The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

The imperial physician took Cheng Youning's pulse and said that the child was in good health, and only then did everyone leave the Prince's Mansion.

When they returned to Prince Pang's mansion, there were a group of women in Madam Wan's room talking to her. When she saw Shang Xi, Madam Wan complained a little, "Why did you and Feng'er leave so many people at home and go to the palace? Didn't Feng'er go to the palace this morning?"

Shang Xi's mood went up and down that day, and she tried to cover up the matter by covering it up.

"Have you seen my grandson?"

"I saw that your grandson had a very good appetite at night. He ate half of the duck with eight-treasure sauce and drank two large bowls of soup."

Mrs. Wan couldn't stop laughing when she heard this. "Great, great, it's a blessing to be able to eat."

Han Nianxia said on the side: "Can he still eat?"

Auntie Madam Han immediately turned her head and glared at Han Nianxia fiercely. Han Nianxia covered her mouth nervously, indicating that she would stop talking nonsense. Fortunately, Madam Wan did not hear clearly what Han Nianxia said. At this time, she was still asking Shang Xi: "Will my grandson come tomorrow? Everyone is waiting to see my grandson."

This is true. Even though the prince wrote a letter of apology and posted it on the street, he is still the begging prince and the crown prince. As long as the emperor does not depose him, posting one or ten copies of this letter will not shake Cheng Youning's position in the slightest.

Shang Xi smiled and said, "I don't think he will come tomorrow. My uncle has given Youning another teacher. His studies are a bit tight. If he comes, it will be a few days later."

When Cheng Youning would come depended on when his butt would recover, not on how many husbands she had. Shang Xi didn't stay long because Yuhua was still waiting for her care.

Poor Yuhua was a woman who was too sad and lost her mind. She lay silently on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks from time to time, leaving marks all over her face. Everyone who saw her felt sorry for her.

Shang Xi stayed by her side quietly without saying a word. She was not good at comforting others to begin with, and now she couldn't even muster a single word to comfort Yuhua who had lost her family. There was no cure for this heart-wrenching sadness, and it could only be changed little by little with time.

Yuhua has been in a slump since then, refusing to eat or drink and living in a daze. If this continues, she might die of negativity.

Shang Xi was really at a loss. She invited six or seven people to persuade Yuhua, but it was all in vain. Finally, Wanfen gave Shang Xi a suggestion, "Take her to Lingchen Temple to hold a ritual for her relatives. She will definitely go."

"Mom, the old ones are the wisest. Why didn't I think of this trick? Why don't you go and persuade her? Maybe she will listen to you."

Madam Wan said: "You can persuade her skin but not her flesh. She will get through it. She has lost her son before. She is an experienced person."

"Mom, am I bringing up your sad past again?"

Madam Wan picked up her handkerchief to wipe away her tears and forced a smile: "No one can get over the pain of losing a child. The person is gone, and the living are like this. Take her to Lingchen Temple for a walk."

Shang Xi nodded and turned back to look for Yuhua. She walked to the bed and worked with a little maid to help Yuhua up. "Yuhua, hurry up and eat and cheer up. After dinner, we will go to Lingchen Temple to perform a ritual to pray for Uncle Chen, Aunt Chen, and Niuniu."

After hearing this, Yuhua actually reacted and stood up. However, she had not eaten or drunk anything for many days and was severely malnourished. She became dizzy and fell to the ground before she could even stand steadily. Fortunately, everyone had anticipated this and held her up.

Shang Xi said, "Let's eat first. Brother Chen and the others are still on the way. They must be in a worse mood than you. Don't fall before them."

Shang Xi patiently fed Yuhua porridge mouthful by mouthful. After they had eaten, Shang Xi took Yuhua, accompanied by several female relatives, and got on a carriage to Lingchen Temple.

When he arrived at Lingchen Temple, Shang Xi found that there were a lot of pilgrims coming to Lingchen Temple today. Shang Xi asked the people around him and found out that today was the fifteenth day of the lunar month.

After worshiping the Buddha, Shang Xi took everyone directly to find Master Daoqing, who was the most respected master in the entire Lingchen Temple.

A young monk led the way and brought them to a side hall. "Princess, Master Daoqing has visitors. Please take a rest here."

After waiting for about an incense stick's time, the young monk came to invite them.

After asking the reason, Master Daoqing looked at Yuhua and said nothing.

Yuhua asked: "Master, can you perform a ritual to help the deceased to reach the state of salvation today?"

"Wait a minute!"

"What are you waiting for? Master, please help my family members to be liberated today!" Yuhua begged desperately. She was so fragile that she could be destroyed by any words from others.

"Wait until your husband comes and then pray for him to be liberated."

"Master, can you tell me when they will arrive?"

"It's almost time, please go back, benefactor." Shang Xi still wanted Master Daoqing to comfort Yuhua, but why did he send her away after just a cup of tea?

Just as everyone stood up, Master Daoqing gave Yuhua a large string of prayer beads in his hand and said, "When you feel sad, just twiddle the beads."

Yuhua took it obediently. She dragged her heavy body and it was very difficult for her to take steps. She had to rely on Shang Xi and a maid to support her when she walked. At this time, the little monk who brought them here called out to Shang Xi: "Princess, you dropped your things."

Shang Xi looked down and saw that it was a handkerchief. Thinking it belonged to Yuhua, she picked it up.

After getting on the carriage, the ignorant Han Nianxia insisted on going to the Prince's Mansion to see Cheng Youning. Shang Xi didn't want to go because Yuhua didn't look like she was going out to play. "Nianxia, let's do it another day. Yuhua is not feeling well. Let's take her home first."

"Cousin, look at Yuhua. She's like a walking corpse. She lies on the bed crying when she gets home. She has a mental illness. If she keeps staying in the house like this, she'll suffocate to death sooner or later. She should go out for a walk now. Maybe she'll feel better someday."

Shang Xi glanced at the rosary in her hand, then looked out the window at Yuhua in a daze. Then she thought about what Xia said and it made some sense. When she got home, Yuhua would definitely lie down on the bed and never recover.

"Okay, let's go to the Prince's Mansion and come back."

Han Nianxia was happy. If it weren't for Yuhua's mood at the moment, she would have applauded.

The Prince's Mansion is indeed worthy of its reputation. Apart from the Imperial Palace, the only place in Fengying City is Cheng Youning's Prince's Mansion. It is heavily guarded and so impregnable that not even a mosquito can fly in.

The gatekeeper who reported the news was Datian again. He was particularly happy to see Shang Xi, "Princess, you are here!"

Shang Xi rolled her eyes at him, and felt that this was not enough, so she pointed at Datian again and again, "You, I'll settle the score with you someday."

"Princess, please forgive us servants. We work for the Crown Prince and dare not disobey him. The Crown Prince has many ways to punish us servants."