Jun Jiuling

ed.
Fang Jinxiu complained, and the servants discussed it like the house what was it was before.

Miss Jun also, like before, peacefully enjoyed the privileges special to her.
Her morning training had become a habit and her bow, arrows, and straw target were well-used.

When she saw the fletched arrows hit the target, Liu’er did not applaud in praise.

“Young Miss, your hands have become rough,” she said, deeply worried.

Miss Jun laughed and set down her bow to wipe her sweat.

“Young Miss, where did you learn this?” asked Liu’er.

Miss Jun looked at the target and the fletching sticking out of the red center.

“Actually, I always wanted to learn this,” she said.

Although she could shoot the target with her bow, she actually had never learned before.
When she learned something similar, it had taken a long time.
She had originally spent one year learning how to throw arrows, and when it was finally time for her to learn how to shoot, Master had suddenly passed away.

Liu’er did not understand what she had heard, but did not question it further.
She yawned and draped a cloak around Young Miss.

“Let’s go back,” she said.

Miss Jun did not make a motion to return, but instead asked the servants in the garden where the study room was.

The maidservants had been ordered not to allow Miss Jun to leave the courtyard or ask about the private affairs of the household.
But since the study was neither outside nor a secret, one servant said she would lead the way.

“Young Miss, what are you going to do in the study?” asked Liu’er, not comprehending.

Although the children of the noble and wealthy families were raised to be knowledgeable in literature for propriety’s sake, they still believed that a woman’s virtue was to have no talent.
The young misses who could read were regarded as pretty good.
If they could write literature or poems, they were of outstanding talent.
Of course, seeing as the majority of girls learned or wanted to learn feminine arts, the literary talent was little used.
Most likely, only large scholarly families and the royal family would possess such daughters.

Miss Jun was the most ordinary of the noble girls.
Since she had learned how to read the most basic of instructional books and how to write, books had been thrown away by her.

Reading books, it would be more honorable to learn how to embroider a spice bag.

So the study in the house was more of a decorative display.
It was only when Tenth Noble Son Ning had returned for the Mid-Autumn festival that she had tried to study hard for several days to attract his attention.

“To read,” said Miss Jun.

To look at the study or to read books [1]? However, she did not ask anything else.

Young Miss was the greatest.
Whatever Young Miss wanted to do, she would do, and Liu'er would arrogantly follow.

When she arrived at the study room, Miss Jun knew what Lady Fang had meant when she said that there was a large study in the residence.

This study was really big.

It was actually a library.

However, the library was obviously a decoration of the Fang Family.
There was only one sickly male heir, and the women were all busy with the business.

The library only had one servant in charge of watching the gate and sweeping the floor.
When the servant saw Miss Jun arrive, he disappeared in a wink of the eye, for fear that bumping into Miss Jun would cause much trouble.

Miss Jun walked into the library and wore a somewhat surprised face.

The tall, two-floored building was very open.
There were two sets of stairs, which should really be called ramps.
They twisted in a spiral through the room filled with books.

There was a similar layout to this in the temple library but it used stairs.
Ramps like these were unique.

“This is for…” said Miss Jun.

Her words were interrupted by someone.

“For me, the cripple.”

Miss Jun raised her head and saw Fang Chengyu in his wheelchair, slowly being pushed on the ramp.

“Why are you here?” asked Liu'er in displeasure.

Fang Chengyu smiled.

“That is my bad.
This place is very distant from the house.
I believed that I would not run into Miss Jun here,” he said.

Was this taunting them that Young Miss would not read books?

{What's there to make fun of for not wanting to read books.} Liu'er's lips curled in derision.
{Well, there's nothing this cripple can do but read.}

“Young Miss, that's right.
Besides here, there is no other place for him to go,” she said, leaning close to Miss Jun and covering her mouth.

[1] Look at the study or to read books: in Chinese read and look have the same character (看）