Actually, it cannot be said that I am not used to it.

Fang Chengyu lived with his mother since he was a child. When he was five years old, he fell ill and Mrs. Fang took care of him personally. He lived with his mother until he was ten years old.

When he was ten years old, he moved to a separate courtyard and had been away from his mother for only four years.

Fang Chengyu turned his head away from the bed.

There were only two lights on in the room, but it was still a bit dazzling.

"Chengyu, are you awake?" Mrs. Fang saw him and walked over in surprise.

Fang Chengyu didn't have the energy to speak. He just looked at his mother and gave a soothing smile.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't move." Mrs. Fang said, "Would you like some water?"

As she spoke, she picked up the warm water glass on the table by the bedside, twisted the cotton swab, and slowly touched Fang Chengyu's pale lips.

It has only been three years since she stopped taking care of her son herself, so she is very skilled at doing these things.

Did they all move here?

Fang Chengyu looked outside and saw only two maids standing in the room.

Probably not. They must be separated now to show punishment and anger towards Jun Zhenzhen.

Mrs. Fang saw his gaze.

"Lingzhi is also here. I locked her up in our yard." She said softly, stroking Fang Chengyu's forehead, "Don't worry."

My son has never liked anything. Now that he has something he likes, as a mother I must protect him well.

A smile appeared on Fang Chengyu's face, and he looked away and closed his eyes.

It really hurts. Compared with this pain, he missed her medicinal bath very much.

The Fang family mansion was not quiet under the night sky, but this did not affect Miss Jun.

Miss Jun was ordered to stay at home, of course whether Miss Jun would comply was another matter. But the maids avoided this place as much as possible.

The courtyard was brightly lit but seemed exceptionally deserted.

"If they dare to bully the young lady, go to the government and sue them."

In the room, Liu'er was making the bed and feeling angry.

Miss Jun had already washed up and was listening to Liu'er's chatter while she was drying her hair.

"The master is loyal to the country and the people, but these merchants bully you, an orphan. They are disloyal and unfilial." Liu'er said.

This is the philosophy that Jun Zhenzhen has always believed in.

Perhaps the little girl also felt that it was unfair and was holding back her anger. Why did she become an orphan? Why did she, a daughter of an official family, fall to the point of relying on her grandmother, a lowly merchant, for a living?

Everyone thinks that wealth and status are set in one's lifetime. Who knows that one's fate is clearly determined at every moment in one's life? [Note 1] Not to mention that Jun Zhenzhen, a daughter of a small county magistrate, couldn't figure it out, she, a royal relative, had never thought that this day would come.

Although I was sad when my father and mother died when I didn't know the truth, I thought it was fate and I could let it go.

Later, the emperor said he wanted to marry her to Lu Yunqi. Her sister was very worried, and she secretly wondered whether he was a good man.

She didn't expect that after getting married, Lu Yunqi would be so kind and respectful to her that she could not find any fault with him.

Even if I think about it now, I can't find any.

Miss Jun lowered her head and looked at her black hair hanging in front of her.

She tricked him into going out that day. Then she broke into the palace alone with a knife. When she was dying and her soul was in disarray, she seemed to hear his voice.

He still caught up.

I wonder if he had enough time to stab himself again to grab some credit or to make up for his fault for failing to guard the place properly.

All of a sudden, all the bitter and sweet past events came flooding back to my mind. I suddenly felt a chill, like a chill after a long sweat.

"Miss, your hair is dry, go to bed early." Liu'er said.

It turned out that she had taken away the brazier for drying hair.

Miss Jun smiled at Liu'er.

"You should go to sleep too. It's good to have a good rest so that we can be energetic," she said.

Liuer nodded.

"That's right. We are not afraid of them," she said righteously.

Miss Jun stroked her head.

"Yes, we are not afraid," she said.

…

The Fang family cleared out a group of maids and servants. These people were because they criticized their master and spread rumors. They were loaded into several cars and sent to the manor to be kept under custody.

Because so many people were involved, it naturally alarmed those who were keeping an eye on the Fang family.

