Despite being accused, Mrs. Fang did not get angry, but nodded her head and said yes, just like a younger generation being respectful to an elder.

It can be seen that this is an instinct formed due to long-term habit.

This instinct is to treat the person in front of you as a real elder.

"The close ones are strict because they know the good of strictness. Without rules, there is no order. No one wants their children to be without rules, otherwise they will suffer in the future." The shopkeeper Song continued with a serious expression, "The distant ones are lax because it has nothing to do with them, so they will naturally not worry about it. Now Miss Jun is not an outsider, but one of us. How can you ignore her just because of your likes and dislikes, let alone deliberately indulge her?"

"Uncle is right." Mrs. Fang said sincerely, with a look of solemn gratitude.

She did deliberately tolerate Jun Zhenzhen, and that was because she didn't consider Jun Zhenzhen as her own.

Others can see this, but they won't say it out loud. Only she herself would blame her so sincerely.

"Miss Jun has a bad temper because no one has taught her well. She was born into an official family, and her aunt is a loyal and righteous person praised by the royal family. Just based on her status, those officials must give her some leeway." Shopkeeper Song said, "You and the old lady should teach her slowly. We don't expect her to be able to support the family. As long as she is sensible, she still has a long way to go."

The days are still long.

For the women of the Fang family, no one understands better than them the feeling that the days are still long.

Lonely late at night, alone in an empty room, with the business that is always on my mind and I dare not slack off, no one to rely on and no way out, every night when I wake up from a nightmare, I sigh that the days and nights are so long.

Mrs. Fang felt sad, thinking of Fang Chengyu. Chengyu has really gotten much better in the past few days. What Jun Zhenzhen said about being able to be cured seems to be coming true.

"How is Chengyu now?" The voice of the shopkeeper Song rang in my ears.

"Much better." Mrs. Fang answered without hesitation, unable to hide her anticipation and joy.

Shopkeeper Song said "Oh" and nodded with satisfaction.

Mrs. Fang's eyes flashed with embarrassment.

"It seems that the good news is effective," she added.

"It's much better." Yuan couldn't help but interrupt, "Madam, just now the maids came and said that the young master couldn't find a maid to relieve himself, and he almost got himself dirty."

"Where is the girl?" Mrs. Fang asked in surprise.

Although he promised Jun Zhenzhen that she would be in charge of everything, he still couldn't help but feel distressed when he heard that his son was treated so harshly.

"Two maids have just been sold. The other maids are afraid and dare not act on their own." Yuan said in a low voice.

Mrs. Fang clenched her hands on her knees.

Shopkeeper Song coughed lightly.

"You can't expect others to be as considerate as your biological parents and sisters right away," he said. "Don't be too anxious to exchange hearts for hearts."

Mrs. Fang gave him a forced smile and answered yes.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, uncle," she said, signaling Yuanshi to stop talking.

Yuan lowered her head and stepped back.

Manager Song did not ask any more questions. He said a few more words and left with his people.

Mrs. Fang came into the inner room.

"Have you taken the medicine?" she asked.

This was agreed upon in advance. The prescriptions written by Jun Zhenzhen could be shown to others without causing suspicion, so Mrs. Fang could use them to confuse others half-truthfully.

The medicine that was really needed was purchased by Jun Zhenzhen herself under other names.

Yuan nodded.

"I've seen it." She said. She looked hesitant and hesitant. "But these are all strong aphrodisiacs. Chengyu is weak. Is it okay to use them?"

After saying this, he looked at Mrs. Fang's expression.

Mrs. Fang's expression was calm.

"It's okay, they're just tonics," she said. She waved her hands, "As long as they're not poison."

But if you take the tonic incorrectly, it can turn into poison.

Yuan Shi hesitated to speak. She thought of the rumor in the family that the old lady and the first wife wanted to use medicine to force Cheng Yu to have a child. Although the old lady and the first wife of Fang flatly denied it, it now seemed to be true.

It seems that Jun Zhenzhen occupied the Fang family under the guise of treating Fang Chengyu, and Old Lady Fang and First Lady Fang pretended to believe her and actually wanted to take this opportunity to let Fang Chengyu leave a descendant. Everyone deceived each other, concealed the truth from each other, and had their own thoughts.

Yuanshi had always been very clear about what to ask and what not to ask. Upon hearing this, she lowered her head and replied yes.

"Then I'll go get the medicine and send it to her," she said.

Mrs. Fang hummed and nodded absentmindedly.

…

As night fell, a light was lit in a remote room in the corner of the Fang family's house, but it was immediately blocked by someone, covering most of the light.

The room was still dim, and two figures were swaying on the wall.

