Miss Jun has already remembered that she has actually seen the silver.

When she was very young, she was rummaging around in her father's study and found a piece of silver. Because she had heard palace maids often talk about the silver flower being hinged, she took a pair of scissors and prepared to give it a try.

Her father found out and stopped her.

But her father was not surprised by her playing with scissors like her sister and the palace maids.

"This silver cannot be hinged." He just said gently.

Silver is still silver even if it is hinged, so why can't it be hinged?

"Because this is the silver from the third year of Taiyan." The father said with some seriousness, "Jiuling, you must remember, this is the silver from the third year of Taiyan."

What happened in the third year of Taiyan?

"That's a shame." The father said in a deep voice, looking at the silver ingot in his hand, "This silver was made specifically to redeem your great-grandfather."

At such a young age, she didn't even know who her great-grandfather was or where he was. What did redemption mean?

"Your great-grandfather was captured by the Jin people," said my father.

This was a very surprising thing for her. The palace was so huge and she couldn't even leave the harem. How could someone have captured her great-grandfather?

Her father laughed at her words, but his smile was also filled with sadness.

"Your great-grandfather was not captured here. He went to the front to fight." He paused here. "Even if he was not on the front, the country was destroyed. What could the high walls and deep houses stop? Not only your great-grandfather was captured, but also many palace ladies and your great uncle."

Were there so many people in the palace? The only people she saw in the palace on a daily basis were her family and her grandfather's family. Oh, and a few uncles and princes. She had seen them once last year, and they said they lived in different places and could not come to the capital often.

Later, her father said something else, but it was very boring to her at that young age. She couldn't understand or remember it. When she recalled it later, she only remembered that her father looked sad and angry.

"Jiuling, you must remember that the third year of Taiyan was a disgrace. You must remember that there must not be another such disgrace. We must strengthen our country and our army."

In her memory, her father's voice was long and lingering. The study was covered with the withered yellow of autumn. The silver piece that she had pierced with scissors was placed on the desk, emitting a dull light.

"At that time, the gold, silver, and cloth were handed over to the Jin people, but the Jin people turned against them and broke the agreement, saying that the Zhou people were not trustworthy and refused to return the Emperor Renxiao. The Emperor Renxiao was frightened and fell seriously ill and died in the Jin city." Zhu Zan said slowly, breaking the suffocating silence in the room, "Everyone scolded the Jin people for being shameless and not keeping their promises. The people of the world were furious. It turned out that..."

His voice stopped here and the room fell silent again, but Miss Jun knew what he meant.

It turned out that the Jin people were right to curse. The promised silver was not handed over to the Jin people, but went to Shandong and into the hands of the Fang family, and became a business that generated more silver.

All of this was concealed from the people of the world. Emperor Renxiao could not redeem himself, but was killed by the Jin people. The Chu royal family suffered the grief and humiliation of losing their loved ones, but also enjoyed the sympathy of the people of the world.

What a shame.

Miss Jun's hands almost wanted to tear her face off. She was too embarrassed to face anyone and her body was shaking.

Who did it? The King of Qi? My grandfather? Did my father know?

Why do you do this?

"I can't figure it out. I can't figure it out." She murmured in a sob voice.

Zhu Zan looked at her.

"You really can't figure it out?" He said in a low voice but without the slightest hesitation, "I heard that Emperor Renxiao's favorite was Prince Su."

Miss Jun buried her head deeper.

She was no longer a child. She had grown up and knew who her great-grandfather was. She also knew the names of many royal relatives who existed in the palace but whom she had never seen before.

Prince Su was the eighth son of her great-grandfather and the eighth brother of her grandfather. Although he was crowned as a king, he did not go out and always stayed in the palace. It was said that it was because of his young age, but in fact it also showed that he was favored. But it was also because of this that the Jin army broke into the city and the palace and captured him.

Emperor Renxiao died, the peace talks broke down and the two countries went to war. Naturally, Prince Su and other palace ladies were ignored and died of illness not long after.

Yes, she was no longer a child, and she knew what Zhu Zan meant when he said that the benevolent and filial Emperor liked Prince Su.

If Emperor Renxiao were still alive, it might not be her grandfather who would have succeeded the throne.

My grandfather ascended the throne because the country cannot be without a ruler for a day, but it cannot have two rulers either. So what would my grandfather do if Emperor Renxiao was welcomed back? Would he return the throne to Emperor Renxiao? What would he do after that? Would Emperor Renxiao still choose my grandfather as the next emperor?

so……

It's not that she couldn't figure it out, she just didn't dare to think about it. Zhu Zan's words forced her to think about it. She felt cold and her hands touched the quilt. She simply reached out and wrapped herself up.

It’s so cold.

Zhu Zan had no choice but to sit on the bed with his upper body naked and wearing only his underwear, staring.

"Although it sounds terrible," he said in a deep voice, "but there are no fathers, sons, or brothers in the royal family..."

Miss Jun suddenly threw back the quilt and revealed her head.

"My father is nothing to be pitied, and his murder is nothing to be angry about." She said, "There is nothing wrong with the King of Qi taking the throne. The throne was stolen. They are all bad people. They all stole it, murdered, and are worse than animals."

"You are talking nonsense." Zhu Zan said in a deep voice, "Don't think about things when your mind is not clear."

"My mind is clear." Miss Jun shouted.

"You are awake as hell." Zhu Zan replied bluntly.

This bastard! Miss Jun stared at him.

"If you are sober, you should realize that your royal grandfather, your father, and the Prince of Qi are different people. What they did was just to represent themselves," Zhu Zan said. "You can't think that your father's death was right and he deserved it just because they did something wrong."

"I didn't say my father deserved it." Miss Jun said, lowering her head.

She just didn't know whether her father knew about it.

"Whether your father knew or not is different from whether he was murdered." Zhu Zan said, and after a moment's silence, "You must now understand what you are doing. You are avenging your father. As for the various secrets of the previous throne, they are not something you can control or manage."

Miss Jun wrapped herself in a blanket. She understood the reason, but...

"Zhu Zan." She looked up at the man sitting cross-legged in front of her, "Do you think it's disgusting?"

Zhu Zan smiled.

"There are so many disgusting things in the world," he said. "I can't feel disgusted, and I don't have time to feel disgusted."

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled, but this smile was not much prettier than crying.

"Don't think about it now. You are too excited and confused." Zhu Zan said with a frown.

Miss Jun nodded.

"I don't want to think about it anymore." She said, "I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep first."

She fell on the bed and pulled the quilt over her head.

Zhu Zan was nearly squeezed to the point of falling down, and stared in amazement at Miss Jun who had wrapped herself up in a ball.

"This is my bed," he said.

But Miss Jun seemed to have fallen asleep and ignored him.

Zhu Zan had no choice but to come down by himself. The early autumn night was a little chilly and he realized that he was still shirtless. His face immediately turned red and he hurriedly grabbed clothes from the rack and put them on.

But what's the point of putting it on now? I can't even see it all.

"Lecher." He muttered and glanced at the occupied bed. The bed was not big, but the woman was curled up in the quilt, looking thin and pitiful.

He sighed lightly and sat down on the floor beside the bed. The room fell into silence and the night grew darker.