Jun Jiuling

led and nodded.
Eldest Madam Ning tugged on his arm and asked him about the details of his travel and the food, fashions, and homes in the capital.

Ning Yunzhao answered all of his mother’s questions, but his heart was elsewhere.
He was thinking, what kind of person was that Miss Jun?

If Yanyan had not said that she had tripped Miss Hu, he would not have cared about this Miss Jun.
It was because of that he had stopped his family from going to the Fang Family.
He did not want bigger trouble to be borne from an entanglement with the Fang Family.

Presently, Uncle’s career was at the most pressing time.
All of them must exercise great caution.
Although the Fang Family was a merchant family, a group of women and children wouldn’t have lasted until now by being cowardly and timid.

But after he found out that Miss Hu was tripped by Miss Jun, he felt that the one he was looking at probably wasn’t the Fang Family, but this Miss Jun.

Did she trip Miss Hu deliberately or not?

Did she think the same thing as him?

What kind of person was she?

However, if she really did it on purpose, she was really a girl who could make others unhappy.

However, it was just a quarrel between girls.
It would not go too far.

Scathing? Acrimonious? Malicious?

He shook his head, driving out these thoughts.
No matter what kind of person she was, it was not related to him.

This year, he was eighteen years old.
Next year, he would sit for the imperial civil servant examination.

Ning Yunzhao lowered his head and concentrated on what Eldest Madam Ning was saying, slowly walking along the path.

………………

Miss Jun was standing in front of the wooden stake, loosening her sleeve while watching Old Lady Fang hurrying over.

Sponsored Content

“Did the Ning Family send someone to call on us or not?” she asked.

Old Lady Fang heard her words and felt some regret.

Could it be that she was still waiting for the Ning Family to pay them a visit?

She could not stop herself from asking, but she looked to be patient as ever.

“It is already the seventh day.
Soon it will be the new years.
I think that this matter has passed,” she said.

Miss Jun made an ‘oh’ sound, then struck the wooden stake.

There was a moment of silence between the two people.

“No matter.
From now on, you cannot act like this.
It was just a coincidence this time…” said Old Lady Fang, her faced pulled in displeasure.

She hadn’t finished speaking when Miss Jun turned around.

“It isn’t,” she interrupted.
“It isn’t a coincidence, but the fairness of Heaven.”

What did this have to do with Heaven?

Old Lady Fang frowned.

“Otherwise there wouldn’t be such an opportunity, coincidentally when those people were doing such a thing,” Miss Jun said seriously while looking at her.
“So I say that this was all arranged by the Old Heavenly Father.”

At that time, when the people of the Jinyiwei made the storyteller announce news of the capital, was that not a coincidence?

This child sometimes had very a frightening intellect, and sometimes was as stubborn as a child who did not understand the ways of the world.

Old Lady Fang was still frowning.

Miss Jun did not say anything more.
She merely departed politely.

Old Lady Fang shook her head.
She felt like letting out a breath as this matter had been dealt with, but she didn't really feel like it was over.
There was still hatred between the Fang and the Ning Families.

However, it was nothing.
The hatred was there from earlier, it just hadn’t been resolved yet.

No, it wasn’t that it hadn't been resolved.
It could have been if it weren’t for this girl…

Old Lady Fang’s disorderly thoughts were tinged with an indescribable feeling.
When she looked at the wooden stake, her eyebrows immediately shot up.

“Someone come here.
This wooden stake has loosened,” she said with displeasure.

Sponsored Content

An old maid servant who had been stationed far away ran over.

“We can fix it, we can fix it,” she replied carefully.

Old Lady Fang stared at the wooden stake for several moments.

“Put up a new wooden stake.” She then muttered, “How much strength would be needed to hit my wooden stake loose.”

She watched the girl who was already walking far away.
Though it was winter and she was wearing thick clothing, that girl did not seem to be thicker at all.
As she walked along, she was still as elegant and supple as ever.

Miss Jun walked with a very straight back and very steadily.
That's right, it was the Old Heavenly Father's justice.
Otherwise, why would she still be alive.

That was to make her bring justice.

It was just such a pity that this time the women from the Ning Family did not come for a visit.

It would be reasonable to think that the actions of women and children were much simpler and that this was just a child's argument.
There was no need to alert the men of the household.

Then why did they think things over so carefully? From her past contact with the three women of the Ning Family, she had found that they weren't like that.

What person made them understand what she was doing?

It didn't matter who it was, but what a truly loathsome person.

Miss Jun lifted her head to gaze at the winter sky, her breath like firecracker smoke.
For the first time, traces of a bitter grudge could be seen on this girl's face.

She was not very old, but she had died one time more than other people, so she felt that she was old at heart.

She had wanted to use this as an excuse to get the Ning Family and Lu Yunqi to meet, to use the Ning Family to deal with Lu Yunqi, but her desires remained unfulfilled.

They had such a high status and thought over things so deeply.
For such influential people, her playing a trick like this was probably equivalent to an ant shaking a large tree.

However, there was no point in being dispirited.
Wasn't there a saying that said 'a thousand mile embankment may be destroyed by an ant's hole?' Although she was insignificant, her goal was not necessarily unattainable.

Miss Jun shook her head slightly, casting off her despondency.
She walked forward steadily.

Old Heavenly Father had let her die and be reborn.
Who could stop her from treading forward?

 

[1] Break the cauldrons and sink the boats: to cut off your means of retreat