The Evil Emperor's Favorite: The Sickly and Poisonous Concubine Goes Crazy

Su Jingning remained silent for a long time, as if lost in memories, with weakness in his eyes.

After a while, he raised his eyes and looked at Huihai. His eyes were clearer and his expression was sincere.

The master was a man of great spiritual attainments and had long known that she was a reborn person.

"Master, you have profound Taoism and compassion for all living beings. I came here today to ask for a favor. I hope you can help me solve my doubts." Su Jingning paused and continued.

"I missed out on a lifetime with him, and I don't want to repeat the same mistake. Today, His Majesty told me that if I insist on being with Gu Yan'an, he will die because of me. Master, is this calamity... really unsolvable?"

Master Huihai gently turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and looked at the dazzling starry sky outside. He frowned slightly and shook his head:

"I originally thought that this was an unsolvable situation, but after meeting the young lady today, I found that her fate has changed a little. There has been a change in the fate between you and the prince. Perhaps there is a chance for this matter to turn around."

"The mechanism of rotation? I am stupid, so please enlighten me, Master." Su Jingning looked at Master Huihai with joy in his eyes.

Master Huihai nodded and glanced at the reincarnation bead on Su Jingning's wrist.

"You make your own destiny. You accidentally changed your destiny. The prince and you are destined to be together. You two will share the blessings and disasters. As for the rest, please forgive me for my shallow knowledge of Buddhism and my inability to give you an answer."

Su Jingning frowned slightly: "We two share the burden? Will he die because of me?"

Master Huihai smiled and shook his head slightly. When he looked at Su Jingning, his eyes were filled with a trace of compassion.

Su Jingning finally let out a sigh of relief. He took a step back and bowed deeply to Master Huihai, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Thank you, Master."

"Miss, there is no need to be so polite. I will write a letter to the Emperor tomorrow and explain everything to His Majesty." Master Huihai said softly, looking at the joy in her eyes.

It was dark outside and the sound of distant bells could be heard from the mountains.

"It's getting late, Wuhe, please send Miss Su down the mountain." Huihai looked peaceful, clasped his hands together, bowed to Su Jingning, and chanted some Buddhist words softly.

He turned around and took the incense oil and continued to tend the eternal lamp in front of the Buddha.

Su Jingning bowed to Master Huihai before leaving with Wuhe.

After she left, Master Huihai stopped what he was doing, looked at the wooden box enshrined in front of the Buddha, shook his head, and sighed softly.

"Causes arise and cease, cause and effect repeats itself, Amitabha."

The Buddhist temple was very quiet at night. Su Jingning walked quietly behind Wuhe. When they reached the front yard, Wuhe suddenly felt that Su Jingning had stopped behind him.

He looked back in confusion and saw Su Jingning stopping and looking at the hall where incense was always burning, with a gentle and calm expression.

"Young Master, may I ask if this Qingfo Temple can help someone in Chang'an?"

Wu He was stunned for a moment before he replied, "Donor, do you want to ask for peace?"

Su Jingning nodded slightly.

"Donor, please follow me."

Wu He led Su Jingning into the main hall, walked around the pillars in the hall, and stopped in front of an incense table. There were many bamboo sticks, talisman bags and scriptures on the incense table.

"If the donor wants to pray for peace, please write your name and wish on this lot, hang it on the longevity tree in front of the temple, and then take a talisman bag and offer it devoutly in front of the Buddha for 49 days. Then wear the lucky bag on your body, and you can ask for the Buddha's protection and keep you safe." Wu He introduced to Su Jingning.

Su Jingning nodded in thanks, took the pen on the incense table, and took a bamboo stick. After a pause, he picked up the pen and carefully wrote a few words. He took another talisman bag and wanted to offer it to the Buddha, but he saw that in front of the Buddha statue, there were many handwritten scriptures under the talisman bags.

She turned around and asked:

"Young Master, why are there scriptures under these talisman bags?"

"Oh, some pilgrims are pious and feel uneasy just offering the talisman bag, so they will personally copy some "Peace Sutra" and offer it in front of the Buddha to ensure that the person they are praying for is safe and worry-free."

Su Jingning looked down at the sachet, frowned slightly, and said softly: "Master, can you lend me a copy of the Peace Sutra? I also want to copy some."

Wu He glanced at the sky outside the palace and hesitated: "The scroll on the incense table is the Peace Sutra, but it's cold in the middle of the night. Do you want to copy it now?"

Su Jingning smiled softly: "Thank you, little master. It's all right. I will go down the mountain after I finish copying. It's late at night, little master, please have a rest."

After saying that, he knelt on the cushion in front of the incense table, spread out a piece of rice paper, and began to copy the scriptures seriously, stroke by stroke.

Wu He glanced at the thick scripture, then at the slim but strong woman, and decided not to try to persuade her anymore, so he left first.

The Buddhist temple was quiet, with only the occasional sound of rice paper being gently flipped and a slender figure in the hall being heard.

As the morning light rose, Su Jingning slowly walked down the mountain. Yun Ya followed behind Su Jingning, and felt distressed when she saw her young lady's somewhat stiff steps.

The young lady actually knelt in the hall and copied the "Peace Sutra" for the whole night just to pray for the safety of the Prince of Beiyang.

After returning to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, Su Jingning was pulled aside by the Duke of Zhenguo's wife and scolded for a while.

"You kid, you just got better and you started to mess around. Yun Ya said that you suddenly decided to go to Qingfo Temple to pray to Buddha. That would be fine, but you even stayed in Qingfo Temple. The mountain is cold and the dew is heavy. What will we do if you get sick again?"

Su Jingning yawned, his eyes tired, and said to Madam Su in a tender voice: "Oh, mother, I'm sleepy, please let me rest for a while! Stop nagging."

Seeing that her daughter was very sleepy, Mrs. Su stopped scolding her and waited until her daughter fell asleep before leaving.

The Imperial Palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, this is the letter sent to the palace by the master of Qingfo Temple." Sheng Fu presented a letter to Emperor Zhou.

Emperor Zhou took the letter and started reading it. His frown slowly relaxed and there was more joy in his eyes.

After reading the letter, Emperor Zhou looked at Sheng Fu and asked, "Did the Su family girl go to the Qingfo Temple yesterday?"

"Your Majesty, the hidden guards said that the second young lady of the Su family went to the Qingfo Temple to meet Master Huihai."

"I knelt in the temple all night to pray for a peace amulet for the prince of Beiyang, and copied scriptures all night. I came down the mountain in the morning."

"Peace charm?"

"Yes, Miss Su Er heard that offering a hand-copied scripture and a talisman bag at the Qingfo Temple could protect one's life in Chang'an, so she asked for one for the prince."

After hearing this, Emperor Zhou was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he nodded slightly.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he had really forced the girl from the Su family to break off the engagement yesterday, he would have ruined the marriage of the two children. In this case, Yan An would probably never forgive him as a father in this life.