It was surprising, but even more ridiculous, that she could cure Chengyu.

"The old lady..." Yuan was about to say something, but swallowed the words back.

Mrs. Fang knew what she was going to say.

Is the old lady getting confused?

Firstly, Yuanshi’s status prevents her from saying such disrespectful words to the old lady, and secondly, old lady Fang is certainly not senile and confused.

Yuan thought about what happened yesterday.

The reason why the first wife was angry and decided to kick Jun Zhenzhen out before the New Year was because Jun Zhenzhen had a conflict with Fang Chengyu.

Not everyone in the family knew the specific content of the conflict, but she knew it clearly, including every word of the servant that Old Lady Fang and Madam Fang had questioned.

Jun Zhenzhen said Fang Chengyu was poisoned and that she could cure him.

This is ridiculous and can be ignored, but if someone believes it, it will be like the Imperial Sword that can do whatever it wants in the Fang family.

Yuanshi understood, and her expression was surprised again.

"The old lady..." She blurted out again, and then held it back again, so that she looked strange.

Is the old lady really senile?

No wonder Mrs. Fang looked so strange. It was simply speechless.

How can you believe such words?

"She said it was a magical medical skill inherited from her ancestors," Mrs. Fang said, putting her hand on her forehead and trying to cover her face, looking as if she couldn't stand the embarrassment. "Anyway, the old lady believed it."

Yuan didn't know what to say.

"If you worry too much, you will be confused. The young master is the old lady's concern. It's okay to try any possible means." She thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, madam..."

Here he stopped talking.

What she wanted to say would prove that Miss Mingjun was lying about not being able to cure the disease, because the young master would die.

But these words do not sound comforting.

I really don't know what to say about this matter.

"No matter what, a person's heart is worth a fortune." She said softly, "Since the old lady wants this, let her do as she pleases. It's also for the sake of the young master."

Mrs. Fang was in a daze, looking as if she didn't know what to do.

"I will go and explain the marriage to the scholar in Zhaozhou," said Yuan.

At least Miss Jun won't get married before the New Year.

"As for the Ning family..." she continued.

It is not appropriate to talk about this now. Mrs. Fang just needs to stay quiet for a while. When Fang Nianjun was alive, Yuan was a very favored concubine. Now that Fang Nianjun is gone, she is still a very favored concubine because she is very considerate.

"It's not a big deal." Yuan said casually, ending the topic and bowing to leave.

Just as she was about to walk out the door, Mrs. Fang suddenly came to her senses.

"Keep it a secret," she warned.

Such an embarrassing matter naturally had to be kept secret. Yuanshi responded with a knowing look on her face and walked out.

Mrs. Fang looked at the closed door and sat up straight, the bewildered look on her face disappearing instantly.

Regarding confidentiality, some things must be kept, but some things cannot be kept.

What Miss Jun and Fang Chengyu said in the garden was a secret that could not be kept, at least it could not be hidden from Yuanshi. And the original intention of Miss Jun getting married immediately had to give Yuanshi a reasonable explanation.

Therefore, the fact that Miss Jun is going to treat Fang Chengyu cannot be kept secret. It would be foolish to try to keep this secret.

She's not that stupid.

"I think I'm a smart person." Mrs. Fang said to herself. After saying this, she paused and added a suffix, "Okay."

But thinking of Jun Zhenzhen, and thinking of what happened this time, she had done so much effortlessly and everything was under control, but suddenly Jun Zhenzhen's words overturned the whole thing.

This made her feel a little silly.

…

Since they had agreed to keep it confidential, Old Madam Fang and Madam Fang did not look for Miss Jun again. In addition to the marriage being called off, the order for her to go to the garden was still passed down. Fang Jinxiu complained that the servants' gossip made the house seem the same as before.

Miss Jun enjoyed her privileges as usual, feeling at ease. Getting up early to exercise became a normal routine, and she also had the bow and arrow and straw target ready for use.

Seeing the arrow hit the target, Liu'er did not applaud.

"Miss, your hands have become rough." She said worriedly.

Miss Jun smiled, put down her bow and arrow, and wiped the sweat off her face.

"Miss, why do you want to learn this?" Liu'er asked.

Miss Jun looked at the target and the arrow hit the bull's eye.

“Actually, I should have learned this,” she said.

Although she could draw the bow and hit the target, she had never learned archery. It took her too long to learn it. She had originally learned fletching for a year, and when it was finally her turn to learn archery, her master suddenly passed away.

Liu'er didn't understand and didn't ask any further questions. She yawned and put the cloak on the young lady.

"Let's go back," she said.

Miss Jun did not go back, but asked the maid where the study in the garden was.

The maid was ordered not to go out or inquire about the family's private affairs. The study was neither outside nor in the backyard, so she responded by leading the way.

"Miss, what are you doing in the study?" Liu'er asked in confusion.

Although the children of officials were brought up to be well-educated and well-mannered, they still believed that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. It was good enough for the young ladies to be literate, and it would be even better if they could write essays and compose poems. Of course, since most of the time girls had to learn needlework, there were very few who were proficient in literature. It was estimated that there were only a few great poets and calligraphers, as well as women of royal relatives, princesses, and governors.

Miss Jun was one of the most ordinary women among the officials. After she had read the most basic enlightenment books and learned to read and write, she threw away the books.

Instead of studying, it is better to embroider a sachet to show off.

So the study room in the house was actually just a decoration. I only worked hard on it for a few days when Master Ning Shi came back during the Mid-Autumn Festival in order to attract Master Ning Shi's attention with my talent.

"Take a look." Miss Jun said.

Looking at the study or reading? Liu Er thought about it, but did not ask again.

The young lady is the boss, she can do whatever she wants, and Liu'er follows her proudly.

When she arrived at the study, Miss Jun understood what Mrs. Fang meant by having a large study in the house.

This study is really big.

It turned out to be a library.

However, the library was obviously just a decoration in the Fang family. There was only a sickly man in the family, and the women were all busy with business.

There was only one servant in charge of guarding and cleaning the library. When he saw Miss Jun coming, the servant ran away in the blink of an eye, for fear of bumping into Miss Jun and causing trouble.

Miss Jun walked into the library, looking slightly surprised.

The tall two-story attic is connected from top to bottom. There are two staircases, or more precisely, a gentle slope, winding in a spiral in the middle, and this gentle slope is winding around a room full of books.

The Sutra Repository in the temple also has a similar design, but they all use stairs. This gentle slope is unique.

"This is for..." said Miss Jun.

Someone interrupted her before she finished speaking.

"For my paralysis."

Miss Jun looked up and saw Fang Chengyu sitting in a wheelchair being slowly pushed down the gentle slope by a servant.

"Why are you here?" Liu'er said unhappily.

Fang Chengyu smiled.

"I'm wrong. This is the most remote place in my home. I thought I wouldn't see Miss Jun here." he said.

Is this a satire on the fact that these young ladies don't like to study?

There's nothing ironic about not liking to study, Liu'er curled her lips in disdain, but this paralytic has nothing else to do except studying.

"Miss, that's right, he has nowhere else to go except here." She covered her mouth with her hand and said to Miss Jun.