As soon as Fang Yanming returned to Fang's mansion, he immediately went to Mrs. Gao's Qinghe Courtyard.

Gao Wan was writing a letter to Fang Chaosheng at this time, and when she heard her daughter coming back, she quickly put down the pen.

"Yan Ming, is the place you went to dangerous, are you injured, has Lord Gu embarrassed you?" Gao Wan took Fang Yanming's hand and carefully examined her from head to toe.

Fang Yanming smiled and put down Gao Wan's hand and sat beside her: "Mother, don't worry, Yan Ming just went to exile, and he didn't fight with the most vicious people, how could he get hurt." Besides, Master Gu took me because he valued me, so how could he be embarrassed for me. She tried her best to talk about these things easily, in fact, if she was given a choice, Fang Yanming would never want to go to the second prison, nor would she want to run into that annoying guy Gu Ze again. But she was even more reluctant to let Gao Wan worry.

She chatted with Gao Wan for a while, and only after dinner did she go back to her bamboo incense courtyard.

Winter nights always come very early, even if Fang Yanming is tightly wrapped, the cool breeze still can't stop drilling into her neck, freezing her to sneeze several times in a row. Chunxiao kept reminding her in her ear to hurry back to the house, make a fire, and get warmer, so she sat on the stone bench in the courtyard and looked at the stars in the sky.

She looked at the clouds in the sky, and the moon was obscured in large patches, but when the clouds drifted by, the moon was still so bright.

Perhaps, some answers will take time, but no matter how long it has passed, the truth will always be exposed to people like a bright moon, directly and transparently.

"Miss, you've been sitting here for a long time with a pillar of incense, the night is cold, and the sick lady should be worried again." Chunxiao didn't know what Miss was thinking, but she couldn't let Miss stay out of the cold, so she had to move out to Gao Wan.

Fang Yanming nodded: "Also, you can't let your mother worry, let's go into the house." She stood up, pushed the door and entered the house, and a warm current hit her, very comfortable.

Chunxiao took off the cloak for her: "Miss, are you worried about today's events?" Although Chunxiao didn't know what was going on, she didn't want Miss to have too many things in her heart.

Fang Yanming added some lamp oil, took out a book to read, and the lamp shone brightly on her face.

"Chunxiao, don't worry about me, I just can't figure out some things for the time being." After she said this, she calmed down and read the book seriously.

Chunxiao knew the temper of the young lady, so she stopped nagging in her ear, she walked to the fireside and added some charcoal from time to time, the master and servant did their own thing, without too many words.

Fang Yanming knew that she had lost too much of her mind in the past few days, and she had hardly reviewed the homework taught by her husband, since there was some progress in things today and a direction tomorrow, she was also a lot more relieved.

Since the road ahead is still confused, she can't be afraid, this is what she must break through.

She reviewed her homework for eighty or ninety percent and then stopped.

Tossing and turning, sleepless night.

The next day, when dawn had just opened the twilight and the first rays of light from the sky passed through the window, Fang Yanming got up, she changed into the lightest clothes, washed briefly, said good morning to Gao Wan, and set off for Hanging Yang Gate.

This time, it's definitely not that simple.

On the carriage, Fang Yanming integrated the only clues.