A piece of paper was pushed under the lamp on the table.

The dancing light illuminated the words written in beautiful small characters on the paper.

This was the prescription that Miss Jun asked Liu'er to give to Madam Fang.

A skinny hand held the prescription and picked it up, looking carefully at it under the light. The light was blocked by his shadow, and the person opposite was also shrouded in shadow.

"Okay, you can go down now." said a slightly hoarse voice.

The person in the shadow bowed and walked out without saying a word.

The door was closed, and everything inside and outside fell into darkness.

It was a sunny March day, the sky was bright, and flocks of birds occasionally flew over the yard, chirping cheerfully.

There was a commotion outside the second gate, with carriages and horses being prepared, and tea and stoves being brought.

"What is this for?" someone asked in confusion.

"The young mistress is going out." replied the busy maid.

The Fang family has no relatives to visit, and the young mistress doesn't need to get involved in the family business for the time being. What is a married woman going to do when she goes out?

"They say the spring weather is beautiful and we're going to go out of the city to enjoy the spring." The maid whispered.

She is so leisurely and comfortable. It seems that she has forgotten that her husband hasn't had spring in ten years.

The maids all curled their lips, but what could they do? Who dared to stop them?

"There's nothing to do in the mountains. The grass and trees are just turning green. It's better to go to the riverside where the weeping willows are beautiful." Old Mrs. Fang suggested with a smile.

Miss Jun nodded.

"Yes, let's go for a walk by the river," she said.

Old Mrs. Fang thought of something again and looked at the maid beside her.

"Go, call Yuxiu..." she said.

As soon as the words came out, there was a shout from next door.

“Wait!”

Fang Jinxiu peeked out from behind the partition.

"Grandma, let me go with my cousin," she said loudly.

Old Mrs. Fang glared at her.

"What's your business?" she said. "You're under house arrest."

"Grandma, I can ride a horse, but my second sister can't." Fang Jinxiu said, and then looked at Miss Jun, with a hint of provocation, "It's more fun to go on an outing if you ride a horse. Can Miss Jun ride a horse?"

"Why is a girl riding a horse? Who told you to come out? Let me in." Old Mrs. Fang scolded.

Miss Jun smiled.

"My cousin is right," she said. "Grandma, I haven't ridden a horse for a long time. Now that spring is here, I'll go riding and let my cousin accompany me."

Since she had spoken, Old Lady Fang no longer objected and called Fang Jinxiu out to give her instructions.

"Behave yourself when you go out and listen to your cousin," she warned.

"Yes, I didn't know how powerful my cousin was before, but March 3rd has made me realize it. Of course I have to listen to her." Fang Jinxiu said obediently, looking at Miss Jun with admiration in her eyes.

Miss Jun smiled and left.

Because they had to change to riding a horse, the maids were busy preparing again and found a maid who could ride a horse. Fortunately, the women in the Fang family were in charge, and when Fang Jinxiu learned to ride a horse, the maids also followed her to learn.

A moment later, a group of people walked out of the Fang family's courtyard and went out of the city along the street.

After leaving the city gate, Fang Jinxiu frowned towards Miss Jun.

"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth." She reined in her horse and turned around, saying, "Jun Zhenzhen, you are a troublemaker. I don't want my elder sister and second sister to go out with you. Who knows what kind of trouble we might get into."

Miss Jun smiled.

"Aren't you afraid?" she asked.

Fang Jinxiu raised the whip in her hand and glanced at Miss Jun beside her.

Fang Jinxiu changed into women's riding clothes and wrapped herself in a red cape, so that she could ride a white horse conveniently. But Jun Zhenzhen was still dressed in her daily outfit, except that her hair was tied up in a simpler and neater style, and she wore a veil hat and sat sideways on the horse.

What Miss Jun meant by riding a horse was that there was a servant leading the horse in front.

"Of course I'm not afraid, because I have no intention of accompanying you." Fang Jinxiu snorted, then urged her horse to gallop away.

The maids, servants and guards were stunned and at a loss.

Miss Jun just smiled.

"Let's go," she said.

The servant hurriedly led the horse forward.

The maids on both sides rode their horses to protect each other, fearing that Miss Jun would fall.

Miss Jun's hands were hidden by her goose-yellow cloak, and no one noticed that she was not holding the reins, but rather casually draped them in front of her, swaying as the horse moved.

She had ridden her horse at full speed back to Beijing every year for her father's illness, sleeping in the open and crossing mountains and ridges.

Now that her father is gone, her heart is still eager to return to Beijing, but she cannot hurry the horse or the road.

She has to take it one step at a time, neither too fast nor too slow.