The moment was perfect.

She had wanted to say this for a long time, but she had no chance to say it, and no one to say it to.

Many people just met her by chance. For example, Master Ning Shi and Jun Zhenzhen didn't have much relationship, not to mention Princess Jiuling.

As for close family members, Fang Chengyu was as smart as a demon and had great trust in her. She could even imagine that Fang Chengyu would jump up after hearing her say this.

"I've met the Nine-Year-Old Princess!" he would say excitedly, and this excitement was not a deliberate exaggeration or a joke, but a serious one.

But her past had nothing to do with him. Princess Jiuling was a stranger to him. The one he knew and was familiar with was Miss Jun in front of him.

As for Princess Jiuling's relatives, such as Jiuli Jiurong, they would be shocked if she told them. They might believe it but would be more troubled. After all, they were familiar with Princess Jiuling, and the Miss Jun in front of them at this moment was a stranger.

But for Zhu Zan, things were a bit coincidental. He seemed to be very familiar with Princess Jiuling, and he was also familiar with Miss Jun.

Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan who was facing inward.

"Zhu Zan," she said, "I am the Princess Nine-Year-Old."

…

The person was carried out of the door, and the door slammed shut behind him.

"I haven't finished applying the medicine to you yet!" Miss Jun turned around and said to the inside.

"I would have survived to this day even without you." Zhu Zan's deep voice came from inside.

Miss Jun couldn't help but smile.

Yes, after she said that, Zhu Zan was neither surprised nor asked any further questions. Instead, he stood up without saying a word and picked up Miss Jun and threw her out the door.

Although I didn't expect this reaction, I now feel that it is the most normal thing.

"I know, but you can get better faster with me around. After all, the situation in the capital is very tense now, and your father needs you more." Miss Jun said.

There was no response from inside.

"Then I'll tell you how to use these medicines, and then I'll leave, okay?" Miss Jun said again.

There were footsteps and the door opened. Zhu Zan, who was wrapped in an outer robe to cover his bare chest, looked at him with a stern face and handed him a tray of medicine.

Miss Jun did not hesitate and pointed out to him one by one which one was for eating and which one was for cleaning.

After saying this, he looked up at Zhu Zan again.

"I'll prepare some more medicine and have it delivered," she said, pausing. "And more."

Zhu Zan glanced at her.

"I really am the Nine-Year-Old Princess." Miss Jun looked at him and said.

With a bang, the door closed in front of me.

"Mr. Jun, you should stop it and don't go too far." Zhu Zan said in a deep voice.

Miss Jun smiled, turned around, and walked slowly along the corridor where lanterns were hung.

The wind blows gently, the leaves sway slightly, the flowers and fruits smell faintly, and lights are on all around. It's not dazzling and not cold. The summer night in the Duke's Mansion is so beautiful.

Summer nights in Beijing are beautiful.

Miss Jun couldn't help but walk slowly in the yard. She hadn't seen the summer night in the capital for many years. When she was young, she only came back during the winter New Year, but later she no longer had the mood to do so.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't be in any mood right now, as her great hatred has not been avenged and her relatives have not been able to recognize each other. But perhaps because she said these words that she had been holding back for a long time, she felt inexplicably relaxed.

Miss Jun walked slowly in the mansion and disappeared into the night.

…

Some people like the quiet night, while others prefer the night to be more colorful and lively than the day. This is especially true for young people.

Although the night in Yangcheng is not as beautiful as that in Beijing, it has its own unique charm. The streets are bustling with people, and the night breeze is filled with the scent of cosmetics and the faint sound of stringed instruments.

This sound came from a magnificent tavern on the street. At this moment, there were quite a few people sitting in the tavern, all of them dressed in gorgeous robes, with smart looks, young maids walking around serving tea and wine, and a dozen singing and dancing prostitutes dancing to the music, making it seem like a fairy's mansion.

Sitting at the top was a young deity, dressed gorgeously. He was neither overwhelmed by the splendor of the scene nor looked vulgar. He was dazzling and pleasing to the eye.

"Mr. Fang, does that mean there's no problem with business in the north?" A middle-aged man said to her, holding up his wine glass.

Fang Chengyu smiled.

"Of course there is a problem." He said seriously again.

The two sides looked at each other with flickering expressions.

"Now that Duke Cheng has left the north, the Jin people have moved south into the hinterland. I'm afraid life will be uneasy and business will be difficult," Fang Chengyu continued.

So that's why. Everyone laughed.

"Some people said that the bank north of Deshengchang was losing money and was going to close. It turns out that it was not because of the loss, but because they were afraid of losing money," someone said.

"With all of you here, how can we lose money?" Fang Chengyu said with a smile.

The people in the room looked much more relaxed.

"Young Master, you don't understand. The North will make more money in the future."

"Yes, when Duke Cheng was around, many businesses were difficult to do."

"Qinghebaek is good at business."

They talked in low voices and looked at Fang Chengyu again.

"So you can't close down the bank in the north."

Fang Chengyu nodded obediently.

"Since you uncles say there is money to be made, of course I want to join in. The Beidi Bank has nothing to do with me," he said.

The atmosphere in the hall became more heated, and everyone raised their glasses. Fang Chengyu also raised his glass, but his glass was filled with clear white water.

"I'm weak, so I can only drink water instead of wine," he said with a smile.

Everyone knew that Fang Chengyu was once a sick and dying man, and no one would be harsh on him.

"We all know and are ready." Someone greeted with a smile.

Immediately, a pretty maid came forward with a teapot and added water to Fang Chengyu's cup.

The singing and dancing in the hall became more lively. After a few rounds, Fang Chengyu got up and went to the clean room.

This clean room was set up inside the private room. Fang Chengyu's servant went and stood outside the door waiting. The other people in the room didn't care and continued to eat, drink and chat.

After several rounds of toasts, someone suddenly looked over with drunken eyes, and when he saw the empty seat, he uttered a sound.

"Where is Mr. Fang?" he asked.

It took too long to go to the toilet. Everyone just realized what was happening and rushed to the bathroom, but they didn't see Fang Chengyu's servant.

Is he gone already?

"Mr. Fang?" someone called out, pushing open the door.

The decoration of the clean room was no less than that of the private room, with bright lights burning. Everyone's eyes immediately saw a person lying on the ground, who seemed to be asleep.

Black hair, a jade crown and pearl hairpins, brocade clothes and gorgeous robes embroidered with flowers like clouds, who else could it be but Fang Chengyu.

"Is he drunk?" someone muttered. He had seen this kind of thing many times in the tavern. "How can one get drunk just by drinking water?"

Others stamped their feet.

"What do you mean you're drunk? Something's wrong!"

As everyone reacted to these words, the entire restaurant fell into chaos.