"More than a dozen of them were planted spies. Could it be just a coincidence?"

In the small tea room, two people were sitting opposite each other behind a screen, pouring tea and talking.

"If it's a punishment, just sell it. Why take it away and lock it up? You don't want to kill it secretly, do you?"

The tea pourer laughed when he heard this.

"How can it be sold? Unless we cut off the tongue and sell it, otherwise the scandal of the Fang family will spread everywhere," he said.

Thinking of the Fang family.

"It's really pitiful. The whole family has gone crazy." The person who came before sighed.

There was a moment of silence in the tea room, and then the two of them burst into laughter.

"It's so funny." One person said, "It's a pity that Master Fang won't live long this time, so he won't be able to play for much longer."

The other shook his head.

"Don't worry, don't worry. The young master is gone, but we still have the young ladies." He said, "Three young ladies are enough for them to go crazy and torture themselves. Compared to the paralyzed young master, these cute young ladies are definitely more lively and more fun."

When it comes to delicate ladies, this fun thing takes on a more complicated meaning for both the speaker and the listener.

There was another low laugh in the tea room.

"Are you sure that the paralytic is beyond cure?" Someone coughed lightly.

"It's confirmed. No one can lie in front of Doctor Jiang." Another person replied, "It's only been two or three months."

"Well then." The man stood up, "Just watch the Fang family have fun for the next two or three months."

The other person did not stand up to see him off.

This person walked around the screen, and the moment he came out, he covered his face with a large hood, hiding his features, opened the door, looked left and right, and walked away quickly.

Not long after he left, a waiter came in carrying tea.

"Master, would you like some more tea?" He asked respectfully, looking at the figure behind the screen.

The person behind the screen hummed.

The waiter hurried in with the tea. The sunlight shone through the bamboo curtains, dividing the body of the old man sitting by the window into stripes.

The old man had a solemn expression, with a somewhat rigid and intimidating air. He was none other than the shopkeeper Song.

The waiter was about to pour the tea when the shopkeeper Song suddenly noticed something and raised his hand to stop him.

"What kind of tea is this?" he asked.

"Master, this is the new and best tea..." said the shop assistant.

"It's too expensive. Just change it to the most ordinary one." The shopkeeper Song said, "We have finished the business. We don't need such good tea anymore."

The shop assistant was a little amused.

"Grandpa, you can drink it yourself," he said.

The shopkeeper Song shook his head at Su Mu's expression.

"There's no reason for me to drink it myself. It has to be recorded in the ticket account," he said.

In order to entertain important customers, Deshengchang set up accounts in famous teahouses and taverns in the city, where managers and shopkeepers could negotiate and socialize.

Deshengchang did not investigate whether they were discussing business or just entertaining themselves.

Even if they used it for their own entertainment, it was not a big amount for Deshengchang.

But Mr. Song, the second most important person in Deshengchang, has always been clear about the differences.

The shop assistant had obviously heard about the rules of the shopkeeper Song a long time ago, and he smiled helplessly and replied "yes".

"I'll get you some regular tea," he said.

Only then did Manager Song nod his head.

"When the guests come, please change them for me," he reminded.

The shop assistant smiled and walked out.

"Mr. Song is such a..." He shook his head and muttered to himself outside the door.

…

"What kind of person is Song Yunping?"

At this time in the Fang family, Miss Jun was also asking Old Madam Fang.

When mentioning this person, Mrs. Fang's expression became complicated, sad, angry and painful.

"He is a very strict person," she said. "He is not strict with others, but with himself."

"You know he is the head shopkeeper of Deshengchang, but none of his children and grandchildren are involved in Deshengchang's business," said Mrs. Fang.

Everyone works hard, not only to live a good life for themselves, but also for their children and future generations.

How many people, even though they have no connections, still try their best to get their children and grandchildren into Deshengchang.

Recently, Song Yunping from Shuiloutai not only did not pick the moon, but drove all the children away.

【Note 1】: Lyrics of "Locked Unicorn Bag"