I hope the young master dies outside. I hope the young master is tortured to death by the young mistress.

This way no one would know that I was not pregnant.

Lingzhi clenched her hands and placed them on her lower abdomen.

Then she would find a suitable opportunity to slip in and say that the child was gone, and that she would be the only woman the young master had ever favored.

The old lady and the first lady will definitely treat me well, just like they treated Yuan and Su.

The doctor had already said that the young master would not live for a few more months, and he was driven out of the house, and Mrs. Fang did not follow him.

Even if the young master feels guilty and tells the young mistress the truth before he dies, so what?

How could the old lady and the first wife believe what the young lady said, especially when she said she was not pregnant?

She looked up and around.

The Fang family is wealthy, and the maids are well-dressed and live in nice houses, but no matter how nice they are, they can't compare to the residence of the mistress of the house.

She turned around again and saw Yuanshi, who was smiling and saying something outside.

The concubines' clothing, food, housing and transportation were much better than those of the maids.

She will live such a life in the future, she will live such a good life.

This is a blessing from heaven.

…

Miss Jun looked at the scroll unfolded in front of her, on which was a picture of Yangcheng's prosperity.

The Fang family is truly extraordinary, possessing such a detailed chart.

Miss Jun sighed in her heart. She had only seen such finely crafted maps in the imperial palace and in the hands of her master.

Yes, the master is a doctor, but he also has a map of public affairs.

To be exact, he can make public pictures.

Not only could he draw maps, he was also well-read and knowledgeable about astronomy and geography. Although he had not shown these to her on purpose, nor had he taught her, she could tell from what she saw and felt in their daily interactions.

She was not interested either. She followed her master just to learn medicine, or even not to learn medicine, but just to learn how to cure her father's illness.

She didn't know where the master was from. She asked once, but the master avoided the question, so she didn't ask a second time.

Although they were nominally master and disciple, they were not very close to each other.

Except for collecting the master's body at the end, she was not really a responsible disciple.

Because at that time she only wanted to cure her father's illness.

But now, although she is no longer focused on curing her father's illness, she wants to focus on doing bigger things.

Miss Jun stood up straight in front of the desk.

Just because she has a desire doesn't mean she can't do something else.

God has given her a new life, so she must cherish it.

A lot of Master's knowledge was in his head. With his death, it was no longer known to people, but a book was left behind.

At that time, he would occasionally write and draw, but she would not let her see it. Miss Jun was not the kind of person who would spy on others. Perhaps it was because of her pride as a royal princess.

Even after the master was buried, the box was simply packed up with the other small items left by the master and taken back to the capital, and it was never opened.

Death of father and mother. After a huge change in her identity, those things followed her away from the palace to Prince Huai's Mansion, where they were buried under the rockery by the lotus pond, as if she had buried the first half of her life.

She wants to take it out.

That was not her first half of life. That was Master's life, and she couldn't let it be buried.

Go to the capital.

This thought, which had been weighing on her mind until she almost forgot it, suddenly popped up in her mind, making her feel flustered and unsteady on her feet.

"Liu'er." She couldn't help but shout loudly.

A moment later, there was the sound of hurried footsteps. Liu Er rushed in.

"Miss?" she called anxiously.

Miss Jun was not really unsteady on her feet; she was just holding onto the table with her hands.

"What month and day is it now?" she asked.

Miss, did you come to ask her this? Miss, have you forgotten what month and day it is?

Look how angry the young lady is because of these things happening in the Fang family.

"Miss. It's April 18th." Liu'er said softly, suppressing her anger.

It's April.

Those people said that my sister and Lu Yunqi’s wedding was scheduled for June.

There are still two months left.

Can she enter the capital in two months?

Miss Jun remained silent.

"Miss, have some tea." Liu'er said cautiously and handed over the tea.

Miss Jun took it and took a sip, then looked at the scroll again.

"Miss, what are these?" Liu'er carefully guided her to speak.

"This is where the Fang family's manor is located." Miss Jun followed her and pointed at the marks on the map. "There is one place here, and there is one place here... Which one do you think is good?"

Liu'er chattered and commented on everything one by one. Miss Jun calmed down, but she was no longer interested in watching it.

