Of course Miss Jun knows who he is.

When Madam Xiao asked Zhao Hanqing to pass on the message, Miss Jun knew that this was to get her away.

The reason why Zhao Hanqing was sent away was definitely to ask about the master.

Mrs. Xiao finally agreed to ask about her master. Miss Jun was very excited, but also a little sad.

No one asked about me for ten years, but today when someone asked me, it was the news of my death. No one could accept it.

So she thought of keeping it secret for a while, then slowly revealing some details so that Madam Xiao would be mentally prepared.

I didn't expect that Mrs. Xiao would actually ask directly when the master died.

It's not about asking whether he is dead or not, but asking directly and definitely when he died.

Miss Jun, on the contrary, found it a little overwhelmed.

"He, he went to look for medicine, not..." she stammered.

Madam Xiao looked at her, smiled, and took the tea from her hand.

"Jiuling, how long have you been learning from him?" she asked.

"Six years." Miss Jun answered without hesitation.

Mrs. Xiao was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Then we're about the same," she said. "I originally wanted to say that I've been with him for nearly ten years and I know exactly what kind of person he is, but I didn't expect that you've been together for about the same amount of time."

Miss Jun smiled.

"That's different. Master didn't tell me anything," she said.

Madam Xiao looked at her and smiled.

"Does he still bully you all the time? Is he not nice to you?" she asked.

If you look at it from a child's perspective, it's not that good.

"It may not look good, but the heart is good. And only when you treat me badly, harshly and difficultly, can I really learn something." Miss Jun said.

"He is just like that. He is not a good person. Sometimes he makes people hate him." Mrs. Xiao said, "But he will never entrust others with things he can do himself."

Speaking of this, look at Miss Jun.

"He never told you about us, and you didn't even know we existed until you saw us."

Miss Jun lowered her head and bit her lower lip.

That’s because Master didn’t have the chance to say it. If he had had time, he would have definitely said it…

"If there is a chance, he will come by himself and will never entrust it to you." Madam Xiao continued, "Since you are here, it means he can't come."

Miss Jun's tears flowed like rain.

"Also, you cried like that when you saw us, it wasn't because you were sad to see us, but because you thought that he would never see us again, that's why you were so sad." Madam Xiao said, reaching out to pull her to sit down, and wiping her tears with a handkerchief, "You are such a crying child."

Miss Jun covered her face with a handkerchief and cried.

Mrs. Xiao said nothing more and just sat there quietly.

Hearing the crying sound coming from inside, Zhu Zan, who was walking over with his selected maids and servants, stopped in a hurry, with a look of alertness on his face.

"Crying again?" he said to himself, "If I go there, I'll be blamed again."

Having said this, he turned around, waved to the maidservant behind him, and hurried away like a chicken.

…

"He left very suddenly. I looked for him all night before I found him."

When Miss Jun said this, the tears that had stopped flowing began to fall again.

"He still had the herbs in his hand."

Madam Xiao was silent for a moment, then reached out and touched Miss Jun's shoulder.

"Did that scare you?" she said.

Up to this point she had not shed a single tear, not even her eyes were red. When she heard about the scene of her master's death, the first thing she said was to show concern for whether she was frightened.

Miss Jun looked at her, feeling inexplicably sad and excited.

Yes, she was really scared at that time. She sat in front of her master’s body for a whole day, her mind was blank, as if she was dreaming.

Yes, it was indeed like a dream, and she experienced nightmares one after another in the following days.

Until now, she seems to still have a soul sitting in front of her master's body.

She reached out and hugged Madam Xiao, nodding at her shoulder.

Yes, she was afraid. She had always been afraid. She was afraid when she lost her master, she was afraid when she lost her father and mother, she was afraid when her two siblings were locked up in Prince Huai's mansion, she was afraid to get married, she was afraid when she drew her sword and stabbed the emperor, she was afraid when the knife slashed her body, she was afraid when she was reborn into a stranger, and she was afraid every step she took.

Tears quickly wet Mrs. Xiao's shoulders.

Madam Xiao patted her back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will all pass." She said, "I was also afraid when my country was destroyed and my family was ruined, but then I met your master and I was no longer afraid. I was very afraid when your master left, but now I meet you again. You see, no one knows what tomorrow will be like, but fear will always pass, and life will get better and better."

Miss Jun nodded heavily on her shoulder.

"Master's wife, I should have been comforting you. You are the one who is the saddest." She said, wiping her tears and standing up. "Master has been doing this for you all these years. Don't blame him."

Mrs. Xiao smiled.

"What's the point of being surprised? He's gone," she said. "I was happy with him, and sad without him. Whether happy or sad, life has to go on. We are old now, so we should live the rest of our lives well."

Miss Jun didn't know what to say, so she stood up and took out the note left by her master.

"This is for you," she said.

Mrs. Xiao still shook her head.

"I don't want to accept this. It has nothing to do with me. My husband is the one I lived with. I don't want to know this timid man who only dares to talk to himself on paper." She said, stretching out her hand to push it back. "Jiuling, you keep it. It's yours."

Miss Jun did not refuse or persuade anymore.

"Uncle Yang and Uncle Xia have all been settled. Next I want to look for the old people and look through the paperwork. As long as it was done, there must be traces. I want to announce to the world what my master and Qingshan Army did..." She sniffed and said.

Mrs. Xiao shook her head.

"It's not necessary," she said. "It's good enough now. Everyone knows they are heroes and they have made contributions. Isn't that good enough? Even if we find out what happened back then, it's just for this reason."

She straightened Miss Jun's temples which were messed up because she cried in her arms just now.

"There is still a lot to do. Look forward and don't be bound by the past."

Miss Jun looked at her and nodded seriously.

"I'll listen to my wife," she said.

Madam Xiao smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll leave us to you," she said.

Hey? Leave everyone to me, what about her?

Miss Jun looked at her in confusion.

"Where is your master buried? I want to go and see." Madam Xiao said, and then laughed, "He doesn't dare to see me, but I want to see him. Even if he becomes a ghost, he will be ashamed."

Miss Jun also laughed, tears welling up in her eyes, and nodded heavily.

"Okay, I'll take you there," she said.