The two people in the room were not unfamiliar with the name Chu Jiuling.

Is she Chu Jiuling?

But Chu Jiuling is already dead.

In the quiet night, a living person suddenly said that he was a dead person.

Zhu Zan's face turned pale and Xue'er's face was filled with fear.

The room was dead silent.

This wasn't the first time she had said this.

Zhu Zan thought, and a long time ago, he had strangled her like this.

Because in a strange town he had never been to before, facing a strange girl he had just met and would never see again, she suddenly called out his name.

"Who are you?" he asked her.

Why did you recognize him?

At that time, the girl said she was leaving home without even taking a breath or blinking.

The family was impeccable, but there was nothing true about what she said.

Two years later, she finally answered his question.

My name is Chu Jiuling.

Are you Chu Jiuling?

How can you be Chu Jiuling?

Zhu Zan looked at the woman in front of him, and the woman in front of him was also looking at him.

There was a mist in her eyes, which seemed deep and clear at the same time.

"Ling Jiu?"

"Why are you called Lingjiu?"

So the reason for the doubt was because her name was also Ling Jiu?

"How is your father? Has he recovered from his winter cough?"

Because she knew her father, she was able to ask about these hidden illnesses that outsiders didn't know about.

So when Prince Huai fell ill, she was determined to cure him even at the cost of her life.

That's why Lu Yunqi would cling to her, because only she could be more like Chu Jiuling.

So she would stand by the wall outside the Chengguo Mansion and watch, because she had been here before.

So she would rescue his mother.

So she will defend her country because it is her father's kingdom.

So she would risk her life to enter the Jin territory to rescue her father.

So when he asked her what it was all her business, she said this with a half-smile.

"I am the Nine-Year-Old Princess."

That inexplicable familiarity, that inexplicable closeness without suspicion or precaution, that inexplicable help.

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Zhu Zan was shaking all over, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He suddenly let go of her and stepped back, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

No, it's impossible, how is this possible?

"You are weird. You are weird to me and our family."

"Yes, I treat your family differently."

"reason."

The woman in front of him thought about it and shook her head.

"I can't say," she said.

Can't say, does it mean that no one will believe it if I say it? It's true that no one will believe it, it's too absurd, how is it possible?

Zhu Zan gasped for breath and looked at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun stood up straight and reached out to straighten her tangled collar. She was so graceful and quiet in the night that it was frightening.

"Xue'er." She looked at the maid who was shivering beside her with her hands covering her mouth, "Is what Bing'er told me true?"

Xue'er let out a short cry and collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.

Miss Jun walked towards her slowly. Xue'er wanted to dodge backwards, but she didn't have the strength. She watched the woman stand in front of her.

"Jiang Yanbao, you're really not dead, right?" she asked.

Jiang Yanbao.

Xue'er seemed to see the man. He was standing in the room, restrained and frightened. Sitting in front of him was the prince who was second only to the emperor.

"What's your name?" the prince asked gently.

"My name is Jiang Yanbao." He answered timidly in a trembling voice.

Xue'er let out a cry and kowtowed.

"Princess...Princess..." She just cried and was speechless.

"Don't shout yet." Zhu Zan's voice rang out.

Miss Jun looked at him.

Seeing her looking at him, Zhu Zan subconsciously took a step back, his expression alert, but this alertness was not the playful and exaggerated one he had shown before.

"You, how can you prove it?" he said in a deep voice.

Miss Jun smiled and shook her head.

"I have no way to prove it," she said. "Zhu Zan, you are not familiar with me."

She looked at Cher again.

"Xue'er and I are not familiar with each other, and I am not at home all year round."

She raised her head with a bit of regret.

"You don't know me, so even if I tell you about my affairs, you won't know. And I don't know you either, and I'm not familiar with you, so I can't tell you about your affairs either."

The room fell silent again for a moment.

"So your visit to Guan Temple that time was not an accident?" Zhu Zan asked.

Miss Jun knew which time he was talking about.

"You neither?" she asked.

Zhu Zan's eyes were gloomy and he said nothing.

"How did you know?" Miss Jun asked, "Bing'er said she never told anyone. Did Bing'er find out after I died?"

Zhu Zan glanced at her and looked away.

"The Bing'er you are talking about is the palace maid who fell ill and died," he said.

Miss Jun frowned.

"You don't have to frown." Zhu Zan said, looking at her and looking away again, "She may have been discovered, but there must not be many people who have discovered it. At most, only Lu Yunqi and His Majesty know about it."

"What about Xue'er..." Miss Jun asked with frown.

"Xue'er, I'm not sure." Zhu Zan took over the conversation and looked at the palace maid kneeling on the ground and trembling. "Lu Yunqi must know, because there were always people from the Jinyiwei monitoring the Guan Temple. But I took the person away, and His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be completely unaware of it. There was no large-scale search for the person. Only a few people from the Jinyiwei were looking for her privately."

That's a bit weird.

Miss Jun groaned in silence.

"Xue'er didn't say anything." Zhu Zan continued, "I don't know what you just said."

Ah? He doesn't know? Miss Jun looked at him. Then how did he notice Xue'er?

Zhu Zan didn't look at her.

"Just guessing," he said.

Guessed? Is it possible to guess? Miss Jun was even more puzzled.

"You died suddenly, and I felt that there must be something wrong." Zhu Zan turned his head and looked at the wall. "Then I looked for anything unusual. After investigating, I found that a palace maid had died. I investigated her identity and found that she had served the previous prince. I found out that her sister lived in Guanmiao. Then I found out that the Jinyiwei people were monitoring her. These people from the Jinyiwei would not do anything without profit. Since they were monitoring her, there must be something wrong. No matter what the problem is, I will get the person first."

When he said this, he looked at the palace maid who was kneeling on the ground and trembling.

"I asked her what happened, and she said she didn't know, not even that she was being monitored. So I didn't ask any more questions."

"That's it."

It sounds simple, that's it.

But to do it...

Miss Jun looked at him.

A poor princess died, and that was it, but people still paid attention to her and wanted to find out the cause of her death.

The emperor must have tried his best to conceal the cause of her death. It is not as easy as saying that to find clues and to find a crucial yet inconspicuous palace maid from these clues.

He traveled thousands of miles from the north, not just to place a flower at her grave.

"Why do you want to do this?" she asked.

"Nothing much." Zhu Zan said with a stammer, never looking at her, as if he was afraid of this monster who was not sure whether he was a human or a ghost. "My father said that there might be something strange about his death. I happened to be in Beijing, so I checked it out. It was just a matter of convenience."

Is it a matter of convenience? But if you do it, you run the risk of quarreling and destroying the clan.

Miss Jun sighed lightly.

"Thank you and Duke Cheng," she said. "You have been so kind to us and have always cared about us. Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? It's mutual." Zhu Zan turned his head and said in a low voice, "You have helped my father so much, too."

There was silence in the room for a moment.

Miss Jun suddenly thought of a question.

"So, you believe what I say?" she asked, "You believe that I am Chu Jiuling?"

Zhu Zan still looked aside.

"It seems that there is no other way to explain this except to believe it," he said.