As night fell, the lights in Lu's house were brightly lit.

Jiuli put down the needle and thread in her hand and looked at the maids who were lighting more lamps.

"Has Lord Lu come back today too?" she asked.

The maids were a little surprised. Princess Jiuli seldom asked Lu Yunqi questions on her own initiative. But it didn't matter. They could still answer this question.

"I'm back." A maid replied respectfully, "I came back right after the court session."

"Princess, what can I do for you?" another maid asked.

Princess Jiuli seldom takes the initiative to look for Lord Lu.

Although they didn't dare to disturb Lord Lu at home, it would be fine if it was Princess Jiuli who conveyed the message.

Princess Jiuli tilted her head slightly and looked at the light for a moment.

"No, it's nothing." She shook her head and paused, "I just thought about it because I haven't seen him for a few days."

Although the two of them didn't interact much, Lu Yunqi would always come to visit her when he returned home.

He suddenly stopped coming. Did something happen?

Princess Jiuli stood up and walked out, standing under the eaves.

He didn't like this house, nor did he consider it his home. He even thought of this place as her home and he was just a guest.

So what makes him treat this place as his home and return here on time every day?

Something must have happened outside. Mr. Gu’s communications with her have been suspended for several days. There must be news outside that Lu Yunqi doesn’t want her to know.

In fact, there is no news that she cares about; the outside world has nothing to do with her.

If there is one, that girl...

Princess Jiuli frowned and looked towards the deep courtyard.

Is something wrong with that girl?

In fact, that girl had nothing to do with her. She just inexplicably hoped that the girl could live freely and unruly.

Although that was someone else's life, she was still inexplicably happy to see someone living like that.

The night-shining pearl was covered, and the soft light in the room gradually disappeared, plunging into darkness.

"I'll come back early tomorrow and bring you some duck heads from East Street." Lu Yunqi said, sitting down on the bed and massaging Miss Jun's arms carefully to relieve the pain from being tied up.

Miss Jun said nothing and seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Have you been there to eat?" Lu Yunqi asked after a pause.

His answer was still silence.

Lu Yunqi gently turned her over to lie on her side and massaged her legs and feet.

"Is Xue'er in your hands?" he suddenly asked.

He knows too.

He must know.

Bing'er's death was definitely not caused by illness.

At this time, she should subconsciously respond by saying "I don't know what you are saying", but the more correct approach is to say nothing.

But to Lu Yunqi, any reaction was irrelevant.

"Nine Years Old, those are useless," he continued, "They will only hurt yourself."

"If you don't even dare to hurt yourself, how can you have the qualifications to hurt others?" Miss Jun said calmly.

She finally spoke, but Lu Yunqi remained silent. He lay down, snuggled up to her as usual, and soon fell asleep.

Miss Jun stared in the darkness. She didn't know how much time had passed before her hands, which were tied together in front of her, moved slightly.

The wrists were tied tightly, and the hands were clasped tightly together and rubbed lightly. This action posed no threat and could be completely ignored.

Lu Yunqi was sleeping soundly with his hand on her.

Miss Jun rubbed her hands slowly, feeling the roughness of the coil on her palms.

Although Jun Zhenzhen's parents are both deceased, she has been pampered and has a pair of white, tender and soft hands. However, since she turned nine years old, she has worked hard in making wood piles and making medicinal herbs, and her hands are now covered with a layer of scars.

This thin ribbon is a testimony to her hard work, but also a layer of protection.

"Our bodies are fragile and powerful at the same time. Our tiny layers of skin can also hide deadly weapons."

The master once vaguely said that at that time he was squatting on a rock, tearing off a piece of chicken skin and chewing the tender meat inside.

"But you, a royal bride, don't need to listen to these scary stories."

He said this and looked at her again.

"But who can say for sure?"

Who can say for sure? He is right.

She slowly stroked the palm of her hand, feeling the trace of a thin needle gradually emerging from under the coil.

