The night was dark, and the lights were bright in the remote courtyard, but there were not many people serving, and there were faint guards surrounding and isolating the place.

In the room, Miss Jun had already sat down, Zhu Zan was still standing, and Xue'er was kneeling on the ground, trembling, with her head raised.

"You, are you really the Nine-Year-Old Princess?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Miss Jun looked at her and smiled.

"I was the one who took the firewood stick from the teahouse," she said. "I'm really sorry that you got scolded by Madam Zhou."

This was a small incident that happened in a teahouse, and not many people in the Prince's Palace knew about it, except for the people involved.

Cher raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

She didn't know whether to believe it or not, but after hearing her name, Bing'er's story, and Jiang Yanbao, she had no idea what to do.

"Princess, you are too naughty." She said, and then fell to the ground and cried, knocking her head again and again, "It was I who harmed you, it was I who harmed you, I shouldn't have told Bing'er, I shouldn't have told Bing'er, otherwise you would have lived well."

Miss Jun smiled.

“I am living a good life now,” she said, “and I am living a better life.”

Cher just cried bitterly.

"You still don't know what's going on." Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan, "You know that I left the palace to pray for my father, right?"

Zhu Zan said "oh" and turned his head to look to the side.

"I heard about it." He said in a muffled voice.

"In fact, I didn't go there to pray for blessings and live in the royal temple." Miss Jun said, "I went there to learn medicine from Dr. Zhang. The man who taught you how to play chess at home was not Dr. Zhang's follower. He was Dr. Zhang."

Zhu Zan said "oh" and looked at her.

"I see," he said.

The chess game was cracked and Runan understood it when he saw his loss of composure.

Miss Jun briefly talked about her medical studies.

"So my father's disease was cured, and he would not die from the disease. The only people who knew about this were Bing'er and Xue'er." She said, looking at Xue'er who was still crying on the ground, "Later, I met Bing'er in the palace."

She smiled when she said this.

"You all know what happened afterwards. I died of illness, and Bing'er also died of illness."

Xue'er cried even louder, and finally knelt down, grabbed Miss Jun's skirt, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Your Highness, it's all our fault." she cried.

Miss Jun stroked her head from behind.

"We are all right. It's not us who are wrong," she said. "Don't cry."

…

"Then how did you become like this?"

After being comforted for a moment, Xueer asked in a trembling voice, raising her head and looking at the woman in front of her.

This strange woman.

"I don't know either." Miss Jun said, and looked at herself, "I thought I was dead, and when I woke up I became Jun Zhenzhen. This is God's will, and he wants to give me justice."

Xueer kowtowed repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, Your Highness," she cried again, "Your Highness, I am willing to testify, and I will testify."

"Don't be silly. What are you trying to prove now?" Zhu Zan said in a muffled voice.

Miss Jun also smiled.

"You will testify, but not now," she said. "Just wait in peace."

Xueer nodded repeatedly and responded yes.

There was silence in the room for a moment.

Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan, who was secretly looking at her. When their eyes met, he quickly looked away.

Were you scaring him?

Miss Jun smiled.

"If you have anything else to ask, you can ask me." She said, and then thought of something else, "Mrs. Xiao and Qingshan Jun, you probably have guessed it, they are the family of my master, Dr. Zhang."

Zhu Zan uttered "oh" and his eyes wandered around.

"Speaking of my master, there are many more stories." Miss Jun said, and stopped talking. "But these have nothing to do with you, so I won't mention them."

Zhu Zan said "oh" again.

Looking at Zhu Zan, who was no longer as smart and talkative as before, Miss Jun smiled.

"If you don't have any other questions, go and rest first," she said.

Zhu Zan said "oh" and turned away.

It was so clean and neat that Miss Jun was a little overwhelmed. She looked at Xue'er who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Xue'er, you should go too. Just like before, do what you should do and pretend that nothing happened today," she said.

Xueer bravely looked up at her.

"I know what I said tonight was too weird." Miss Jun looked at her, "But I believe Xue'er, you can do it as always. Bing'er is dead, and we can't die. We all have to live well."

Xue'er nodded vigorously, and her originally panicked eyes gradually became firm.

Everyone had left, and Miss Jun was the only one left in the room. She sat on the chair without moving. After a long time, she let out a long breath and raised her hand to turn off the lights in the room.

The night is dark and the lights are dim.

There were footsteps, and the guard on night patrol immediately looked over vigilantly. Before he could see clearly, he heard a cry of pain.

Zhu Zan hissed as he breathed in the cool air, put his hand on his forehead, and felt dizzy and could not help but bend over.

"Prince? Are you okay?" the guards came up and asked with concern.

Why are you hitting the tree?

Is the prince drunk?

Even if he was drunk, the prince was not the kind of person who couldn't see the road clearly and bumped into a tree.

Zhu Zan lowered his head and waved his hands.

"It's okay, I'm looking for something." He said in a muffled voice, "You guys go ahead."

So you are looking for something?

The guards held up lights and shone them under the tree. Is there anything here?

However, if Zhu Zan didn't speak up, they wouldn't ask either.

"Master, do you need a light?" a guard asked.

Zhu Zan waved his hands.

"No, no," he said, still bending over as if searching for something, "you guys go."

The guards bowed without further hesitation and walked away.

Zhu Zan did not stand up until these people left. He reached out and pressed his forehead again, and hissed twice when his hand touched the bruised area.

Not knowing what to say, he swore and stood there in a daze.

Where is this?

He frowned and muttered.

How embarrassing! Why are you so dazed?

The pain on his forehead gradually sobered him up. Thinking about what had just happened, he couldn't help but breathe in and out deeply.

Chu, nine, age.

She is Chu Jiuling.

There was a buzzing sound, and Zhu Zan shivered with fear. Then a night bird let out a strange cry and flew over his head.

"Damn it." Zhu Zan cursed again and wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose.

He felt that he should think about something, but he didn't know what to think. He stood blankly under the big tree, and the night engulfed his figure.

The sound of birds chirping overhead was heard, and dewdrops from the swaying branches dripped onto Zhu Zan's face. He woke up with a start, and in his sight there was only the dim morning light; it was already daybreak.

I actually fell asleep while sitting here.

I thought I had a sleepless night, but I slept so soundly that I didn't even have a dream.

Zhu Zan scratched his head, thinking about what happened last night. Could it have been a dream?

How could I have such a ridiculous dream?

He sat there blankly for a moment and then stood up and walked around. From afar he heard the sound of a training ground. His father had been practicing martial arts all year round.

Zhu Zan quickened his pace and just as he reached the training ground, he saw two people shooting arrows.

One is his father, Duke Cheng, and the other is Fang Chengyu.

"The prince is here." A female voice came.

Zhu Zan turned his head and saw Miss Jun also walking over. When their eyes met, she smiled slightly.

What should I do? What should I do?

Zhu Zan's mind was in a mess, so he turned around and ran away.

"What's wrong with the prince?" Fang Chengyu asked puzzledly.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Maybe he's hungry." She said, looking at Duke Cheng and changed the subject, "Duke, is Chengyu's archery skill okay?"