Xue Pan would never have imagined it in his wildest dreams.

Just when he was filled with joy and thought he could finally escape from Jinyi Mansion Prison.

Will he see Jia Cong again.

At this moment, Xue Pan's heart was filled with fear.

Obviously Jia Cong is only a seven or eight-year-old child, but in his eyes he is like a violent and bloodthirsty beast.

Jia Cong smiled slightly: "It seems that you really don't recognize me?"

Xue Pan shook his head desperately.

If I could turn back time, even if I killed him, I would not dare to covet this young boy in the silver building.

"My surname is Jia, Jia Cong, and the elder you call me is my biological father."

"Jia? Jia Cong?" Xue Pan was dumbfounded.

No matter what, he could not associate the noble and handsome young man in front of him with a fox armpit fur snow coat with the shivering little transparent boy in his family.

"Ah what?" Jia Cong smiled jokingly.

"In order to ask my father to fish you out, Aunt Xue promised a silver house."

"Well, it's the one on Gulou West Street that day."

"What about you, Brother Xue? What do you mean?"

Jia Cong knocked the bamboo pole loudly.

Of course, the most valuable thing of the Xue family is not the shops, houses, fields, gold, silver and jewelry.

Instead, two or three generations have worked hard to build trade routes that connect the north and south of the entire Shenjing River, both inside and outside the customs!

Anyway, this dandy will definitely ruin the Xue family's fortune and cut off business routes in the future.

It's better for him to strike first.

After knowing Jia Cong's identity, Xue Pan finally calmed down and no longer shivered in fear.

No matter how much of an idiot he is, he still knows that his life has been saved and he will not be thrown back to Jinyi Mansion Prison to be beaten again.

"It all depends on Brother Cong, whatever you say will be whatever you say!"

Jia Cong smiled faintly: "Okay, remember what you said today."

"When the time comes, I will naturally tell you what I want."

"Don't think about pushing back, let alone denying it afterwards."

Jia Cong's peach blossom eyes suddenly became extremely deep.

He stretched out his hand and patted Xue Pan's big, bruised and swollen face.

"You know, I have ten thousand ways to make it impossible for you to survive or die!"

Xue Pan was so frightened that he cried: "I don't dare! I don't dare! Whenever brother Cong wants it, I will give it to him!"

"Get up! Come back home with me later."

Xue Pan climbed up from the ground tremblingly and stood behind Jia Cong, not even daring to breathe.

Jia Cong dismissed Xue Pan with a few words.

He turned back and smiled at Jia She: "Dad, it's time to go home."

The more Zhou Jin looked at Jia Cong, the more he liked him. He laughed loudly: "Enhou gave birth to a good son!"

"I will surely soar to the sky in the future!"

He touched inside his sleeves, but there was no small gift he could hold out.

He smiled awkwardly:

"I'm on duty today, nothing special."

"I'll make a special trip to visit you another day and then give you a meeting gift."

"Who cares about your three melons and two dates!" Jia She said with a genuine smile.

"Cong'er, this is your Uncle Zhou."

Jia Cong followed his instructions and bowed to Zhou Jin: "Jia Cong greets Uncle Zhou."

Jia She looked at Jia Cong with a look of satisfaction in his eyes and touched his little head.

"Okay, let's go home and ignore this guy!"

Although Jia Cong had made up his mind to pursue the Xue family trade route, he still had no good impression of the dandy Xue Pan.

Of course she wouldn't let him ride in the same carriage with her.

Jia She was even more unwilling.

He was able to come to Jinyi Mansion and experience this life because of Jia Cong.

As for Xue Pan, he has nothing to do with him.

Jia Le knew the opportunity, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master, Third Master, Uncle Xue can't sit down, I'll go to Qian Street to hire a car."

Zhou Jin quickly stopped: "No need to hire."

"Hou Enhou, aren't you slapping me in the face? Do you think that my Jinyi Mansion doesn't even have a carriage?"

Jia She curled his lips and said: "No, your carriage here is unlucky!"

The carriage in Jinyi Mansion is certainly not a good route.

"You, you! Let me say something!"

Zhou Jin smiled and stretched out his hand to push Jia She, and stopped arranging the carriage for Jinyi Mansion.

While talking, Jia Le hired a car from Qian Street and helped the staggering Xue Pan into the car.

The group of people then left Jinyi Mansion.

In the heavy snow, Zhou Jin watched the carriage driven by Jia She go farther and farther.

All my worries turned into a long sigh...

Inside the car.

Jia Cong pulled Jia She and asked, "Dad, what does that gesture you just made mean?"

"Why did those soldiers in uniforms retreat as soon as they saw the gesture?"

Jia She smiled: "Well, it's a gesture representing the royal secret guard."

Jinyi Mansion and the Royal Secret Guard are from the same family, so they naturally recognize each other.

Jia She spoke in an understatement, but Jia Cong was greatly shocked by him.

A pair of peach blossom eyes kept wandering around Jia She's body.

"Bad boy, what kind of look is this?"

Jia Cong raised his face and asked, "Dad, are you also a secret guard? How is this possible?"

His father's martial arts skills are shallow and can only be used in fights with Tianxi Emperor Tu Yu.

If he can even become a secret guard, then the entire Royal Secret Guard is a big joke.

Jia She paused for a moment and then said: "Of course I am not a secret guard, your father, but the former commander of the Royal Secret Guard Battalion was very familiar with me."

Jia Cong immediately thought of the former crown prince, Prince Yizhong. As the crown prince, of course there would be secret guards around him.

This cheap guy of mine must be familiar with the commander of the secret guard camp like this.

Jia Cong still wants to talk.

Jia She waved his hand to stop him from asking any more questions.

"Okay, stop asking questions. You will naturally meet him when you have the opportunity in the future."

"We're home. Where do you want to send the stick at the back?"

Jia She changed the topic.

Jia Cong said with a smile: "Just throw him back to Lixiangyuan, do you have to send him to Rongqing Hall in person?"

"I don't want to see my wonderful grandmother."

Immediately, he lightly knocked on the car wall.

"Jia An, go directly to the Lixiangyuan on the back door to see Uncle Xue home."

"Yes, Third Master."

Jia Cong sent Xue Pan back to Lixiangyuan. Naturally, someone from the Xue family went to inform Aunt Xue that Xue Baochai did not mention it.

Inside Rongqing Hall.

Aunt Xue and her daughter were overjoyed when they received the news that Xue Pan had returned safely.
To be continued...