"Let's decide tomorrow," she said.

"That's right, there's no need to leave in such a hurry." Liu'er said.

Miss Jun rolled up the scroll. This thing cannot be seen by anyone. If someone takes it and reports it to the authorities, the person will be punished.

But it has been so many years, and Mrs. Fang just gave it to her casually, so there must be no crime to be charged.

For merchants of the status of the Fang family, it is not a crime even if they are guilty, unless the government takes action against them first.

Miss Jun walked to the bookshelf while thinking casually and pushed the scroll onto the shelf. Because she was distracted, she accidentally touched a small box, which fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and several letters inside fell to the ground.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Liu'er hurriedly squatted down to pick it up.

Miss Jun looked down and recognized that this was Jun Zhenzhen's personal belongings.

Jun Zhenzhen didn't have many personal belongings with her. The few letters in the box were from her father Jun Yingwen, and they looked like house deeds.

Jun Zhenzhen doesn't care about these mundane matters, and Miss Jun cares even less about them.

After marrying Fang Chengyu, I moved the book from that bookshelf to this bookshelf and never opened it.

Miss Jun glanced at them again. The yellowed letter papers showed how old they were. She withdrew her gaze and turned back sharply.

"Wait a minute," she said.

Liu'er had already put the letter into the box and was about to cover it, but she raised her head when she heard this.

"Let me see it." Miss Jun said.

Although Liu'er was a little confused, she quickly took it out and handed it to her.

Miss Jun scanned the three pieces of letter paper and finally held only one of them.

"Is this also from the Jun family?" she asked, her eyes shining slightly.

Liu'er glanced and nodded.

"Yes, miss, have you forgotten? This is our home." She said with a smile.

Miss Jun said "oh" and ran her fingers over the words on the letter again and handed it to Liu'er.

"Keep it," she said.

Liu'er took it and put it away again, while Miss Jun took back the volume that she had just put on the bookshelf.

"I'll go to the old lady for a while," she said.

Didn’t the old lady just pass away?

"Miss, what are you going to do?" Liu'er couldn't help but ask.

Miss Jun turned around and waved the scroll in her hand at her.

"I've chosen which farm to go to," she said.

…

I don't know whether Miss Jun was impatient to raise Fang Chengyu so that she could also have a child, or whether Mrs. Fang and her mother-in-law were afraid that Miss Jun would go back on her word, but on the third day after everyone learned of the decision, Miss Jun set off.

We started preparing last night and by morning the carriage and horses were ready.

Fang Yunxiu watched as Old Madam Fang and First Madam Fang personally escorted Miss Jun and Fang Chengyu out, and couldn't help but look back anxiously.

Fang Yuxiu came over in a hurry.

"Where is Jinxiu?" Fang Yunxiu breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and asked, looking behind Fang Yuxiu.

Fang Yuxiu waved her hands.

"No matter what," she said.

Fang Yun frowned.

"What is she doing? She said she was going to see her grandmother that day but she didn't go. She went to the garden and sat for half a day. Today my younger brother is going out, and she is most worried about why she didn't come to see him off?" she said.

Fang Yuxiu smiled.

"Don't worry, Third Sister is the most thoughtful." She said, "Let's go quickly. Miss Jun doesn't care whether she comes to see us off or not."

After saying that, he took Fang Yunxiu's hand and hurried over.

The person who was supposed to see you off didn't come, while someone on the other side felt that he shouldn't have come but was called nonetheless.

"Why do you want me to escort the carriage?" Lei Zhonglian asked in a muffled voice while squatting beside the carriage.

The senior manager stood aside and smiled at Old Lady Fang and others who were walking over.

"Aren't you here to watch over the cars?" he said casually, his eyes fixed only on Mrs. Fang and the others.

Lei Zhonglian poked the senior manager with the whip in his hand.

"Can watching a car be the same as escorting it?" he said.

The senior manager looked down at him.

"Same." He said calmly, "Weren't you a car guard before?"

Lei Zhonglian's expression changed slightly, a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head.

There is an important position in the industry, which is the vehicle escort.

He almost forgot that he was once an important person, not a car keeper who sat in the sun in the backyard of Deshengchang Bank every day and was even worse than a watchdog.