Miss Jun has already remembered that she has actually seen this silver before.
When she was very young, she was rummaging around in her father's study and found a piece of silver. Because she heard that the palace maids often said that silver was cut off, she took the scissors and prepared to try it.
Her father found out that he had drunk her.
But her father didn't make a fuss about her playing with scissors like her sister and the maids did.
"You can't lose this money." He just said gently.
Even if the silver is reamed, it is still silver. Why can't it be reamed?
"Because this is Taiyan's three years' worth of money." His father said with some solemnity, "Jiu Ling, you have to remember, this is Taiyan's three years' worth of money."
What happened to Taiyan in three years?
"That's a shame." My father said solemnly, looking at the silver ingot in his hand, "This silver was specially made to redeem your great-grandfather."
At such a young age, she still doesn’t know who her great-grandfather is, and where is her great-grandfather? What does redemption mean?
"Your great-grandfather was captured by the Jin people," his father said.
This was very surprising to her. The palace was so big that she couldn't even get out of the harem. How could someone capture her great-grandfather?
My father was amused by her words, and his smile was full of sadness.
"Your great-grandfather was not captured here. He went to fight on the front line." He paused again, "Even if he was not on the front line, if the country was broken, what would a high wall and a deep house do to stop it? More than one person was captured.
Your great-grandfather, many other people from the palace, and an uncle of yours."
Are there so many people in the palace? The only ones she sees in the palace every day are her family and the imperial grandfather's family. Oh, there are also a few uncles and princes. She met them once last year and said they live in different places and can't come often.
Beijing.
Later, her father said something, but it was very boring to her at that young age, and she couldn't understand or remember it. When she recalled it later, she only remembered that her father looked sad and angry.
"Jiuling, you must remember that the three years of Taiyan were a shame. You must remember not to have such a shame again. The country must be strong and the army strong."
In her memory, her father's voice was long, the study room was covered with the withered yellow of autumn, and the piece of silver that she had poked a gap with her scissors was placed on the desk, giving off a dull light.
"At that time, the gold and silver cloth were given to the Jin people, but the Jin people broke the contract, saying that the Zhou people were untrustworthy and refused to return them to Emperor Renxiao. Emperor Renxiao was frightened and died of a serious illness in Jinren City." Zhu Zan said slowly, breaking the contract.
There was a suffocating silence in the room, "Everyone scolded the Jin people for being shameless and not keeping their promises. The whole world was furious. It turns out..."
His voice stopped here, and the room fell into silence again, but Miss Jun knew what he meant.
It turns out that the Jin man was right in scolding him. The promised silver was not handed over to the Jin man. Instead, it went to Shandong and into the hands of the Fang family. It became a business and generated more silver.
And all this deceived the people of the world. Emperor Renxiao was not redeemed and was killed by the Jin people. The Chu family suffered the grief and shame of losing their relatives, and at the same time enjoyed the sympathy of the people of the world.
What a shame.
Miss Jun's hands almost grabbed her face. She was too embarrassed to see anyone, and her body was trembling.
Who did it? Is it King Qi? Is it the imperial grandfather? Does father know?
Why is this so?
"I can't understand, I can't understand." Her voice was like a sob.
Zhu Zan looked at her.
"Are you really confused?" He said, his voice low but without any hesitation, "I heard that Emperor Renxiao's favorite was Prince Su."
Miss Jun buried her head deeper.
She was no longer a child. Later, when she grew up, she knew who her great-grandfather was and knew many royal relatives whose names she had never seen in the palace but who existed.
King Su was the eighth son of her great-grandfather and the eighth brother of her grandfather. Although he was granted the title of king, he did not go out and stayed in the palace. It was said that it was because of his young age, but in fact it also showed that he was favored. But it was precisely because of this.
The Jin men broke into the city and broke into the palace, and took him away as well.
Emperor Renxiao died, and the peace talks broke down. The two countries were at war. Prince Su and other palace officials naturally ignored him, and he died of illness not long after.
Yes, she is no longer a child. She knows what Zhu Zan means when he says that Emperor Renxiao likes Prince Su.
If Emperor Renxiao is still alive, the person who inherits the throne and becomes emperor may not necessarily be her grandfather.
My grandfather ascended the throne as emperor because a country cannot be without a king for a day, but a country cannot have two kings. So what will my grandfather do if Emperor Renxiao is welcomed back? Will he return the throne to Emperor Renxiao? What will happen after that? Emperor Renxiao will choose
Is my grandfather the next emperor?
so......
It wasn't that she couldn't understand, it was that she didn't dare to think about it. Zhu Zan's words forced her to think about it. Cold, when her tentacles touched the quilt, she simply reached out and pulled it over to wrap herself up.
It's so cold, so cold.
Zhu Zan had no choice but to sit on the bed and stare, wearing only obscene pants and shirtless body.
"Although it sounds terrible," he said in a deep voice, "but the royal family has no father, son, or brothers..."
Miss Jun suddenly opened the quilt and exposed her head.
"Then there is nothing pitiful about my father, and there is nothing to be angry about when he was killed." She said, "There is nothing wrong with Prince Qi taking away the throne. This throne was taken by bad people, and it was all robbed.
Killing someone is worse than a beast."
"You see, you are just messing around." Zhu Zan said in a deep voice, "Don't think about things when your mind is not clear."
"I'm very clear-headed," Miss Jun shouted.
"You're sober." Zhu Zan replied unceremoniously.
What a bastard! Miss Jun stared at him.
"If you are sober, you should realize that your imperial grandfather, your father, and the King of Qi are different people. What they do is only to represent themselves." Zhu Zan said, "You can't blame them for doing something wrong.
I just think that your father’s death was right and he deserved to die.”
"I didn't say that my father deserved it." Miss Jun said, lowering her head.
She just didn't know if her father knew about it.
"Whether your father knows or not is completely different from whether he was killed." Zhu Zan said, pondering for a moment, "You have to understand now what you want to do. You are avenging your father. As for the various secrets of the previous throne change,
It’s not something you can control or manage.”
Miss Jun was wrapped in a quilt. She knew everything, but...
"Zhu Zan." She looked up at the man sitting cross-legged in front of her, "Do you feel sick?"
Zhu Zan smiled.
"There are so many disgusting things in the world." He said, "I can't get over it, and I don't have time to be disgusted."
Miss Jun looked at him and smiled, but this smile was not much better than crying.
"Don't think about it now. You are too excited and confused now." Zhu Zan frowned and said.
Miss Jun nodded.
"I don't want to anymore," she said, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed first."
After saying that, she threw herself on the bed, pulled the quilt over her head.
Zhu Zan almost fell due to the squeeze, and looked at Miss Jun who had wrapped herself into a ball in astonishment.
"This is my bed," he said.
But Miss Jun seemed to be asleep and didn't pay attention at all.
Zhu Zan had no choice but to come down by himself. There was a hint of coolness in the early autumn night. Only then did he realize that he was still naked from the waist up. His face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly grabbed some clothes from the shelf and put them on.
But what's the use of putting it on now? I haven't seen it all.
"Young disciple." He muttered and looked at the occupied bed. The bed was not big, but the woman was huddled up in a quilt, looking thin and pitiful.
He sighed softly and sat down on the ground beside the bed. The room fell into silence and the night became darker. (To be continued)