Jing Yue gave up the idea of picking up Qing Gong (a kind of Chinese ancient Kung Fu, more specifically Lightness Skill that enables people to move quickly like flying). With a smile in his eyes, Xiao Chen flew fast back to the Mansion with Jing. Having playing for the whole day, she wore out.

After washing, Jing lay on the bed, while Xiao returned to the study to continue his work. According to him, he was leaving the capital to cope with many affairs. Jing had never interfered with it, so she wouldn’t judge.

The next morning, Xiao Cheng set off early.

“The tenth of a lunar month again…” At the gate of the Mansion, Jing Yue frowned slowly as Xiao Chen’s carriage left away. Last time he disappeared for three or four days, this time for a month. Pretty bewildered, Jing didn’t know why Xiao left at this time every month.

After Xiao left, Mansion became the world of Jing Yue, but now Jing had no time to hang around, because in spite of the settlement of the restaurant’s refitting, the brothel’s refitting hadn’t yet come to an end.

How come?

The reason was simple. Halfway through the decoration, the fund ran out!

Ran out!!!

Jing Yue sat in the room of the restaurant with a distressed face. This was an independent room with exquisite design. It was also the unique room she built for herself. The furnishings and furniture inside had a taste of modern European furniture.

“Master, here comes Mr. Fang.” As Jing Yue could find no way out, Shen Yucheng suddenly knocked at the door and bowed slightly before her.”

“What is he here for?” Jing murmured, waving her hand to let him in.

“Little Yue’er!” Fang Zicheng stepped into Jing Yue’s room smilingly.

“Don’t disgust me.” Jing rolled her eyes because of Fang’s way of calling her, “Childe Fang doesn’t attend to your Delectable Delicacies Chamber but comes to my restaurant? Do you want to steal my skills?”

“You regard me as an outsider by saying that.” Fang poured a cup of tea for himself and said, “Delectable Delicacies Chamber belongs to Ninth Imperial Uncle, and you are Ninth Imperial Concubine. We are family. So it’s not a matter of stealing.”

“Stop!” She glared at him, saying, “He and I absolutely cannot be mixed.”

“Alright, alright… I know you’ll restate you two are not married yet.” Fang Zicheng put down his teacup and said, “Ninth Imperial Uncle posed a serious threat to me before he left. He said that if I let you suffer even a slight injury, he would take off my skin when coming back!”

“Oh, that’s just right. Your skin is thick enough to be taken off layer by layer anyway.” Jing Yue opened her mouth with a smile.

“Beat it,” Fang stared at her and said, “I’m here to see if you’ve suffered any such minor injuries.”

“Yes, I was badly hurt!” Jing Yue looked at Fang Zicheng and said, nearly crying.

“Ah?!” Fang Zicheng was frightened. He looked up and down at Jing Yue, saying, “Where were you hurt?”

“Here.” Jing Yue pointed to her heart and said, “I have no fund. My heart aches… It’s injured!”

Silence…

The corner of Fang’s mouth fiercely twitched. He stared at Jing, speechless. He sighed helplessly and did not know what to say. The relationship between them became closer as time went on because of Xiao Chen