.

If not for the green tassel marks on her pale skin, she would have suspected that this person was a woman.

The hair Manqing brushed for her was no different from the one she had sworn to in Central Plains.

It was just that in terms of technique, it was a bit more complicated.

The jewelry that had been inserted seemed to have been meticulously chosen.

There was no vulgar metal, only lustrous jade or white jade.

Simple two or three, with complicated oaths, but more elegant and refined.

Then, he made Jingjing close her eyes, sweep her eyebrows lightly, and put a thin layer of makeup on her lips and cheeks.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that this person had completely changed.

Her fair face was rosy, and her eyebrows were slightly raised. Her hair seemed to fly up to her temples, making her seem like she had even longer and narrow eyes. She looked charming, but was also not pure.

Add to that the fact that it was the size of a palm, and it was the size of a palm.

While she was admiring the dishes, Manqing had already taken out a light purple dress with gold thread and put it on her.

This dress was different from the ones in the Central Plains.

The upper half of his body was narrow, while his body was long and curved.

The hem was slightly wider, but the skirt wasn't joined together like the woman from the Central Plains. Instead, it was divided into several pieces.

At the opening, it was connected to a soft, thin, and slightly lighter colored transparent silk cloth with small, unknown flowers embroidered on it.

Finally, he left a short, tasselled silver piece on his smooth forehead.

When she looked in the mirror again, Jingjing couldn't help but feel surprised.

This appearance that could not be picky was just like a cute girl who was crafted from the best soft jade.

His long and narrow eyebrows were like mist, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Jingjing never knew that she could be so beautiful.

Even Man Qing, who had personally dressed up for her, was surprised.

The sun was about to set.

Jingjing held Manqing's hand and slowly descended the stairs.

The masked man was already sitting in the hall on the first floor, waiting.

Hearing the voice, he looked up.

Although two-thirds of her face was covered, Jingjing could clearly feel his astonishment and awe.

"..." "Get on the carriage."

At the entrance of the relay station, there were already people waiting.

After about an hour, the carriage slowed down.

After a while, Manqing lifted the curtain and said, "Miss, we're here!"

Jingjing took a deep breath and didn't move.

After Manqing got off first, he had his men squat under the carriage and open the curtains.

With Manqing's support, he stepped on the servant's back and got off the carriage.

After getting off the carriage, only then did Jingjing realize how big the crowd was.

There were armored guards everywhere, lined up in rows to the left and right.

There were dozens of servants standing respectfully at the end of the guards' area.

There was also a group of beauties of varying ages and ages.

"..." "Hey, so many people are here to pick you up!" Jingjing patted the masked man beside her, trying her best to maintain a smile on her face.

The man paused for a second and then said, "Idiot. It's for you! "