The days rise late in winter, but customers come to see the doctor and get medicine regardless of the time of day. As soon as the door of Jiuling Hall was removed in the misty morning, someone poked his head in.

This is a well-dressed servant.

"Is Miss Jun here?" he asked respectfully, his eyes already looking around the hall.

"Miss Jun is not here." The shop assistant said, "Do you want to get some medicine?"

The servant looked a little disappointed and a little curious.

"Miss Jun is not here again? Didn't Miss Jun come back?" he asked.

"Something happened at Yangcheng's house." Chen Qi came out and answered casually, "You don't have to look for her. She's not seeing patients. It doesn't matter whether she's here or not."

That's true, the servant chuckled and handed over the prescription, and the shop assistant took it and prepared the medicine.

"I heard that Miss Jun's family in Yangcheng is dividing the family property?" The servant looked at Chen Qi and said.

Chen Qi coughed lightly.

"It's someone else's business, so let's not talk about it," he said.

Even if no one told others about it, the news would have spread outside. After all, Deshengchang was a very big money house in the capital, and everyone knew about any movement involving money.

The servant already knew the answer, especially when he saw the joy that could not be hidden in Chen Qi's eyes.

Miss Jinxiu, the accountant of Jiulingtang, also got a share this time. It is better to have a mountain of gold of your own than to be an accountant for others.

"Seventh Master will become rich in the future. You won't have to worry about food and drink after you marry her, and you can be your own manager." The servant complimented with a smile.

Chen Qi laughed, and after a moment he suddenly reacted.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who is going to marry her? Who is she going to marry?" He glared at her and waved his hand in annoyance, "Get lost."

The servant smiled and took the medicine and ran away.

Chen Qi stood at the door with a bit of embarrassment and watched as pairs of soldiers rushed past on the street, disturbing the tranquility of the early morning.

"What happened again? Why are there so many soldiers and horses these days?"

"Many officials' homes were also surrounded and searched."

People on the street asked in low voices.

"Don't you know yet?" Someone said with a frown, "Duke Cheng is plotting a rebellion."

There was a sudden cry of surprise in the street, followed by a commotion.

"…it turns out…"

"How is this possible..."

"How is that impossible? It is said that it was found that Duke Cheng's military achievements were all fake..."

"That's possible. For example, the credit for the previous paragraph originally belonged to Miss Jiulingtangjun..."

"Yeah, I can't say who it was before."

"…I never expected that…Did he catch that person?"

"…the whole family ran away…a wanted warrant has been issued…"

“…I never expected that…”

Chen Qi just felt upset and turned around and went inside.

"I didn't expect it. What can you expect?" he muttered unhappily.

But he sighed again and looked back to see another group of people speeding past on the street. He was arrested so fiercely and charged with treason. He didn't know if he could escape.

Where can one escape to in this vast land? Escape for a lifetime? Is this the fate of a hero?

Chen Qi stood in the Jiuling Hall and felt the biting cold wind behind him.

At this time in Deshengchang, Yangcheng, it was as warm as spring. Fang Chengyu, who was wearing a casual thin robe, lazily leaning on a recliner with his legs crossed and eating a crystal pear, sat up with a happy face.

"Really? That's great." He smiled, "Finally, I have something to do."

Manager Gao was somewhat speechless. Although he could hear the hustle and bustle outside through the doors and windows, the division of property had triggered countless things that made Deshengchang extremely busy at this stage, and yet the young master still said he had nothing to do.

Also, what good is it that Duke Cheng is plotting rebellion?

Duke Cheng's rebellion might involve Miss Jun, and if it involves Miss Jun, it would also involve the Fang family of Deshengchang.

I'm afraid things will get even worse.

I really don't understand what young people are thinking.

"Finally, I have a place to spend money." Fang Chengyu rubbed his hands, his smiling eyes sparkling, as if he was excited but also seemed to be chilling, "This kind of money should be spent like this."