Jun Jiuling

Chapter 10: Returning in Appeasement

Miss Jun, of course, would not ride with such lowly existences like them in the same carriage.

The two carriages sped away under the gazes of the crowd. No one paid attention to the maidservant of the Fang Family standing amidst the crowd and listening to their chatter.

Even though the carriage was not travelling along the public road, they still drove very smoothly.

"What kind of carriage did they give us." The little servant girl wore a face of disdain as she complained in the carriage. "Pulling people is different from pulling goods. It's such a cold day, yet they didn't give us a charcoal brazier? Do they want to deliberately freeze Miss Jun to death."

Miss Jun looked at the carriage, and noted that the carriage was very well made. It just didn't have any decorations and did not have any charcoal braziers installed either. There was only a thick cushion and some pillows.

"Of course it is for pulling people," said Miss Jun.

She returned her gaze to the window, remembering a girl who could not get up after being injured from the hanging. A Miss Jun that died.

She stroked the carriage cushion. This arrangement was very useful, but the thing was, she was occupying a dead person's body.

Although Jun Zhenzhen had already died, her body would not be laid to rest.

Wind whistled through the curtains of the compartment, bringing in a biting cold air.

"Are you cold, Miss Jun?" asked the little servant girl with a voice full of concern, while rubbing her hand. Soon after, she complained, "How could they not have a heater inside a carriage?"

Although the master and servant pair looked down on the Fang Family, they had no qualms about enjoying everything the Fang Family had to offer. In their minds, it was the Fang Family's honor to have them.

What laughable and hateful children.

Miss Jun could not help but sneer. But it quickly went away, and her emotions began to churn.

For people like the original Miss Jun and her servant, it was their 'right to enjoy' what they had snatched from other people. They felt entitled to the others' charity.

Her tightly clenched hand, resting on her knee, was hidden within her sleeve. The sharp pain prevented the shout clogged in her throat from escaping.

Since she had woken up, everything had been extremely strange to her, exceeding her knowledge. She could only calmly respond to the present situation, pushing away the emotions that made people lose their reasoning. It was the only way to prevent herself from going crazy.

Hatred most easily made people lose their reasoning.